The execution came suddenly, and after witnessing it with his own eyes, the scene fell into a long silence.
The twins leaned over, their boots stepping recklessly into the red and white pool of blood and other bodily fluids, splashing small stains.
Their skin is very white, the kind that doesn't see the light of day very much. The joints are clear, the fingers are slender, without any calluses.
Now, these two pairs of clean and beautiful hands have reached into the filth.
The cook's throat moved slightly, feeling vaguely disgusted. The twins picked up the broken porcelain plates one by one and placed them on the table, one of them said: "It's a pity."
The other also said: "It's a pity."
They're clearly not talking about people.
Two pairs of green eyeballs looked at each other exactly the same, giving people an almost dizzy illusion. Whether you look to the left or the right, you will see the same two imperial greens with the luster of ice-cold jade.
"This is what the young master likes," one of the twins said calmly, "There are not many things that the young master likes."
Kou Dong looked at the porcelain plate. The porcelain plate is snow-white, only the edge is painted with dark complex patterns, like a family crest, the overall look is simple and chic, but now it is stained with blood, it is really uncomfortable to look at.
He frowned unconsciously.
The twins sweep the shards of the china plate into the trash.
"Dirty," they said briefly, before reaching a conclusion, "Young Master doesn't like it anymore."
Fu turned his head and looked at them again.
"What are you still doing standing here?"
The players present were slightly choked, seeing the NPC's gaze shifted, no one dared to stay any longer, turned around and left.
It's just that the lingering fear in my heart still hasn't disappeared. What I thought was a simple task is now like a cliff. They stepped on the edge of the cliff, all of them were crumbling.
If you do not do well, you will die.
"Damn it." The gardener couldn't help but also swear - one person died at the beginning, and the difficulty of this dungeon is obviously not as they imagined. He finally understood that their lives were not so much in the hands of the twins, but in the hands of the young master—only when the young master was happy, they could live.
The young master is not happy, they are buried with him.
What the hell kind of feudal dictatorship is this!
With a sullen face, he looked at the two people around him, but didn't say what was in his heart.
It seems that when will he really have to visit this honorable "young master".
The cook said nothing, but clasped her hands tightly. When she was about to reach the door of Kou Dong's doll's room, she suddenly turned to Kou Dong and asked, "Do you think dinner is delicious?"
She is tall, and her voice is different from ordinary female voices, quite low and smooth, a rare contralto. It's just that when he heard the question, Kou Dong felt a little troubled.
To be honest, he didn't think so.
But once he told the truth, he was afraid that people would be hit...
After all, if you don't do it well, you may die.
Kou Tiantian had no choice but to say euphemistically: "It's okay, there is still room for improvement."
It can be said that it is a standard answer, and it calms the other party's emotions and implicitly implies that the other party is not that good and needs to improve.
The cook seemed to be relieved, she glanced back slightly, "Okay."
She seemed a little excited, and almost came up to hold Kou Dong's hand, "Thank you, I will work hard!"
Kou Dong: "... ???"
Kou Tiantian was a little baffled, this person must have been too excited - what's the use of what he said, the NPC had to say it!
He really couldn't understand the player's logic, so he went into the house full of questions to work.
To be honest, the work is endless, and it is impossible to finish it in this life. Kou Dong didn't know how long he had been doing it, and he was going to be blinded even if he was pierced by a needle. Finally, he couldn't help but started to let himself go, and sewed hastily.
He almost sewed the doll's legs to his shoulders several times due to fatigue.
"… Grass."
After finding out, Kou Dong himself was speechless, what kind of strange species he was creating. He simply stood up, moved his hands and feet, and relaxed for a while.
There was only one candle burning in the room, and the candle flickered.
The dim light can barely enclose people, and there are still a large area of dolls in the shadows. Their faces are indistinct, their hands and feet are tangled, and their fur is covered in one place. Only the eyes gleamed slightly, emitting a subtle light.
"..."
In the darkness, the eyes made of buttons slowly turned.
First a pair.
Immediately the second pair, the third pair, the fourth pair...
They turned their heads silently, enveloping the young man's unnoticed white neck, soft black hair, and the clean and green body under the thin layer of cloth. in the eyes.
Kou Dong sewed a somewhat strange rabbit. He lowered his head, sniffed and smelled again, and made sure he smelled a slight fishy smell on the rabbit.
Look carefully at the hair on its body, and there is a small piece of hair tangled in one place.
The marks on it have dried up.
To be honest, as a game anchor who is only in charge of Tiantiantian and never pulls the light to play restricted-level games, Kou Dong is sure that his thoughts are as pure and healthy as a blank sheet of paper—even the blank sheet of paper is not as healthy as him. He hasn't even had a girlfriend for more than 20 years, and the first trembling and blooming peach blossom is still the root of Ye Yan. In reality, he has never held hands or kissed anyone, let alone a few bases. Never played the field.
Who could be healthier than him? At first glance, he is a person who meets the requirements and does not have a life below the neck.
It's just that the smell really reminds the healthy game anchor of some unhealthy things.
Kou Dong thinks this should be an illusion.
He threw the rabbit back to its original place, and when he searched again, he soon found the same traces in the same pile of dolls. Like splashed up, splashed down little bits and pieces.
Kou Dong: "..."
He sincerely said to the system: "Are you serious?"
System: [I can't understand the player's words.]
Kou Dong said from the bottom of his heart, "I'm going to report you."
You don't seem to be in line with the core socialist values!
The system is cold and seems to be mocking: [Report here?]
Kou Dong: "..."
Yes, he is in this broken game now, and there is no way to report it.
The reality is cruel and merciless. Kou Dong felt that he was getting a little tempered, so he made up his mind to take the civil servant exam when he returned home, to this special department, to correct this bad game with bad intentions.
When the time comes, he will be that kind of lighting commissioner, responsible for reciting the Great Compassion Mantra to people before the lighting scene...
The candle flame suddenly burst slightly.
Kou Dong suddenly realized that there was another shadow under his feet. He turned his head and found that it was the extremely long shadow drawn by the doll. The toys are piled up quietly, forming a fluffy mountain, and the edges of the shadows are also covered with soft fluff.
... Strange.
They were so close to him in the first place
Kou Dong put down the needle and thread in his hand and observed them straightly. He didn't realize that there was something wrong with these dolls at first, but now that he looked carefully, his hair stood on end almost instantly—
They were all staring at him.
They stared straight, as if they were going to eat him and tear him apart.
Oops!
Kou Dong reacted suddenly and jumped up from the ground. At this time, he was really thankful for his body's ability to respond, and he reached the door in a few steps, and stretched out his hand to pull the door—
But the door was so tightly closed that it couldn't be pulled at all!
The twins locked the door at some point!
Kou Dong shook the thin door panel, sweating all over, but it didn't help at all. The way out was blocked, and he was now helplessly exposed to these dolls, who could easily walk towards him—if they were alive, of course.
He kind of wished he was overreacting, but it was actually a bunch of dead things. But under his gaze, a round-headed teddy bear slowly got up from the ground.
Its ears are still missing, with a white ball of cotton inside exposed. When it walks, it staggers and twists like a newborn baby, with a small ball of tail wagging up and down behind it.
With its round figure, it exudes a childish innocence and cuteness.
It slowly grinned at Kou Dong. There was a length of red cloth in there, and its tongue was cut out.
The beast in Kou Dong's heart began to gallop, as if it had been frozen on the spot, motionless. In his eyes, the teddy bear finally came over and stretched out its two fat and short arms.
Immediately, he tore off his trouser legs that were tied in the boots, and wrapped them around his exposed white ankle.
The plush is soft and thick to the touch, making it itchy to those who scratch it. Kou Dong endured this strange feeling and stretched out his hand to grab it, but suddenly withdrew it - it was licking his palm with that piece of red cloth.
This seems to be the clarion call to begin.
The mutilated dolls came out of the shadows one by one, and staggered towards him, only the sewn ones remained motionless. Kou Dong finally understands the meaning of his work, and he will not attack him if he has been emotionally sewn.
If he had known earlier, he would have been able to finish all these injections with each injection!
Now it was too late to regret it, he had no time to think about anything else, he immediately took steps to avoid it, and reached out to touch the needle. However, there are too many dolls, covering the ground, no matter where he steps on, they are soft, and there is nowhere to put his feet - as long as he passes there, they will nimbly climb up his legs, eager to tear his legs apart placket.
A rabbit quickly took the needle and thread, stood far away and slapped his long ears at him.
He swept down a lot, but there was more. They surged up in waves, hanging all over his body. Kou Dong's hands were gradually overwhelmed, the struggle became meaningless, a rabbit stepped on his feet, and suddenly slipped—
He fell to the ground in embarrassment.
He didn't feel any pain in his body, rather than falling on the floor, it was better to say he fell into the pile of toys, and he was instantly covered. The torn white cotton wool was all over his body, even a thin layer on the back of his hands.
The plush rabbit stood beside his head, looking down at him. Kou Dong smelled the familiar, faint fishy smell. Its three-petal mouth was embroidered with red thread, and it moved slightly, as if it was smiling.
Immediately, it lowered its head.
Without hesitation, he stuffed the long pink ears into his mouth.