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The demon came out of the darkness, attached to the ear of the prey, and whispered in the tone of a lover.

"What are you doing, baby?"

Whether it was the tone of voice or the unimaginably ambiguous address, Cui Ziyuan's chill passed down from the top of his head.

Hearing this sentence after he had a quick glimpse of the scene inside the door, layers of fear climbed up his spine, accumulating to the peak in an instant.

This person, this person...

The dexterous hands that belonged to the puppeteer lightly placed Cui Ziyuan's shoulders.

Cui Ziyuan didn't speak, and didn't dare to look back, as if there was some terrifying ghost standing behind him.

In fact, under the current situation, Cui Ziyuan felt that he was more terrifying than any ghost.

The moment Eddie touched his shoulder, Cui Ziyuan flung him away as if he had been electrocuted.

With his hand still holding the doorknob, he rushed in and closed the door with the fastest speed in his life. He leaned against the door with his back against it.

Can't let him in.

Will die will die, absolutely will die.

Candle lamps on the surrounding walls glowed faintly.

In the extremely quiet space, only Cui Ziyuan's own heartbeat was beating loudly, so loud that it could lift the roof off.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then, Eddie seemed to laugh, and there was a push from the door behind him.

It was a matter of life, Cui Ziyuan didn't dare to relax at all, he used the strength of his body to resist desperately, and at the same time fumbled tremblingly with his hands behind his back.

Got it!

With a "click", the door was locked, and Cui Ziyuan let out a trembling breath.

The door lock is a bolt type, which cannot be opened from the inside.

Cui Ziyuan's tense nerves relaxed a little bit, but because the lock didn't look very strong, he still leaned against the door and didn't dare to relax his vigilance easily.

In case Eddie actually hides Qi Yu's destructive power, this little lock is not worth mentioning, and it will instantly turn into wreckage under his feet.

While paying attention to the movement behind him, he turned his gaze to the room that he had only glimpsed before.

The structure of this room is very similar to Eddie's studio on the third floor.

And it certainly wasn't this that made Cui Ziyuan terrified.

In this room, there are countless "Cui Ziyuan".

In other words, it should be a doll made into the shape of Cui Ziyuan.

Yellow hair, black eyes, the facial features couldn't be more familiar, and every doll was made into a smiling face.

These smiling faces have different levels of smiles, some are half-smiles, and some have eight teeth showing.

It seems that the creators are trying one by one to see which one looks the best.

Obviously, he wasn't happy with any of them.

There are "Cui Ziyuan" all over the ground, none of them are intact, and all of them are piled on the ground without arms or legs.

Some of them seemed to have experienced brutal treatment, half of their heads were missing but they were still smiling, which was very strange.

Cui Ziyuan's fingers trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple moved.

He saw countless "selves".

Countless, dilapidated "selves".

This kind of visual impact is still a bit big, at least for him it is bigger than the impact brought by the orcs in the previous level.

For a moment, he felt as if he saw himself dying in front of his eyes in various forms of death. What was in front of him was not a gathering place for failed puppets, but his cemetery.

Mom.

This place is hell.

His gaze crossed the "Cui Ziyuan" all over the floor, and further inside was the workbench, on which there was a half-made "Cui Ziyuan".

The facial features have been formed, but the eyeballs have not been installed. The empty eyes are black, and he is lying on the stage and looking at the same dark roof in silence.

Cui Ziyuan also looked at these puppets that were constantly being carved and destroyed, and his thoughts were running rapidly.

He was thinking about the wonderful missions he had received these days.

On the first day, it was the eyeballs.

So many fancy adjectives are used, such as "dark night sky", "deep sea"... To put it bluntly, isn't it black?

The next day, it was hair.

"The most beautiful sunshine in the world", abandoning a bunch of messy ones, after all, it is the color of the sun-yellow.

On the third day, it was a smile.

This point is the most puzzling, after all, the puppets he has seen before are all expressionless, but seeing "myself" smiling fancy in this room, it is understood.

Then the problem is coming.

Why on earth does this puppeteer make so many dolls that look like him?

EXCUSE ME? ?

How did he not know that he was so attractive? ?

The most important thing is, looking at the number of dolls here, how many years have you been doing it?

With all his plans, he only entered this bungalow the day before yesterday.

By the way, wait, just now Eddie called him...

baby?

Recalling Eddie's tone of voice when he pronounced the word, Cui Ziyuan got goosebumps on half of his arms again.

He didn't want to know what kind of love and hatred there was between them.

Oh~

This damn protagonist script.

The door behind him was pushed twice from the outside, as if he found that the person inside was locked, Eddie paused for a moment, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Don't be afraid." The person outside the door coaxed softly, "Joy, don't be afraid, open the door."

Like the big bad wolf who tricked the little white rabbit into opening the door for him.

And the little white rabbit who was tricked by him was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Joe, Joey?

Who, who?

Hello, Joey, is Joey there?

Joey!Eddie is calling you oh Joey!

Cui Ziyuan was stunned for a while, and he was sure that there was no other living person in this room except himself.

"Honey, would you please open the door?" Eddie continued, a touch of begging in his voice.

Wait, he seems to remember who Joey is.

Cui Ziyuan opened his eyes wide, feeling that he was struck by a thunderbolt from the top of his head, and every golden hair he was proud of was split into charred black.

Joey, no, this puppeteer's...

How is old friend? !

Eh, wait?He called him Joey?

etc?He is Joey?

Cui Ziyuan was confused on the spot, and the things in his mind switched back and forth between "Hey, so Eddie is a gay" and "Hey, I'm Joey, why don't I know?" Then, he thought of Qi Yu's prophecy-like words.

[The name Joye...is not necessarily a girl. 】

Qi Yan Lingshi Yu.

Hit it with one hit.

Still in shock, Cui Ziyuan turned his eyes to the inside of the room, and there was a... bed in the corner?

Cui Ziyuan is not sure if it can be regarded as a bed, it looks a bit weird, and...

The light in the room was too dim, and it was difficult to see clearly from a distance. Cui Ziyuan felt that there was a person lying on it.

The people outside the door behind him didn't know when they stopped talking. Cui Ziyuan gently left the door panel, and after making sure that there was no movement, curiosity drove him to step into the room.

The feeling of stepping among the "selves" is very creepy.

Cui Ziyuan held his breath unconsciously, and walked towards the "bed" cautiously like walking on ice.

After being able to see what was there, Cui Ziyuan took a deep breath.

This is indeed not a bed, but an ice coffin.

No wonder it feels cool after coming in.

It turned out that it wasn't just caused by the atmosphere, and it wasn't some game special effect, but something that really gave off air-conditioning.

The person lying in the ice coffin is naturally not a living person.

What makes Cui Ziyuan want to touch his forehead in pain is that the person lying inside, at first glance, even he would feel that he himself died inside.

The young man with long blond hair was lying in the cold ice coffin. He didn't know how long he had been stored like this, but his face was not damaged by the coldness.

His eyes were closed tightly, thick eyelashes covered his face, the bridge of his nose was straight, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

If it wasn't for the lack of blood on his face, Cui Ziyuan would believe that he was just asleep.

And this lying man, except for the length of his hair, is almost exactly the same as Cui Ziyuan.

Cui Ziyuan remembered the book with the story of the puppeteer.

In the book, the lover of the puppeteer is a pianist, and he died, an accident.

Thinking, Cui Ziyuan turned his eyes to the hands of the person in the ice coffin folded in front of him.

Different from his hands, they are a pair of perfect hands. Even if they are stiff now, they can still imagine the beautiful picture of such a pair of hands flying over the keys.

Cui Ziyuan frowned.

What's written behind the story?

[The puppeteer locked himself in the bungalow, and no one saw him again. 】

[And gradually, it seems that the puppeteer is not the only one in the bungalow. 】

【His thoughts have created miracles, but he is not satisfied with this. 】

[The former angel, finally, step by step, fell to heaven. 】

Made a miracle, probably referring to the moving doll.

And not satisfied with this, I'm afraid it's...

Cui Ziyuan looked at Joey, who was like his twin brother, with complicated eyes, and then looked back at the mutilated dolls of his N-twin brother.

emmmmm smelled a little melancholy?

His current situation seems to be very bad...

Help!Is this some kind of strange avatar script plot!

There was a small person roaring in his head, and suddenly, the roar was choked by a sound like a mechanism starting somewhere in the silent room.

Cui Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran back through the door he had come and gone.

He remembered the sound.

It was the sound he heard when he opened the mechanism of the storage room.

After rushing back to the door in two or three steps, he quickly punched the latch and pulled hard——

The door remained motionless as if glued to the wall.

Behind him, footsteps came quietly.

Cui Ziyuan froze, gritted his teeth and pulled the door harder, even using his feet.

"You were told not to open the door just now, and now you want to open it again?" The gentle voice fell in my ears lightly, "It's better to open it earlier, so as to save me a trip."

While speaking, the slender shadow has completely covered Cui Ziyuan.

The door was locked from the outside.

And this room actually has a second hidden door, leading to other places.

Cui Ziyuan pinched the doorknob, feeling his palms were sweaty, and he almost couldn't hold it.

"Honey, you've seen it all." Eddie glanced at his hidden studio lightly, and chuckled, "This is really a headache, there's nothing I can do..."

A pair of cool hands covered Cui Ziyuan's eyes from behind, his eyelids trembling, and slowly closed.

Eddie didn't use any force, but Cui Ziyuan couldn't move, as if he had become a puppet that could only be manipulated by others.

He hugged him from behind, put his thin chin on the other's shoulder, and rubbed him affectionately, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Then, be my perfect doll."

He turned his head sideways, brought the tip of his nose close to Cui Ziyuan's flourishing blond hair, and took a deep breath almost greedily.

"My... Joey."