What kind of soul shock a "doll" is going through, of course others don't know—
The old man was still coaxing his weird grandson.
He walked slowly to the cabinet, and the face with no features came close. Anyone who sees something like this up close is a little creepy, but he's used to it when he smells it.
Many cage owners have this kind of appearance, just like most people's memories, they have no appearance. In addition, this is the knot in his heart, his hindrance, when people are bound in these things, they often forget who they are and what they are.
"Grandpa helped you read it." The old man walked back to the bed again and patted the little boy's head. His voice was old and light, and he spoke extremely slowly, "No one, don't be afraid, ah."
The little boy didn't know whether he was afraid or not. Anyway, Xia Qiao's skirt trembled again on the bed.
"Go, go downstairs with grandpa to play," the old man said.
The little boy's black eyes were still staring at Wen Shi, and he nodded reluctantly after a long time.
"What do you want to play? Tell grandpa."
"Puppets," said the little boy, "grandpa taught me how to make puppets, okay?"
He spoke very strangely, without tone and tone, whether questioning or shouting, without ups and downs, like a straight and stiff line.
If I had to describe it, it would be "empty".
The old man taught him: "This is not right, the final tone should be raised, okay?"
The little boy stared at him faintly, and said almost exactly the same: "Okay?"
Old man: "That's right."
The little boy began to repeat, "Do puppets, okay?"
"OK?"
"OK?"
Like a kind of weird coquettish.
If this is a coward, tears can be shed by him.
The old man seemed to be very reluctant to teach him this, but he gave in in the repeated repetitions, and said with a sigh, "Okay, let's go, let's make puppets."
The little boy was very happy, but his expression was a beat late, and after a few seconds he slowly grinned.
He obediently led the old man, took two steps and then turned back suddenly, maintaining a grin, and dragged Xiaqiao away from the bed.
When smelling: "… "
As soon as the door of the room closed, it moved when he smelled it.
He wanted to try to take two steps, but he couldn't control it, and he fell directly into the cabinet with one foot in the air, almost splitting a fork.
"I… "
Wen Shi lay on the ground and endured the swearing words in his stomach.
The doll's body is full of cotton wool, so it doesn't hurt or itch when it falls. Only the buttons and other decorations knocked on the wooden floor, making a "tuk" sound.
Fortunately, the sound was not loud, so the ghostly grandson didn't hear it.
He was a tall man when he smelled, and he had never suffered from short legs. In addition, the doll's body is too soft and it is difficult to exert force. He tried for a long time before turning over and sitting up.
As an adult with a very narrow range of interests, he certainly had no research or interest in the doll. But in my impression, when this thing is sitting, its short legs are stretched straight, like a V.
…
He is in such a silly sitting position now.
The only consolation...he wasn't wearing a skirt.
Impressive.
But pink overalls are still mentally handicapped.
Wen Shi lowered his head and looked at it, full of disgust, and didn't want to take a second look.
He rested his back against the foot of the bed for a while, looked up at the cabinet he had just stayed in, and was suddenly a little surprised. Because there are too many dolls.
The cabinets occupy most of the wall, with a total of four rows up and down, and all four rows are dolls.
There are Western-style ones like him and Xiaqiao, and there are some Chinese-style ones, but the Chinese-style ones all have no eyes.
After looking around like this, I felt a little forgiveness when I smelled it, thank you for asking.
He is still very reasonable.
As far as puppetry is concerned, the best-made dolls are only one spiritual sign away from humans, and they are the easiest things to attach to, and it is understandable that a doll like Xie Wen's level is half-hearted.
It's actually easy to take pictures too, but there are no pictures in this room. Maybe the old man didn't have the habit of putting them out, so he put them away.
This is quite similar to the smell. His photos spanned too many years, and their appearance remained the same. They were used for nothing but to scare people.
When I smelled it, I sat and rested for a while, and then moved my hands and feet again, slowly getting used to the feeling of being covered in cotton wool... Then I started looking for someone.
He called out to the dolls filling the cupboard, "Thank you for asking?"
To be honest, this behavior of talking to the doll is really mentally retarded.
He endured it, and then whispered: "Thank you for asking?"
The room was dead silent, and there was still no reply.
"What about people?"
"Don't play dead."
"… "
When he smelled it, he was patient. He was about to raise his voice and shout again, when the sound of footsteps came to the door of the room again, accompanied by the instructions of the old man downstairs.
The old man said, "Take another roll of cotton thread."
The little boy's voice was just outside the door: "Oh."
Wen Shi glanced left and right, there was no other place to hide, and he hurriedly slid under the bed.
Under normal circumstances, a seven or eight-year-old child can't do anything scary, but not necessarily in a cage.
To put it bluntly, a cage is a person's deepest regret, resentment, jealousy, desire, fear, etc... Anyone who enters is an offense to the cage owner, even a judge.
So the intruder is dangerous in the cage, and if anything is disturbed, it will be aggressive.
It's like the fake "Xiaqiao" that Wen Shi encountered before, which is a threat to intruders, representing the subconscious rejection of the cage owner.
Before I figure out the situation, I don't want to ask for trouble when I smell it.
The bed was old-fashioned, with high feet, and a dark flannel hood hung down from the sides, covering the bottom of the bed like a drapery.
Wen Shi sat inside, wanting to wait for the boy to take the cotton thread before going out.
However, the whole room was silent, and there was no sound of "clack-clack" slippers.
After waiting for a while, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He turned his head against the floor and saw the big empty eyes of the little boy. He didn't know when he got to the bottom of the bed, so he squatted behind him, stared at Wen Shi without blinking, and said, "I see you."
"… "
Having not worked in 25 years, Wen Shi sighed inwardly and turned his head to turn out from under the bed.
He is very agile, but he has short hands and legs, and he is still under the bed after a somersault! Seeing the boy stretch out his hand, he quickly reached for the foot of the bed, and with that force, slid himself under the cupboard.
It's short enough here that the little boy can't get in.
He saw the boy lying on the floor, and his white fingers stretched in through the gap, grabbing each and every time, the more he grabbed, the more anxious he was.
The little boy's fingernails were not long, but they scratched on the floor and made a crunching sound. Sawdust splashed everywhere, some embedded in the flesh, but he didn't know the pain, and still crawled on the floor to try to catch Wenshi's doll.
Until there was a sudden clatter downstairs, I don't know what happened.
The old man called out, and the little boy stopped abruptly.
As if nothing had happened just now, he stood up from the cupboard, went to the door and put on his slippers, ran in again, and began to rummage through the drawer to find cotton thread, and then hurried downstairs calling "Grandpa".
It was forgotten under the cupboard when it smelled.
He waited for a while, then slipped out from the bottom of the cupboard again.
The little boy walked too hastily and forgot to close the door of the room. He took the opportunity to leave the room when he smelled it, and looked down from the stair railing.
The layout of the house is very traditional. There is a Eight Immortals table in the middle of the hall downstairs. On the table are the arms and legs of the puppets, drills for drilling, and scattered cotton threads.
Xia Qiao's puppet was lying beside the table, presumably the pair of grandfathers and grandsons were making puppets here just now, but now they're gone.
Wen Shi went down a few steps and found that they were sweeping glass slag in the corner, as if something had broken.
The grandfather and grandson took a long time to deal with it, and then sat back at the table of the Eight Immortals.
The old man grabbed the body of the puppet, pointed to the back of the puppet and said to the little boy, "The first thread must be threaded from here, not anywhere else."
"Why?" the little boy asked.
The old man twisted the thread and said, "Didn't I tell you, there were some very powerful people in the past, and the puppets they made were very clever, exactly like people."
At this time, the little boy looked like a normal child again and asked, "Is it really the same, do those in my room count?"
For a moment, the old man seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.
After a while, the old man said, "You have to be really hard to scare you."
These are actually the clearest smells.
In puppet art, people who are new to the art can only make kittens, birds, and rabbits. They are so funny, and they will collapse in a minute or two at most.
And proficient people, such as Shen Qiao and the others, can do more things, men and women, young and old, and all the beasts in the world, they can do it to drive and use it.
The more powerful the person, the longer the puppet lasts.
However, most of them can only last for ten days and a half months, and then there are only a handful of them.
Wen Shi is one of the "few fingers", but he lacks a spiritual aspect and is too limited.
The little boy is still asking questions: "Why can't you put another thread first, you haven't said it yet."
The old man frightened him and said, "Because this is the most important thing. If this thread is not threaded, the puppet will be very easy to live."
The little boy said "oh".
When I smelled it, I didn't know where the old man heard this kind of words, but it was true. There is a mark on the heart of all puppets, most of which are the puppet master's own mark, similar to the painter typing a chapter.
If you want to break other people's puppets, a thread can pass through your chest.
It's the same thing with people.
However, when these words spread to the people, they became all kinds of strange taboos, such as what the old man said.
I listened to it for a while when I smelled it, but I didn't hear the taste, so I walked upstairs quietly.
He wanted to ask Xie, but he ran all over the second floor and found no trace, and he couldn't call him by his name, so he had to give up temporarily and hide in the corner of the utility room to wait in the middle of the night.
***
The time in the cage passed quickly, and it didn't take long before it was completely dark.
The house stood abruptly in the mountains, isolated from the world, and at night it was as quiet as an empty house that had been abandoned for many years.
The little boy's door was closed, and there was no sound inside, not even breathing.
He passed by quietly when he heard it, and went down the stairs to the first floor, where the old man's bedroom was located.
Throughout the day, in addition to looking for Xie Wen, he was observing the pair of grandfathers and grandchildren. This is the old man's cage. He probably knows that the old man's knot is related to his grandson, but he hasn't been able to figure out what it is.
He wanted to take advantage of the night to go to the old man's room to have a look.
When I passed the living room, I heard a trembling voice, as light as a haunted voice: "Brother...Brother..."
"Brother, it's me, look back at me..."
When smelling: "… "
He followed the sound and went around to the table of the Eight Immortals, and saw that Xia Qiao was still paralyzed on the chair.
"Brother why are you going?" Xia Qiao asked softly.
"Go to the old man's house and have a look." Wen Shi replied, and asked him again, "Did you see Xie Wen?"
"No, isn't he in the pile of dolls?"
He said, "Not here."
Xia Qiao: "What about others?"
When smelling: "Ghost knows."
You won't send them in, you didn't get in successfully, did you
Wen Shi pondered in his heart, Xie asked the rookie's level, maybe he could really do it.
In fact, the judge can see the level of the level when he enters the cage. The simple thing is to attach them to dolls, photos, and a little more troublesome is to attach them to mirrors, and then to hang pictures. As for the rest... The less human things are, the harder it is, and the more things you can control, the more powerful you are.
When the smell was good, he could even control the entire cage.
But that is already the past.
When he heard the news, Xia Qiao finally dared to move.
He struggled to fall from the chair, stood up straight, and muttered, "Be careful... don't make any noise."
He was a little speechless when he heard it, "Don't be so exaggerated."
"Yes." Xia Qiao held his skirt and said solemnly: "Everything in this room is very sensitive. If you touch it and explode, the glass teapot will suddenly explode in the afternoon."
"Teapot?" Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that when the little boy tried to catch him in the afternoon, the grandfather downstairs accidentally broke something.
"You said the teapot exploded suddenly?"
"Yup!"
He was a little puzzled when he smelled it, and just as he was about to ask a few more questions, a ghastly white figure suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.
He stopped for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw that it was a full-length mirror. The silent figure standing just now was in that mirror.
Xia Qiao didn't dare to move at all.
He walked over to the mirror when he smelled it. He approached the mirror and touched the mirror, trying to see if there was anything strange in it.
Suddenly I heard Xie Wen's voice sounding in front of him, with a smile in his voice: "Don't get so close, you are so scary with big eyes."
When smelling: "… "
I fuck-
He took a step back, and just as he was about to scold, he saw himself in the mirror.
The eyes of Western-style dolls are no joke, the eyelashes are long and curled, it is really watery, plus a bib...
He himself was afraid.
But he reacted after two seconds of fear—
Xie asked that this bastard went into the mirror himself, but stuffed them into the doll, is this a fucking thing people can do? ?