Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Taking the clues obtained from the third room, the three went to the fourth room.

He Xiaoye has already learned from Luo Yiran the number on the fan of the old man in the painting - zero.

Only the last digit is missing now.

but.

Pushing open the door and entering the fourth room, He Xiaoye asked Luo Yiran worriedly: "Zero is the second digit, right?" He was afraid that the order would be messed up.

Luo Yiran's eyes fell on this room, his eyes fluctuated, and he replied: "Yes."

Even the people in the painting, as long as their expressions are natural and agile, he can tell the truth from the fake.

So the best way is to make the person in the painting unable to move or make expressions, so that he will not find the opponent's loopholes.

Luo Yiran thought about it, and then casually glanced at the magician from the corner of his eye—this guy is now an exception.

He needs to be very focused to get a glimpse of the magician's true thoughts, but because he cares a lot about the magician, even if he is 90.00% sure, he can't make up his mind to determine the magician's thoughts.

But this no longer made him feel uneasy and vigilant.

Probably the only thing that can be 100% sure is important enough——

The magician loves him very much.

"..."

This must have given Luo a sudden pause, his ears were itchy and hot.

The magician's attention was always on him. Seeing Luo Yiran's slight invisibility, he subconsciously stretched out his arm to support him, and then his gaze fell coldly on the silver chain on Luo Yiran's wrist—it's so sad .

Luo suddenly raised his hand, he wrenched his arm out of the magician's hand, and said calmly: "Compared with the previous one, this room has changed a lot."

There were more things, but it was a mess, and the house was full of burnt marks.

But now there is no fire inside, only a slight heat remains.

Because the furniture inside was partially burned, it looked like the fire had been extinguished and not burned through.

The magician didn't listen carefully to Luo Yiran's words, he just looked down at his hand that was thrown away, and then smiled silently.

He Xiaoye felt that the atmosphere between the two was weird, so he stepped on the floor and walked towards the paper screen, not wanting to get involved with the two of them.

The floor creaked when stepped on because it was burned, and He Xiaoye followed the noise and said, "Let's take a look at the paper screen first? I didn't see Zhang Mimi on that screen just now."

In the last paper screen, that is, on the screen next to the old man in the painting, there is a dirt road and a small dilapidated house, with a delicate woman standing at the door.

This painting is much clearer than the previous ones, so if there are people wearing masks on it, they can be seen immediately.

But Zhang Mimi is not on it.

It’s reasonable to say that he couldn’t see it because he entered the small dilapidated house. After all, it’s not the floor plan of the previous one, but they waited in front of the paper screen for a while, and they didn’t see it two times after the screen changed. What has changed in the painting.

It was still empty.

So it is very likely that Zhang Mimi has left that painting, and then came to this next painting...

He Xiaoye's raised head froze, and he let out a short scream.

It was as if he wanted to scream loudly, but thought that there were guards patrolling outside the door, so he held back.

Hearing this voice, Luo Yiran trotted for two steps. The consequence of the sudden "vigorous exercise" was that the silver chain instantly fed back to his body. Luo Yiran not only had sore limbs, but also had shortness of breath.

It's not like running two steps, but like running ten kilometers.

So Luo Yiran stopped quickly, and then planned to move over slowly step by step, but the magician took a step forward, broke through the half-meter distance, came over and lifted Luo Yiran's waist, and then walked a few steps quickly to reach the paper screen.

Luo Yiran: "..."

It's no different than picking things up.

Luo Yiran gave himself a point as an "obedient servant" in his heart with a blank face.

In front of the screen, the magician let Luo Yiran's feet fall to the ground, but his hands were still hooked around his waist, as if he forgot to let go.

Luo Yiran didn't have time to pay attention to this small movement, or deliberately ignored it.

He looked at the scene on the paper screen, his pupils shrunk—

There are still two paper screens in front of me, and on one side is a little girl who is standing in a daze, holding a small round fan in her hand.

On her head was an old tiger-headed hat, which was a little too big, covering almost her entire face.

Not scary, but a little silly and cute.

So it was the other paper screen that made He Xiaoye scream.

There are no longer landscapes and houses on this paper screen, but a woman.

Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she was half reclining and half sitting on an old-fashioned chair, her facial features were full of pain, her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was wide open, with strands of blood flowing from the corners of her eyes and mouth.

And her belly was torn open with a long opening, and a tender and wrinkled little hand was grabbing the bloody belly.

Blood was dripping, as if it was about to flow out along the paper screen in the next moment.

This painting is so real, just like a 4K camera shot, if you see it at first glance, you will be really scared.

Luo Yiran's heartbeat calmed down. He looked at the woman whose facial features had been distorted on the paper, recognized it for a while and said, "It's the woman in the last painting."

It was the woman standing at the door of the shabby house.

Luo Yiran touched the purse on his body, looked at him and said, "It's Fang Qingqing."

Fang Qingqing gave birth to a child, and it seemed that the child was "born" by being disemboweled.

But Bai Key died when they got married, so does this child belong to Bai Key?

Or a ghost?

It would be great if we could know when Fang Qingqing gave birth to this child.

After all, it is not impossible that Fang Qingqing was pregnant with this child before Bai Key died.

But in any case, this child should be Bai Yue.

Because so far only this child has not been mentioned by name.

"I..." He Xiaoye looked at Luo Yiran in panic, "I feel like she's about to fall out of the painting."

Luo Yiran didn't speak, he quickly observed the painting, and then saw a man wearing a white mask with half black and half yellow hair in a corner, the size of a thumb, and there was a huge difference in body size from Fang Qingqing, who was the same size in the painting.

Luo Yiran: "..."

Suddenly I was curious about what Zhang Mimi saw in the painting.

But He Xiaoye didn't dare to look at the paper screen again, his eyes wandered: "I'll go and find out if there are any clues in this room!"

After speaking, the person immediately left from the paper screen.

Luo still didn't care, he lowered his head and took a deep breath - now his body is still in the aftermath of "vigorous exercise", so he is very uncomfortable, and there is still a bloody smell in his throat.

But it shouldn't vomit blood.

Luo Yiran frowned slightly. He trotted before, but nothing happened.

Seeing that this piece is random, if you are lucky, trotting the silver chain for two steps will not cause him any accidents, but if you are not lucky, there is nothing you can do.

He looks at the magician.

The magician lowered his head and leaned against his ear, his voice was smiling, but his eyes under the mask were as dark as night: "Master, I am always here."

Luo Yiran smiled: "That's really a good puppet."

magician:"……"

He slightly clenched Luo Yiran's waist, then leaned his whole body up, his voice low and inaudible: "Is it still...a puppet?"

His voice was so low that he didn't say anything, but Luo Yiyi didn't hear it, and put his hand on the magician's hand: "Let go, I'm going to squat down."

The little girl in this painting is too small to be able to squat down to look at her.

The magician was silent for a while, then he turned his head and bit Luo Yiran's ear.

Luo Yiran: "...???"

The heat in his ears made Luo Yiran lean back directly, and the bright eyes under the mask looked straight at the magician.

Luo Yiran's eyes are very bright, they look clear and clean, as if he can see to the end at a glance.

But the magician couldn't see his thoughts in it.

So he laughed lowly, with no sense of joy in his voice: "Master, it's a pity not to manipulate a puppet."

Luo Yiran sneered: "It's really a pity, then it's better to return the puppet that Xiaohong gave me...it's much more obedient than you."

A real unconscious puppet is no more obedient than a magician.

"Oh yes." Luo Yiran said in a strange way: "There is also the monster address book, it was given to me by the deceased daughter, right? It happens that I still miss the deceased daughter a little, so give it back to me together."

He is good-looking, has a good personality, is a good person, has a good brain, can do magic tricks to deceive people, and will grow taller—he was ordered to live to be [-] in height when he wears shoes at the end—how can he still be affectionate? back?

Outrageous.

But it's not too outrageous. The magician's actions are overstepped no matter how you look at it. It's not his fault that he misunderstood, so...

It's the magician who's sick.

magician:"……"

When the magician heard the first sentence, his anger surged up, but when he heard the last sentence, all emotions were overwhelming, with great momentum but silence.

He thought, the young master's tone seemed a bit wrong.

When he was about to do something, Luo Yiran suddenly pushed the magician away.

He shouldn't be able to push it away, but the magician has long been used to following all his movements, so Luo Yiran still pushed it away.

But the magician didn't back away, he was afraid that something might happen to Luo Yiran, so even if he was pushed away, he only took one step away.

He watched Luo Yiran take a step forward and then squat down, staring straight at the little girl in the painting.

The magician looked along, and then frowned—this feeling...

Luo Yiran raised the corner of his mouth: "Is it another boss?"

The little girl in the painting is standing stiffly, she is motionless.

The mask on Luo Yiran's face could not cover his smiling eyes at all: "I heard that Xiaohong and the dead daughter can react...don't say you are not a boss."

The little girl in the painting was silent for a while, and then she relaxed her posture, and the tiger-head hat slipped slightly from the tip of her nose, which was a bit cute, but her voice was not as childlike as milk, but like a girl's voice, thin and small: "It's worthy to say Is it a god substitute?"

Oh, it's a naysayer.

Luo Yiran looked at her, and didn't try too hard to recall whether there was such a boss in his memory.

Seeing that he was silent, the little girl in the tiger hat spoke up, her words were stinging: "Humans have always been good at deceiving people."

Luo Yiran came back to his senses, he connected up and down, and found that the little boss seemed to be referring to Xiaohong and the dead daughter, so Luo Yiran smiled: "I didn't cheat the puppet and the address book."

One is a reward and the other is a gift.

The tiger head hat covered most of the little girl's face, only her chin and mouth were exposed. She curled the corners of her mouth coldly, her tone full of disbelief: "Really."

The little girl raised her palm fan, and her thin voice was cold: "I'm not afraid of fire, if you want to know the numbers on this fan, cut off your right hand and exchange it with me."