The scene became very embarrassing for a while.

Kou Dong didn't expect to meet the twins who turned back. Seeing the twins' sullen and extraordinary faces, he couldn't help but glance at the cook again: "..."

Although he didn't understand why the other party suddenly started blowing rainbow farts, it was obvious that this rainbow fart was a taboo for twins.

Come to think of it, the twins didn't even have a chance to blow it themselves, but they were robbed by a player first - whichever NPC you change, they can all explode into a fireworks on the spot.

Especially since their hearts are only as big as the tip of a needle.

As a man destined to cause bloodshed, Kou Dong felt a bit of a headache, and winked at the cook, signaling him to change the subject quickly.

But the cook didn't know why she was stimulated, and she didn't receive any hints to him at all. The whole person seemed to be made of wood and clay. On the contrary, the twins on the opposite side caught the glance that Kou Dong cast in the past, and immediately became even more annoyed.

...and in front of them.

Is this when they are all dead?

Two pairs of identical blue eyes stared at the cook, both cold and cold, as if they were looking at a dead person, and the cook felt a chill on her neck, feeling that she was half buried.

In fact, until now, the cook still didn't understand where the other party's outbreak was.

He was just exaggerating - although he said that he might have robbed the twins of a dogleg drama, he didn't say anything too much.

Shouldn't he lose his life because of this?

What's wrong with this? —— Didn't the twins organize a group to play the young master before dinner?

oppressive rule? ?

He raised his hand tremblingly, trying to justify his name: "I'm just feeling it, I don't mean to offend. I don't know you two..."

What are you angry about?

Kou Dong's eyes flashed.

I thought to myself, yes, there is no way to save it now.

This is a galloping stride all the way to the road of death, even eight horses can't pull it back.

The younger brother's eyes narrowed slightly.

He played lazily with his platinum curls, half-smiling.

"Why," he said slowly, pulling out those four words and emphatically emphasized them again. In this dark corner, only a few rays of sunlight climbed up his cheeks like vines from the window, "Is there a feeling? "

The cook didn't hear the deep meaning in it, so she answered.

"So," the younger brother lowered his voice a little further, "have you ever touched it?"

Chef: "..."

Chef: "???"

The cook remembered what she had just praised for her thin and flexible waist, and finally came back to it, her legs softened, and she wanted to kneel down for these two NPCs.

He really doesn't mean that!

Where did he get the guts to tease the final boss! !

Andand he's still a man, he also likes a young lady with a chest and legswhy does the NPC look at him with a gloomy gaze that made him belittle their young master? !

The younger brother sneered, "Speak."

"What else to say."

Brother Randy, who was standing beside him, finally spoke up. He looked at the person in front of him calmly, only the expression on his face was elegant and calm, without the slightest shaking caused by other emotions. This made the cook vaguely feel that she was clutching a life-saving straw, and suddenly fell to the ground, grabbing Randy's trouser legs and crying bitterly.

He is good at looking at glances, and of course he can tell at a glance that among the twins, the one in front of him is the one in front of him.

It looks gentle, and it is also the one in front of me.

Randy bowed his head, and his green eyes met him. The black pupils were embedded in it, and the cook's small, worried shadow was reflected from it.

"Just a servant."

He said quietly, then suddenly raised his foot. In just one click, the cook was kicked out a few meters away, covering her abdomen with embarrassment, and coughing repeatedly while lying on the ground with one hand.

Randy pulled a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his hands carefully.

"Execution."

As soon as these four words landed, other servants came from the end of the corridor and silently dragged the player on the ground away. The cook was still coughing, but she was mercilessly closed 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 other people's deaths - after all, it is not real.

But this time, the incident was directly linked to him. The other party just suffered an unwarranted disaster, and a word accidentally poked the hearts and lungs of the NPCs. The execution for the sake of one sentence made him feel that the other party was very much like a tyrant - he himself had nowhere to go, just like a demon concubine.

The demon concubine whispered slander: "It's not so good, is it?"

The twins glanced at him. The corner of the younger brother's mouth pressed down, and his eyelashes were densely covered on his eyelids, obviously displeased. On the contrary, brother Randy said calmly: "Do you think this is wrong?"

Kou Dong: "..."

He always felt that as long as he answered yes, he would be eaten by the crazy twins immediately.

It's the same as he defends the adulterer.

Under such pressure, Kou Dong could only shake his head, reluctantly expressing that he had no intention of maintaining it at all.

After he stood in the camp with a clear-cut stand, the atmosphere finally eased. The dark clouds above his head dissipated, and the NPC looked calm again, urging him: "Go to work."

Kou Dong didn't dare to speak any more, and trotted away.

The cook was executed, and lunch still had to be eaten. When the players gathered in front of the wooden table for dinner at noon, they saw the player who was originally a servant was stirring in the pot with a long spoon with a sad face, as if he was about to poison them.

The twin supervisors watched with arms crossed.

The servant didn't dare to have any objection, he brought out bowls of soup that he had boiled and put them on the table. When the gardener touched his feet questioningly under the table, he muttered vaguely, "The job has changed."

The gardener's face froze, and he silently glanced at the twins who were still standing with their arms folded.

Only the place where the young master might pass has a window, and the rooms used by their servants will always be enveloped in a mass of indistinct darkness. He barely made out the outlines of the NPCs from the dark, long shadows. They had indiscriminate indifference written on their faces, guarding the door, like a few birds with clipped wings in a cage.

"Speed ​​up," the gardener said briefly to the others after dinner, "extend the range tonight, everyone."

His gloomy eyes were extremely oppressive, and he glanced at everyone present.

"Any comments?"

No one objected. It has only been a day since they entered the dungeon, and two players have already had an accident. At this frequency, it is impossible for all of them to wait for the birthday party in three days, and they will all be destroyed before that.

Besides, they still don't know what the birthday party means.

Is good?

or worse?

Kou Dong's desire to see the young master became stronger.

He gave all the dolls a needle before the night came, and the group of dolls lay all over the ground quietly, fluffy, natural and harmless. Wherever they are placed, they seem to be pure toys that should be put on the shelf for children to buy, with flattering faces.

Kou Dong couldn't forget the moment when they swarmed up. Even rabbits would have sharp claws and fiddle with their long ears. He warned himself not to let down his guard on any of the dolls, and then inspected every one of the damaged doll's room.

They all have their own stitching marks on them.

This reassured Kou Dong, and just in case, he still took all the needles and threads with him. He took a slight breath, finally stood up slowly, touched the cold doorknob, and then exerted a little force—

He opened the door.

There is no one in the hallway. The soft dark red carpet was printed with large and colorful patterns, and the smell in the air was thick and strange, giving off a moist and sweet smell that seemed to be mixed with water vapor.

Kou Dong no longer hesitated, and walked quickly to the young master's room that he had been to during the day. But other sounds gradually echoed in this space, like a string that was not very sensitive being pulled, grinding it roughly with a bow. It gradually changed its tone, swirling and churning in his ears.

He didn't take such a voice seriously at first. It's the place itself that's more terrifying than that - the more he walks here alone on nights like this, the more familiar it feels, as if he'd once walked on tiptoes in loose pajamas, walking down the road Like thousands of times.

The young man's footsteps suddenly paused, and in a trance, he seemed to really see his figure in front of him who had not yet fully grown.

The child was barefoot, and he was holding something in his arms. Only from the fluffy ears protruding above his arms, it could be seen that he was carrying a teddy bear. His snow-white pajamas fluttered on his calf, and then he carefully stood on tiptoe and opened a door—

Where is he going?

He couldn't remember—they were all buried at the bottom of the ocean, and he could barely see a hazy shadow on the water across the water.

As if it was a ghost, he also stepped forward step by step, stepping on the road that the child had just stepped on.

Such footsteps are exhilarating. The child's heart was full of anticipation, and the excitement could not be restrained.

He was going to meet someone.

The man was sitting in a chair with his back facing him, his figure was pulled extremely long by the flames jumping from the fireplace, only the top of his black hair showed from the top of the chair.

that person

Kou Dong followed the footsteps to a door. The child's shadow disappeared, leaving him alone.

He didn't know why his palms were sweating, his fingers grabbed the door handle, and for the first time, he didn't even grasp it, and slipped slightly in his hand.

But the second time, Kou Dong held his hand tightly and forcefully.

Why did he come here?

Kou Dong has asked himself this question countless times. He originally thought that he was a little-known anchor, but the more he experienced in the copy, the weaker this belief. Survival and death seem to be 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 the God of Death—compared to the identity of everyone else.

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 that had never been stepped into. The dark red velvet curtains slammed up, and in the little light leaking from there, Kou Dong was barely able to see what was painted in the countless picture frames hanging on the wall.

His heart skipped a beat, and then fell heavily. His body also fell with his heart, and a rabbit with a mutilated ear stood behind him for an unknown amount of time.

Its three-flap mouth is full of smiles.

Kou Dong had seen it before, and when he was looking for the doll's room during the day, it sat quietly on one of the tables. His heart suddenly froze, and he realized that he had missed one of them.

This is also a living doll!

And now, it rubbed its long ears slowly against his calf, and hit him hard—

Kou Dong was caught off guard and fell on the carpet.

The fluffy rabbit leaped up on his chest and stared at him with button eyes from above. Kou Dong felt in a trance that its three flapped mouth opened.

It seems to be talking.

That mouth opened and moved.

A soft tongue.

A dental sound that engages teeth.

few……

Lord...

It called slowly and silently. In the same gaze from the people in the picture frames in the room, Kou Dong saw the first half of his life - babbling, toddler, smiling with brows and eyes...

Until the strip is drawn and stretched, it grows into the appearance of a teenager. They were all hanging on the wall, silently, and the door was like a picture frame, framing the final he here.

- Master.

The twins in the basement raised their blue eyes and hummed a happy birthday song. In the singing, the cook's clothes were scattered all over the floor, covered with fine fluff, and replaced by a new gray rabbit, with no stitches from head to toe.

They tied a bright red ribbon on its head, tied it into a bow, and held it in a gift box.

The young master's beloved teddy bear has been lost. He got angry and didn't go home anymore.

But it does not matter.

- He will always have more dolls.