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Chapter 153 Memories (1)
What does it feel like to die?
Kou Dong didn't understand this sentence, but Ye Yanzhi didn't explain it either. After saying this, his eyes became darker and darker.
Kou Dong's heart sank, and there was even a bit of gray hatred in it.
why lie to me?
If Ye Yanzhi was no different from the other NPCs standing here from the beginning, he would never be so unacceptable.
Ye Yanzhi.
He tasted a bit of salty taste, and at some point he bit a small wound out of his mouth, and blood gushed out.
Ye Yanzhi...
His whole body trembled slightly, as if he had been stung countless times by thousands of bees, and his head to toe were terribly and embarrassingly wounded - the furry dolls silently surrounded him, The fluffy ears pressed against his skin, and each stroke made him shudder more thoroughly.
The man in front of him frowned slightly, staring at the blushing corner of his mouth. As if habitual, Ye Yanzhi stretched out his hand and wiped his fingers upwards.
The strength is removed, and the action is very gentle.
But this time, the young man turned his head with the muscles in his tensed neck and didn't let him touch him again.
"leave me alone!"
Ye Yanzhi's fingers froze in the air. After a while, he slowly retracted his hand and said coldly, "You want to follow me."
"Where else?"
Kou Dong sneered.
"To put me in a new place?—in a new cage? To be your toy? Forbidden?"
He seemed to grit his teeth, and it took him a long time to spit out a sentence, "Ye Yanzhi, do you think of me as a fool?"
The man's jaw line contracted tightly, and he repeated in a tight voice, "You have to follow me."
What answered him was an undisguised mocking smile from the young man.
At this moment, the plush dolls gathered at Kou Dong's feet suddenly raised their heads in unison and looked towards the door. There was a sound at the door again, and the three players who had just avoided reappeared in front of the door again. In front of them was a gray rabbit doll leading the way. The fur was smooth and almost natural.
They attract the attention of NPCs like never before. Before this, the NPC had never looked at them directly, but now they are looking at them without exception.
...Like a pack of wolves, weighing their prey expressionlessly.
In such a coveted gaze, the maid's heart was unavoidably a little flustered, and she hid her figure back without a trace.
This stare was only a moment, and the dolls slowly walked towards them, gradually encircling them. The gardener's scalp went numb, and when he looked back, he realized that his way back had already been cut off. Two giant teddy bears, almost adult height, blocked his retreat, staring at his arms.
What he was holding in his arms was the wooden box.
The man's hand held the box tighter, and a red mark was drawn on the palm of the hand at the edge.
With no way to retreat, they were forced to the corner without knowing it. The teddy bear had raised his palm high, about to dig into his arms.
The important clue that just thought turned into a hot potato all of a sudden, the three players passed around in panic for a few rounds, and finally fell back into the gardener's arms. He curled up into a ball, barely resisting the attack from the NPC, and received a few heavy punches on the chest and abdomen, and the sweet smell went straight to his throat.
The gray rabbit who led the way jumped up high in the doll group, and its hands and feet were torn by other dolls, and it was already broken. It danced vigorously, signaling desperately—
To the young master!
Its black button eyes were filled with pleading, and snow-white cotton catkins fell from the gaps in the torn fabric.
To the young master!
take that thing-
Give it back to the master! !
The gardener met its eyes, gritted his teeth, and finally chose to believe. They don't have keys at all, and this box cannot be opened at all in their hands, so it's better to fight to the death!
Maybe...you can still go out here!
He suddenly pulled his body to the extreme, looked at the gap and jumped high, jumping over the heads of all the dolls.
The chest rises and falls, and the wrists use all their strength. The original basketball foundation played a great role at this moment. The box was like the orange-brown ball, which he threw out with all his strength——
"Master!"
"Catch!!"
In such a cry, Kou Dong subconsciously stretched out his hand into the air. He noticed the mouths of the dolls beside him open angrily, and his fingertips touched the small box - at that moment, it seemed that something suddenly flipped a switch in his heart.
He heard a crisp sound.
"Dang"
Under his touch, the lock that had been firmly hung on it suddenly loosened and fell off automatically. The originally sealed box opened wide, and the contents inside suddenly fell from top to bottom—
At that moment, Kou Dong heard the sudden stagnation of his breathing.
All the blood in his body poured back in an instant.
That's a stuffed bear.
It was covered with rather soft fluff, each of which was curled just right, and its two black eyes were clear and innocent, and it fell head down on the ground.
The gardener was also startled, and when he reacted, his voice suddenly rose: "It's it!"
He jumped up excitedly and desperately: "It's it, it's the—"
Everyone sees it clearly.
... On this messy floor, the little bear lay quietly. On its rounded auricle, there is a clear and unmistakable "D".
Master's favorite doll.
It appeared.
...
In this case, its appearance is like lighting a fire among the crowd.
Both the NPC and the player began to run, and immediately took the key to victory in their pockets - but what they thought was very different, the NPC did not want the doll to fall into Kou Dong's hands and let him leave; the player On the contrary, he just wanted to send it to Kou Dong. Their competition started immediately, and the densely packed dolls covered the ground like a tide. The special little bear at the top was lifted high by the waves and moved and dodged.
drop on the floor.
was swarmed into the air again.
In this doll's hand, in that doll's hand. It was grabbed desperately and disappeared from Kou Dong's sight several times.
Kou Dong's eyes were still following it, still a little stunned. When he reacted, he realized that he had already fallen into the whirlpool of snatch before he knew it, and tried his best to reach the little bear with his fingertips.
But deep inside, another voice quietly told him:
Something is open.
The moment he touched the bear.
Something is open.
He clearly heard the movement of the switch.
……what is that?
The tide of stuffed toys suddenly receded to both sides like Moses splitting the sea, as if he was greatly frightened. At the same time, the teddy bear with D painted on the ear on the ground twitched twice, and then opened its mouth——
A sudden singing voice suddenly came from its abdomen.
The voice was gentle and hoarse, something Kou Dong was very familiar with and had heard countless times before.
He was the master who heard the voice almost instantly.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." The teddy bear clapped his hands and stood up from the ground crookedly, his head still tilted to one side - that is the trace of being torn and robbed by violence. It tilted its head like this, sang songs, and slowly approached Kou Dong.
I don't know if it was Kou Dong's illusion, but the black eyes made of buttons seemed to be bigger.
It stares intently at people.
"Happy birthday to you……"
The footsteps have come to the front.
"Happy birthday to you!"
"Three-two-one-"
"Blow out the candles—"
"Make a wish, my darling."
Kou Dong heard his own voice. His voice was much colder and calmer than Ye Yanzhi who sang and talked before.
"Will my wish come true?"
"Of course."
The man's tone was gentle, with a condoning helpless smile.
"As long as you want, as long as you want."
"you swear?"
"I swear."
There was a brief silence for a while, and then Kou Dong's voice sounded again from the bear's stomach.
"Alright."
Immediately, there was a slight "poof" sound.
Candles are blown out.
At the same time, the candles in the banquet hall suddenly went out with the coefficient, and darkness suddenly enveloped people from head to toe. In this darkness, Kou Dong's body trembled involuntarily, and he noticed that his fingertips were tightly grasped by the plush bear——
"What did you wish for?"
In the dark, the old man asked.
The recording is mixed with the sound of zizi electric current, and the sound is somewhat distorted. Kou Dong heard himself say:
"I need to"
It was as if someone had punched him hard in the head, and he was about to lie down here.
At this moment, time flipped forward, and the dust and smoke were all annihilated and dissipated. Peeling off the dusty shell, Kou Dong finally saw his familiar shadow in the gap.
That was himself back then, standing in the same position, in the same place. The dolls were piled up in front of him, and in the new gift box was the bear in front of him.
It was Ye Yanzhi's coming-of-age gift, and the letter D was his own handwriting.
"I need to……"
Trembling.
He caught a glimpse of his drooping eyelashes, full of desperate effort. He had a hunch about what he was going to say, his heart was hanging in the air in his chest, and he didn't know when it was going to fall heavily.
talk!
Tell him, tell him clearly—
"...I want to leave you."
He finally raised his eyes. The smile on the man's face suddenly dissipated, his fingers clenched tightly, solidifying like a cold statue.
Under the previous oath, every word was in force. The creator's power opened that passage, and white light completely enveloped Kou Dong.
"The world I see is real and fake."
"I want to... go back to the real world!"
I'm going back to the real world! ! !
Kou Dong's figure swayed, his heart clenched into a ball, and the touch of the plush in his hand brought him back to reality.
"I remembered."
He murmured, not knowing when he tasted a little salty taste in his mouth.
"I remembered……"
"This is what I keep to myself."
The final warning letter.
then.
"Come on!" The young man turned back impatiently. He had dyed his prominent yellow hair, and his tail was upturned, making him look extraordinarily ruffian.
"I'm not active in making money. I really don't know what you guys are doing here."
Behind him was a tall and slender man, but he looked much calmer. There was another man behind him, wearing a small skirt, with brown and red hair hanging down to his waist, stepping on small high heels, and his body was extraordinarily concave and convex.
"Lu Ran," the red-haired woman asked, obviously not trusting, "This can really make money? You didn't play me?"
"What are you playing for?" Huang Mao said, "What good can I get by playing with you?"
"Ghost knows if you have other thoughts about me," the red-haired woman complained. "This shit..."
"You can pull it down," Huang Mao was disgusted and spit hard on the ground, "Your chest is made of silicone!"
Behind the group of three, there were also four gray men, all of whom looked like ordinary migrant workers, with wrinkles on their faces that were blown by the wind and the sun, very vicissitudes.
There were seven of them, headed by the yellow-haired youth Lu Ran. At the beginning of the year, Lu Ran said that he found a way to make money from some forum. It was quite simple, just play several roles in a game.
At first, no one believed it. In particular, the migrant workers did not contact the forum on weekdays, and when they heard this, they thought they were playing tricks.
But Lu Ran immediately took out the money, a lot of bright pink notes. The flash in front of a few people made their hearts move, and their eyeballs followed.
"How is it?" Lu Ran dipped his spit and counted the large stack of money. At the end, he slapped his hands again, and the thick money came loose, like a flower with its roots tightly grasped. Hua, "Would you like to go?"
The eyes of migrant workers who usually earn hard money will not move. Such a thick stack, counting down to tens of thousands.
"Go, go!"
"I have to find a few more," Lu Ran said. "This game... The more beginners enter, the better."
When he said this, he did not feel guilty at all. In fact, the novice who goes in a lot is good for him alone - he will grab all the achievement points at that time, and the rest will be able to barely scrape the oil and water, and most of the money will be his.
If you don't bring new people in, it will be a group of veterans competing with him for achievement points. It's the same as students doing questions. The more questions you write, the higher your score will be.
Of course Lu Ran wanted to find someone with a low competition coefficient.
He smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't cheat you, I'm optimistic about the other two. If you come, you will definitely get more money than them."
This is also pure nonsense, but Lu Ran has lied a lot, and these are all side dishes.
Not worth mentioning.
After getting together a group of seven people, he officially chose to enter the "Dead Man" game and randomly opened the game copy. The result was as he wished. At this time, "Dead Man" did not have a mandatory novice teaching session, and he successfully brought all the other six people into the team copy.
The task this time is to prepare a birthday feast for the young master in the manor. Their starting point is three kilometers away from the manor, and they need to walk to the manor by themselves and pass the interview of the housekeeper.
The first test came on the way. The place was full of swamps, and each one was deeper than the other. They were exhausted just going through the preparatory steps. The red-haired girl scolded her mother several times, and her words gradually evolved in the direction of being blocked. Fortunately, they finally arrived at the manor safely. Lu Ran knocked on the back door, and it took a long time before he saw a footman answering the door. His eyes stayed on their dirty and muddy clothes for a long time.
"Did you come here to apply?"
Lu Ran said "yes" and was led in immediately, "Come in."
The red-haired girl was already hungry and tired, so she hurriedly stepped inside. When she saw the decoration of the manor, she couldn't help but let out a loud exclamation: "Fuck!"
Lu Ran glared at her, but before she recovered, she lost her voice: "This is too..."
Her eyes lingered in the gorgeous wallpaper, soft carpet, and various antique and exquisite furniture. The sunlight outside the window poured in, and it was like something drawn in an oil painting, completely different from the darkness outside.
Compared with the swamp thorns outside, this is carefully decorated. It's as if this dungeon only prefers this corner, and the outside is just casually dealing with it.
So rich!
Not only did she think so, but the rest of the people felt the same way. Their eyes couldn't be pulled out of these, and they were even a little ashamed.
"Should we change clothes first?"
"No," the servant led them and said calmly, "You look like this, just to make the young master smile."
"..."
Understood.
The reason why we are like this is to be a tool person to make fun of this young master.
Tool Man No. 1 to No. 7 suddenly understood their position.
They followed the footman up the stairs at the corner and stopped in front of the butler's room. The footman stepped forward first, knocked on the door carefully, and got an answer from inside: "Come in."
The servant then twisted the door handle and said, "The person applying for the job is here."
The voice inside was very young, rather like a young man, "Let them in."
Lu Ran felt a sudden rush in his heart, knowing that he was about to see an important NPC who would guide them in their mission, so he could not help but take a breath before entering slowly. The first thing I saw was the two tables here. The books on the tables were exactly the same, and even the placement was basically the same. A handsome young man with cyan eyes was sitting behind one of them. , took off the glasses with a thin gold chain tied to his face.
He doesn't look like a housekeeper, but more like a young master who is delicate and precious. The neckline is not so tightly buttoned, which shows that the nature is not as rigorous as it appears, but more lively.
However, his eyes were full of high-spirited thoughts. Under the gaze of those eyes, Lu Ran, who had passed through several dungeons, couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and it took him a long time to introduce himself.
"I want to come and try your position here."
The housekeeper still stared at him, and that look reminded Lu Ran of the eagle that found its prey.
"very good."
He said indifferently, and then went straight to the subject, "We only need a few people to help us for a short time to prepare the birthday party for the young master. The birthday party is seven days later. During these seven days, if your If your performance can satisfy the young master, you will naturally get a reward that will satisfy you."
Lu Ran's mind immediately focused on a few words. For seven days, to the satisfaction of the young master, the butler did not even mention anyone else. This also means that during these seven days, the evaluation of that young master will be the only criterion for judging their final achievement point.
It couldn't be easier - he could even give up his usual tasks and just try to gain the Young Master's favorability.
"But," the butler added, "there is one point that needs to be emphasized."
His eyes swept over several people one by one, and each time he swept over one, that person shrank his shoulders unconsciously, as if someone stabbed him with a knife.
There was an almost icy warning on the butler's face.
"Everyone, can't touch the young master. Not even the corners of the clothes or the hair."
"Once discovered, they will be expelled immediately."
"You can't anger the young master," he said slowly, "if the young master is in a bad mood one day..."
He didn't finish his words, but everyone else already understood the meaning. If the young master is in a bad mood and the housekeeper knows, their mission will probably be regarded as a direct failure.
In other words, their final outcome is now tied to the so-called young master alone.
This is actually a disturbing condition. After all, whether a person is in a good mood or not, where can they decide?
Lu Ran was a little worried.
The housekeeper then instructed some things, most of which were related to the young master, and clearly explained the young master's likes and dislikes. Several players wrote down silently, and after a long time, the red-haired girl finally couldn't help but ask, "But we haven't met the young master yet. ... Should we go and see him first?"
The housekeeper frowned and said coldly, "No need."
He didn't give a reason at all, just indifferently expelled a few people from the room and arranged for them to work individually. In any case, several people did not expect that they would be separated as soon as they came in, and they looked at Lu Ran at a loss for a while.
"Look at what I'm doing?" Lu Ran lowered his voice and taught a lesson gruffly, "Don't hurry up! What should I do?"
"But," the migrant worker said timidly, "I don't even know what to do..."
Lu Ran said angrily: "Can't work? How did you make money before?"
The rest of the people suddenly realized, and quickly dispersed. That being said, it is actually still part-time work, but the part-time work place has been changed from outside to the game, and the essence is still the same.
On the contrary, they are more able to do it in a down-to-earth manner.
After they all walked away, Lu Ran glanced upstairs alone, and his eyes were full of inevitable light.
...
In the upstairs room, a figure slowly stepped out of the bathtub. A young man with blue eyes also stood on the side, immediately unfolded a wide bath towel, and tightly wrapped the person who came out of the bath from head to toe.
He was the same as the housekeeper in the room downstairs, except that the clothes were very strict, and there was nothing wrong with him from head to toe. His hand wiped the wet hair of the person in front of him, and after drying, he carefully wiped the other person's feet.
Wiping and wiping, his lips couldn't help but touch the soles of his feet lightly.
Its demeanor is close to that of believers kissing the gods they believe in.
The young master didn't care about these things, maybe he was used to it. He was wrapped in a bath towel, his voice a little unclear, "Will he come back?"
"You mean master?"
"right."
"Master has other things to deal with," the young man said softly, then picked him up from the chair, passed through a few doors, and placed him on the big bed full of dolls, "But for your birthday party, he will definitely come back. "
The young master buried his head in the cloud-like bedding, as if he was not very happy with the answer. The young man added: "But, because I was afraid that you would be bored, I arranged for a few new people to enter the manor. Today, they all came through the swamp and came here dirty. I have already had people paint the scene at that time. ."
The young master sat up suddenly, and his eyes lit up again.
The young man sighed slightly, as if there was nothing he could do about him, "You..."
"Can you accompany me?" The young master interrupted him and whispered, "Can you let them play with me for a while?"
The young man was motionless, and he knew clearly in his heart that he could not. The owner's possessiveness, he knows better than anyone else, and even they all have the same possessiveness that cannot be expressed in words. The young master should be only theirs, served by them, and protected by them. Strangers are undoubtedly equivalent to crisis.
But the young master is only ten years old. When he was poor and bored, they were willing to do anything to make him happy.
Master.
This is their first code of conduct written into their bones.
"Of course," the youth finally said, "but you still have to keep your distance - I will arrange for them to play with you from a distance."
He lightly pinched the young master's slender ankle and stuffed it into the quilt.
"Please have a good rest tonight."
Princess Pea in the bed, Canary in the cage.
A reserved and delicate creature suitable only for being imprisoned.
——He occasionally has a little violent thought.
for example.
He blew out the candle and walked past the doll's room.
He also wanted to replace his master and let his young master cry in the pile of dolls.
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