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The storage shelf is retracted into the wall, forming the same plane as the wall next to it. At first glance, there is nothing wrong.

The ground after it was removed was much cleaner than the one next to it, and there was also a black lacquered hole without bricks, the kind that turned around and paved stairs leading all the way to the ground.

In fact, if they took a closer look when they first came in, they would find that the dust on the ground near this storage shelf was thinner than other places.

Of course, such a small detail has almost disappeared after they entered the random search several times.

Cui Ziyuan opened his mouth slightly to maintain the action of pressing the switch, and it took half a minute to realize what just happened.

After reacting, he spent another minute admiring that he had really succeeded. He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and then he settled down and took a step towards the black hole.

This storage room is really not simple, and there is an obviously shady basement, so mysterious, what is there?

prison?Or treasure?

Cui Ziyuan went through the last laboratory in the last level. He recalled those orcs who cost him his life. Miserable dishes.

This place...couldn't be a...lab, right?

No matter what it is, now he is left as a normal human being with autonomous motivation, even if there is a nether purgatory directly below, he must be able to get down.

No matter how weak he is, Cui Ziyuan is definitely not a person who is really greedy for life and afraid of death. It is impossible to retreat without fighting, and it is impossible to be so scared that he can't do anything because his teammates are kneeling.

After all, he is the one who is determined to break into the last level and become a star player!

Celebrity players are the center of attention, and the performance of each level of the game will be edited and used by the company for game promotion. If they are too cowardly, there is no place to put their faces.

Cui Ziyuan touched his face.

He thinks he still has some idol baggage.

Thinking about it, his feet had already stepped on the edge, Cui Ziyuan frowned as if he was about to retreat, and retracted his dangling toes.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and retreated to the wall, stretched out his hand and pulled out a candle from the wall forcefully, a little bit of the wall fell off with his movements.

The candle flame swayed with the airflow following the swaying rhythm, and would go out with a "pop" at some point.

Cui Ziyuan held the candle with one hand and a half, with this little bit of faint light, he finally had some confidence, and slowly stepped down the stairs amidst the sound of his drum-like heart beating wildly.

The storage room was already quiet, and he didn't know what was waiting below. He tried to lighten his footsteps, but he could still clearly hear his own footsteps echoing in the darkness.

When his hair, which was as dazzling as a small sun in the dark, disappeared below the floor level, the storage shelf retracted into the wall slowly moved out by itself, completely covering the hole in the ground.

Everything is back to normal.

Except for a lamp that Cui Ziyuan dug out from the wall, and the bald skin behind it.

In a dark underground passage.

Cui Ziyuan held the candle lamp in his palm and offered it reverently, and stepped down the neat stairs step by step.

No matter how weak a candle is, it will become very bright in complete darkness. Darkness can drive people crazy, and the glimmer of light in darkness is a miracle.

Cui Ziyuan slowly looked at the road under his feet, stopping from time to time to look left and right, but he didn't see anything except the bare wall.

It didn't take long to go down, about the height of two floors, and the steps turned into a flat road ahead.

This scene is also a bit familiar, Cui Ziyuan thought that there should be a big iron gate in the future.

Then, according to the familiar script, behind the iron gate should be the laboratory.

There will be a gentle moonlight Eddie looking at him in a white coat and a period mask, elegant as a gentleman.

Then Eddie would raise the scalpel in his hand and say to him in an impeccably gentle voice, "Here you come

, my last puppet. "

Immediately afterwards, Alice and the twin dolls appeared out of nowhere as accomplices, and there was another leg on the left and one on the right, and put him on the experimental table.

……

Wait, stop.

Cui Ziyuan, what's wrong with you, stop your terrible thoughts, Cui Ziyuan!

Cui Ziyuan patted himself on the head, taking back the infinitely divergent imagination due to the darkness.

It's all the pot of the shadow of the previous level.

Don't go back to the laboratory of the fourth level if you are killed, it will shorten your life.

While his thoughts were flying wildly, Cui Ziyuan turned a corner along the road.

The next second, without any preparations, a path of flames suddenly ignited in front of him. Cui Ziyuan was startled, and crouched down with his head in his arms. shot at him.

He took off his hand nervously, and the poor candlestick that he forcibly broke off from the wall lost his favor, rolled on the ground next to it, shook twice pitifully, and went out.

A little bit of stubborn red light emerged from the scorched top of the candle wick, as if unwilling to be extinguished, but in the end it could only be turned into a trace of unrepentant blue smoke.

Squatting on the ground but still not being able to hear any movement except his own heartbeat, Cui Ziyuan opened his eyes a crack.

There is still an underground passage in front of him. If there is any change, there are many candle lights that suddenly light up on both sides of the passage.

A false alarm.

Fortunately no one was watching.

Cui Ziyuan let out a dry cough to resolve the embarrassment in his heart, stood up and pretended to dust off the dust on the corner of his clothes, and walked on the road with candles lit on both sides.

The further you go, the more infiltrating you become.

He didn't know what was wrong with this Eddie Christie, he was so good-looking, and the taste of the dolls he made was normal... Well, except for the special hobby of turning living people into dolls.

But why, some aspects of taste are so hard to describe.

Is that it?Because you are so good-looking and clever, so enviable, so God opened a door and closed a window for you to show fairness?

...Fuck!

Cui Ziyuan tremblingly walked in the middle of the road, the road was still a bit long, although he could see the end, but he didn't dare to run across it all at once, he was careful not to step on any mechanism.

There's this mentality, and questioning Eddie's taste, among other things...

These two sides are used as candlesticks to hold candles, nothing else, but puppets.

Not even normal puppets.

It would be fine if these dolls were as cute as the dolls they had seen in the bungalow above, but apparently, they were not.

None of the puppets here are normal.

In other words, they are all semi-finished products, which were placed here as lampposts without being completed for some reason.

Could it be some unique work of art, one that we mortals cannot appreciate?

I don't know you artists very well.

This scene made Cui Ziyuan have the illusion that he was not in the underground passage of other people's bungalows, but in the tomb passage.

He didn't dare to set his eyes on the weird thing next to him, but because it was so weird, he couldn't help his eyes drifting to the sides again.

The puppets here are oddly shaped, the taller ones are placed in a kneeling position, humble and reverently dragging candles with both hands.

What's more, it even took off the knees and cast the thighs on the ground, which looked very painful.

The short ones directly raised their hands above their heads and dragged the candles, while their hands were restrained by shackles, posing in the posture of a prisoner.

There are also many missing arms, half of the head, or even only the upper body...

And these puppets, which are either half-finished or deliberately made into such postures, without exception, do not have any clothing or hair.

Not even eyeballs.

Two rows of puppets silently kneel or stand on both sides of the road, holding the light in their hands in the dark posture of sinners.

The empty eye sockets without eyeballs silently stared at everyone who passed by, and they were clearly inanimate things, Cui Ziyuan felt his heart pounding when he saw it.

please forgive me...

He touched his little heart, and tremblingly entered the half-hidden door at the end of the road.

Thinking about the puppets behind him with lingering fear, Cui Ziyuan stepped on something round as soon as he entered the door.

There was still a light inside the door, and with the dim light, Cui Ziyuan raised his foot to look, almost jumping up in nervousness.

Under the feet, there was a head with brown hair, and a beret fell beside it.

A pair of ruby-like eyes happened to be facing him, reflecting the dim light without blinking.

A doll's head.

Cui Ziyuan's heart fell back to his chest, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The frightened Shen'er flew back into the body, and Cui Ziyuan noticed that there was a body that should match it next to the head.

The headless body also fell on the ground, wearing a shirt, overalls, and a messenger bag, like a young boy selling newspapers.

There are many puppets with different heads like this behind this door, randomly scattered on the ground, fragmented.

It's just like……

Cui Ziyuan touched his nose uncomfortably.

Think darker, like a mass grave for dolls.

He walked forward slowly, he could step on a severed limb with a random foot, and suddenly, he stopped slowly.

Gradually, the expression on his face became silent.

In the corner lay a puppet, with its eyes gouged out and its legs missing, lying on its back alone on the ground.

But Cui Ziyuan remembered her twin ponytails and that light blue skirt.

He stood silently in the middle of a pile of abandoned dolls, looking there through a pile of broken limbs.

He didn't walk over, after a long while, his fingers clenched into fists and clenched tightly.

After walking through the mass graves, there is an upward staircase.

Cui Ziyuan stepped up, and the broken image of the little girl doll was engraved in his mind, and all the messy thoughts disappeared in his heart for a while, which was very uncomfortable.

The stairs are very long, definitely not the reason for the change of mood, it is actually at least one floor higher than when going down the stairs.

Could it be that he is back in the bungalow now?

Cui Ziyuan pushed open a door at the end of the stairs with complicated emotions.

He was ready to face Eddie as soon as he opened the door to the studio on the third floor.

But only glanced at the scene behind the door, Cui Ziyuan was still holding the doorknob, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

The room is full of "Cui Ziyuan".

There should be nothing behind him, but Cui Ziyuan instinctively took a step back, but bumped into something on his back.

The blood suddenly froze to freezing point, and the cold breath swept all the senses in an instant, and the devil's gentle whisper sounded from the top of his head, with a cold smile.

"What are you doing, baby?"