creak.
creak.
The door was pushed open again. The gray rabbit effortlessly lifted his head, supported his shoulders, and pulled his adult body outside—there were more companions waiting outside the door, and Kou Dong didn't even know about the house. How many broken dolls are hidden in the house—at least the ones in front of him are not what he saw in the doll room.
They surrounded him, and the fluffy feel was clearly fluffy and soft, but somehow it made people feel chills all over. He was gradually covered by the tide of plush, with a pair of buttonholes facing him, black and shiny, and there were still small threads that were not completely sewn inside.
Kou Dong's body went limp completely. He seemed to have also turned into a piece of cotton cloth, lying limp on the ground, unable to stir up any waves. The doll's boat carried him, and someone's head was lowered, and his eyes were covered with two long ears.
They should have been breathless. But at that moment, it seemed to lower its head, and exhaled lightly at him.
call-
This moment was like hypnosis, completely pulling him into a turbulent, blurred, tide-like consciousness, only a little sanity pulled his sinking clarity like a spider's thread, barely hanging his thoughts.
He clearly felt that their power was stronger than before. When he was attacked by the doll for the first time, Kou Dong still had some ability to resist; but now, he himself is more like that made of cotton, so soft that he can't even move his arms.
Why are they stronger
Is it because these dolls are special, or because—the so-called birthday party is getting closer
The dolls are still busy. They tore open the hem of the young man's clothes and dragged him brand new, snow-white clothes; two teddy bears hugged his hands, slowly pulled up the sleeves for him, and then buttoned the buttons on his chest one by one with difficulty .
At this moment, the doll and its owner seem to be upside down. Kou Dong became a toy that was allowed to be rounded and flattened by them, and could only be played back and forth in their hands. The dolls tore off the old shirt, put on a new one for him, put on a new tall top hat, and tilted their heads to look again.
Kou Dong: "..."
If you come out to hang out, you will have to pay it back.
He used to change his clothes before, and he was addicted to Miracle, but now he has become Miracle Dongdong...
Did retribution come so quickly
He was vaguely thankful that this group of dolls hadn't perverted enough to strip their underwear.
The gray rabbit hopped forward, tugged again at the fine gauze on the brim of the hat, seeing that it no longer blocked the young man's face, it seemed finally satisfied.
Its long ears stood up and touched each other lightly in the air.
Snapped.
The small, almost insignificant voice seemed to be the horn of a charge. The tide flowed in an instant, and the dolls that surged out of each room finally gathered here. They lifted the young man's flexible, not very strong body, like a huge and soft bed, lifted him without hesitation, and took him to another direction—
Kou Dong was also familiar with that direction. That was the young master's bedroom that he had explored.
The dolls were busy back and forth, and after some effort, they finally put him on the bed.
The fluffy quilt was pulled up, revealing only a somewhat pale face of the young man. Lying there, he was actually a little different from the young master in the impression of the dolls, but upon closer inspection, he did not change at all. They crouched on the side of the bed, and slowly moved their bodies closer, like ordinary cotton dolls half-leaning on the owner's arms, not paying any attention to Kou Dong's unknowingly stretched body.
The white candle burns high and never goes out.
The curtains were scattered, and inside the layers of white curtains, the rabbit's three-petal mouth slowly encloses a finger of the young man.
Kou Dong was terrified, his eyes widened, his hairs stood on end almost instantly—
The fine fluff swept over and penetrated into the nails. Small irritations with itching came from his fingertips continuously, as if a switch had been turned on, and he began to shudder involuntarily.
Do not.
Do not…
More dolls climbed up, caressing and stroking the young man's exposed skin, pecking and kissing his arm hanging by his side, and slipped in one after another from the loose white robe—the clothes were lifted up high, like a hill The puppet devoured him silently, as if he had received an incomparable and supreme reward on the slightly warm flesh. He was caged in their shadows. In the shadows on the wall, there was a vague figure with a big and somewhat abnormal belly, as if it had been roughly stretched several times wider, and traces of their wriggling could be vaguely seen.
Kou Dong had a weird illusion, as if they were like ghost babies, wishing to tear his flesh and drink his blood.
Then, it was born out of his skin.
But this is an illusion after all. Their touches are all light, respectful and careful as if they are treating gods. What can be done is clearly blasphemy.
All dolls bring joy like never before.
After many years, they were finally able to find their old owners.
He finally lay here again, the rabbit's fur floated over his breath, and the fluffy and silky fur clung to his eyelashes. Its dark eyes sparkled, like a brave and loyal knight, and finally printed a kiss on the back of his hand.
master.
— Belongs to them, sir.
Kou Dong did not appear at the breakfast table the next day. Gardener had bad guesses in his mind, and wanted to inquire about some news, but was stopped by the expressionless twin NPC: "Hurry up and prepare. It will be the young master's birthday in two days."
The young master's birthday is really an important day. The NPC's eyes revealed a posture of "whoever messes up this day will be eaten alive", staring at them eating while pinching the gold watch next to them, which made several players dare not say anything, hurriedly He hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and went to work. Just those few mouthfuls, stuffed or tasteless.
The work is never finished, there are piles of gold and silver utensils to be wiped, fresh flowers have to be picked and placed everywhere, and bouquets of flower balls have to be tied up on the escalator, and the dishes and tastes of the birthday party have to be determined. , The banquet scene must also be arranged. Several people at the scene were led around by the twins, and they didn't even have time to talk to each other all day. It can be said that the exploitative nature of the bourgeoisie was completely exposed here.
I don't know where the picky nature of the NPC comes from, no matter what kind of work they look at, they can't pick it out. Even if the silverware was spotless and shiny, the twins could point to one of them and criticize, "It wasn't wiped clean."
The servant held the tableware and looked at it again and again, but he couldn't see where it was not clean.
Until the NPC gave him a magnifying glass.
Servant: "..."
Servant: "..."
It's sick, whoever washes the dishes has to wash them until they use a magnifying glass to observe them!
He really wanted to yell, but unfortunately, when he saw those two identical green eyes, his whole body trembled, and he dared not speak out. After being aggrieved for a long time, I finally walked forward silently, and worked diligently again, wiped it hard two or three times, and finally saw the twins nodding their heads slightly, and walked towards the next person.
The male servant let out a deep breath, and suddenly felt someone pat him on the back. With a thought in his mind, he turned his head quietly, only to realize that it was the gardener.
The gardener approached him in the name of working with him, and whispered to him while avoiding the NPC's eyes and ears: "Look at this."
He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his cuff, on which he roughly drew the layout of the rooms here. Someone had already marked it, drawing a small red triangle on the room.
"That's already been searched." The gardener explained in a low voice.
The servant immediately understood, and quickly took the pen he handed over, intending to mark the places he had checked. When the tip of the pen touched the paper, he hesitated for a moment. He paused suddenly and looked up at the gardener.
"Have you all drawn?"
The gardener knew exactly what he was thinking, and couldn't help but sneered slightly.
The servant became a little annoyed, and argued: "How do I know if all your paintings are real! If someone has already discovered the bear, but has been lying to us..."
This is not impossible, the more people die in the dungeon, the easier the distribution of achievement points will be, and the one who survives to the end will naturally benefit the most. The more the servant thought about it, the more he felt it was reasonable, he withdrew his hand and pushed the paper back to him.
They come here for money. Why should he form a team with these people? —He didn't come here to gain friendship!
He refused to cooperate, and the gardener did not force him, but he looked down on him more and more. Up to now, smart people can see that something is wrong with this dungeon. It seems to be an extremely simple task, but in fact the attrition rate is far beyond their expectations. Up to now, half of their staff has been lost, and they still haven't found any clues, and they haven't even seen the relevant clues.
Under such circumstances, it is a fool to think about achievements and care about every detail.
Those fools cannot survive in this game.
The gardener stopped persuading him and strode away on his own.
They began to eliminate room by room. In two days, he and the fire maid searched almost all the rooms that could be entered, except for the young master's room. Instead of finding that particular teddy bear, both were attacked by the doll and nearly lost their lives. In order to survive, the gardener threw a life-saving tool that he had been reluctant to use, and then barely escaped with the maid.
He couldn't care less about his distress - nothing was more important than his life at this moment. He locked those crazy dolls in the room, still gasping for breath, but in a blink of an eye, he met the maid's horrified eyes.
"I remember," the maid's voice was sharp, with an unusually weird meaning. She pinched the gardener's arm desperately, using great strength, but she didn't feel it at all, "I remembered, I always thought this background was familiar—"
"Banned posts!"
Her voice was getting higher and higher, and these two words popped out suddenly, "What is described in that forbidden post...is it this story!"
The banned post was a post that briefly appeared in the dead man's game forum for more than ten minutes. At that time, the dead hadn't opened this special section, but normal players entered the game to earn money. The difficulty was not as high as it is now, and it would not endanger their lives.
Until the banned post appeared, a vague player said that he had just escaped from a dungeon, their team was almost wiped out, and he was the only one left.
When he returned to reality, he found that his team members were really dead. Their bodies are still alive, but their brains have been declared dead—this is tantamount to obliterating people's self-awareness.
That is, from then on, the special section of the dead was officially opened. Since then, countless people have stepped forward for the moving money and silk, thinking of taking a temporary risk in exchange for eternal wealth, in order to save decades of struggle. This game has truly become a game of cannibalism.
But the post, which was regarded as an early warning, only survived for a short ten minutes, and soon disappeared. When it existed, players thought it was made up, and no one really thought about what kind of information it contained. Up to now, what is circulated on the forum is only a few words written by some old players who have seen it from memory.
The gardener's scalp also exploded. He subconsciously retorted: "Impossible, there are no twins in there..."
Immediately, he also realized that something was wrong. He had read that post, and it did not mention twins in that post, and did not even describe in detail what kind of mission that led to the annihilation of the entire army, but nervously used ellipses and bright red exclamation points to emphasize again and again that they should be careful. A person.
[He is their god, the highest criterion of their actions, and the judging line by which all actions are measured.]
[They enshrined him and treated him with care.]
[He... that young god has not yet realized what kind of power he holds in his hands. He has been protected under the wing of... that person, he does not know that he is in a false world. He has a lot of toys, they are guarding his army, and whoever touches the gods... will be devoured by them.]
[He doesn't know he's alive. but…]
[Don't wake him up! Don't wake him up! ! ! ! !]
[forever! Never - try to take the gods away from them and from that person!]