The scene became very awkward for a while.
Kou Dong didn't expect to meet the twins who turned back. Seeing the twins' gloomy and extraordinary faces, he couldn't help but look at the cook again: "..."
Although he didn't understand why the other party started blowing rainbow farts all of a sudden, it was obvious that this rainbow fart violated the taboo of the twins.
Thinking about it, the twins themselves haven't had a chance to blow it up yet, but they were snatched by a player first—any NPC can blow it up into a firework on the spot.
Especially since their minds are only as big as the tip of a needle.
Kou Dong, as a man who is destined to cause bloody storms, feels a little headache, and winks with the cook vigorously, signaling him to change the subject quickly.
But the cook didn't know what stimulated her, she didn't receive any hints from him at all, her whole body seemed to be carved out of wood and clay. On the other hand, the twins on the opposite side caught Kou Dong's eyes, and became even more annoyed immediately.
…and in their faces.
Is this when they are all dead
Two pairs of identical blue eyes stared at the cook, both were cold and cold, as if looking at a dead person, the cook's neck felt cold, as if half buried in the ground.
In fact, up to now, the cook has not yet understood where the other party's outbreak is.
He just exaggerated a few words - although he said that he might have robbed the twins of their doglegs, he didn't say anything excessive.
It's not like you have to lose your life because of this, right
What's wrong with this? —Didn’t the twins themselves organize a group to brag about the young master before dinner
oppressive rule?
He raised his hand tremblingly, trying to justify himself: "I just feel it, and I don't mean to offend. I don't know you two..."
What are you angry about
Kou Dong's eyes blurred.
I thought, well, I can't save him now.
This is a stride towards death all the way, eight horses can't pull back.
The younger brother's eyes narrowed slightly.
He lazily fiddled with his platinum curly hair, half-smiling.
"Why," he said slowly, pulling out those four words and emphatically emphasizing them. In this dark corner, only a ray or two of sunlight crawled on his cheeks along the window like vines, "Send it out of feeling? "
Before the cook could hear the deep meaning contained in it, she responded.
"So," the younger brother lowered his voice a little, "have you ever touched it?"
Cook: "..."
Cook: "???"
The cook remembered what she had just said about the thin and flexible waist, and finally recalled it, her legs softened, and she wanted to kneel down to these two NPCs again.
He really didn't mean that!
Where did he get the courage to tease the final boss! !
And—and he's still a man, and he also likes girls with breasts and legs—why does the NPC look at him with gloomy eyes like he's belittled their young master? !
The younger brother sneered, "Speak."
"What else?"
The older brother Randy who was standing aside finally spoke. He looked at the person in front of him calmly, only seeing the elegant and calm expression on his face, without any shaking caused by other emotions. This made the cook vaguely feel that she was holding on to a life-saving straw, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground, grabbing Randy's trouser leg and crying bitterly.
He is good at winking, and of course he can tell at a glance. Among the twins, the one in front of him is the one who decides.
The mild-looking one is also the one in front of me.
Randy lowered his head, his green eyes met his. The black pupils are embedded in it, and the cook's small, worried figure is reflected from inside.
"Just a servant."
He said quietly, then suddenly raised his foot. With just one blow, the cook was kicked a few meters away, covered her abdomen with her hand in embarrassment, and coughed repeatedly with one hand on the ground.
Randy pulled a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his hands meticulously.
"Execute it."
As soon as these four words landed, other servants came from the end of the corridor and silently dragged away the players on the ground. The cook was still coughing, but was soon mercilessly sealed and dragged all the way, slowly disappearing from sight.
Kou Dong's scalp was a little numb. He has always known that NPCs are moody, cruel and tyrannical, but because he is in the game, he has never had an intuitive feeling about the death of others—after all, it is not real.
But this time the matter was directly linked to him, the other party just suffered an unreasonable disaster, and accidentally poked the hearts and lungs of the NPCs with one sentence. Execution for just one sentence, which made him feel that the other party was a tyrant - he himself was no better, just like a demon concubine.
The concubine Yao slandered in a low voice: "It's not that bad, is it?"
The twins glanced at him. The corner of the younger brother's mouth was pressed down, and his eyelashes were densely covered on his eyelids, obviously displeased. But brother Randy calmly said: "You don't think this is right?"
Kou Dong: "..."
He always felt that as long as he answered yes, he would be eaten by these crazy twins immediately.
It's the same as him defending an adulterer.
Under such pressure, Kou Dong could only shake his head, reluctantly expressing that he had no intention of defending at all.
After he took a clear stand in the camp, the atmosphere finally eased. The dark clouds over his head cleared, and the NPC seemed calm again, urging him: "Go to work."
Kou Dong didn't dare to speak too much, and ran away at a trot.
The cook was executed, and lunch had to be eaten. At noon, when the players gathered in front of the wooden table where they ate, they saw that the players who were originally servants were now stirring the pot with a long spoon in mournful faces, as if they were about to poison them.
The twin overseers watched with folded arms.
The male servant didn't dare to have any objection, and brought out bowls of soup that he had made sticky, and put it on the table. After the gardener touched his feet under the table in doubt, he whispered vaguely: "The job has changed."
The gardener's face froze, and he looked silently at the twins who were still standing with their arms folded.
Only the place where the young master might pass by has windows, and the rooms used by these servants are always shrouded in an indistinct darkness. He could barely make out the outlines of the NPCs from the long, dark shadows. Their faces were indistinguishable indifference, guarding the door like a few birds with clipped wings in a cage.
"Speed up," the gardener said curtly to the others after supper, "and expand tonight, everyone."
His gloomy eyes were extremely oppressive, and he looked at the people present one by one.
"Any comments?"
No objection. It has only been one day since they entered the dungeon, and two players had accidents. If this frequency is followed, it is impossible for all of them to wait for the birthday banquet three days later, and they will all be wiped out before then.
What's more, they still don't know what the birthday party means.
Is good
or worse
Kou Dong's desire to meet that young master became even stronger.
Before that night came, he gave all the dolls a needle, and groups of dolls lay quietly on the ground, fluffy, natural and harmless. No matter where they are placed, they seem to be pure toys that should be put on the shelves for children to buy, with cute faces.
But Kou Dong couldn't forget the moment when they swarmed up. Even a rabbit would have sharp minions and play with its long ears. He warned himself not to let his guard down on any of the dolls, and then inspected every one in the damaged doll's room.
They all have their own stitching marks on their bodies.
This made Kou Dong feel more at ease, and he still took all the needles and threads with him just in case. He took a slight breath, finally stood up slowly, touched the cold doorknob with his hand, and then exerted a little force—
He opened the door.
There is no one in the corridor. The soft crimson carpet was printed with large areas of bright and complicated patterns. The smell in the air was thick and strange, giving off a moist fishy-sweet smell that seemed to be mixed with water vapor.
Kou Dong didn't hesitate anymore, and walked quickly to the young master's room that he had visited during the day. But gradually other sounds reverberated in this space, like a string that was not very sensitive was being pulled, roughly grinding with a bow. It gradually changed its tune, hovering and stirring in his ears vaguely.
He didn't take the sound seriously at first. Compared with those, this place itself is more frightening—the more he walks here alone on such nights, the more familiar it becomes, as if he once walked on this road wearing loose pajamas and tiptoeing Like thousands of times.
The young man's footsteps suddenly paused, as if in a trance, he really saw the figure of himself who had not yet fully grown in front of him.
The child was barefoot, and he was holding something in his arms. Only from the furry ear protruding from the top of his arm, it could be seen that he was holding a teddy bear. His snow-white pajamas fluttered around his calves, and then he carefully tiptoed two feet and opened a door—
Where is he going
He couldn't remember it—these memories were all sunk in the bottom of the sea, and he could barely see a hazy shadow reflected on the water through the water.
As if by accident, he also stepped forward step by step, stepping on the path that the child had just trod.
Such steps are exhilarating. The child's heart is full of anticipation, and the excitement cannot be restrained.
He is going to meet someone.
The man was sitting in the chair with his back facing him, his figure was stretched out by the flames jumping in the fireplace, only the top of his black hair was exposed from the top of the chair.
that person-
Kou Dong followed his footsteps to a door. The shadow of the child disappeared, leaving him alone.
He didn't know why his palms were sweating, his fingers grabbed the doorknob, for the first time he didn't even grasp it firmly, and it slipped slightly in his hand.
But for the second time, Kou Dong held the hand tightly and forcefully.
Why did he come here
Kou Dong has asked himself this question countless times. He thought he was a little-known anchor, but the more he experienced in the dungeon, the weaker his belief became. Life and death seem to be in a tug of war, and he is the weight in it—now, he wants to know who he is.
Compared to Ye Yanzhi, compared to the system, compared to Death—compared to everyone else's identity.
What he wants to know more is, who am I
who I am? ? !
He finally pressed down hard. The door in front of him creaked, and slowly opened under his hands, revealing the study room that had never been stepped into. The dark red velvet curtains were suddenly raised, and in the slight light that leaked in from there, Kou Dong could barely see clearly what was painted in the countless picture frames hanging on the wall.
His heart skipped a beat, and then he fell heavily. His body fell together with the heart, and a rabbit with a broken ear stood behind him, following him for an unknown how long.
Its three-petal mouth is full of smiles.
Kou Dong had seen it before, when he was looking for the doll's room during the day, it stayed quietly on the table in one of them. His heart suddenly became cold, and he realized that he had missed one of them.
This is also a doll that can come to life!
And now, slowly rubbing its long ears against his calf, and hitting—
Kou Dong was caught off guard and fell on the carpet.
The fluffy bunny jumped onto his chest and stared at him through buttonholes. Kou Dong felt in a daze that its three-petal mouth opened.
It seems to be talking.
That mouth is open and moving.
A soft tongue sound.
A tooth sound.
few…
grandpa...
It barked slowly and silently. In the same gaze of the people in the picture frames all over the room, Kou Dong saw the first half of his life - babbling, toddling, smiling with crooked eyebrows...
Until it was pulled out, it grew into a teenager. They were all hanging on the wall, silent, and the door was like a picture frame, framing the final him here.
—Master.
The twins in the basement raised their blue eyes and hummed a happy birthday song in a low voice. During the singing, the cook's clothes were scattered all over the floor, covered with fine fluff, and replaced by a brand new gray rabbit with no trace of stitching from head to toe.
They tied a bright red ribbon on its head, tied it into a bow, and placed it in a gift box.
The young master's beloved teddy bear is lost. He got angry and never came home.
it's OK.
—he will always have more dolls.