The interior of the Doll's House was much bigger than it looked from the outside. In fact, it was unreasonably large for a house. For example, when the lights came on, Puppeteer found himself standing in a kitchen that was half the size of a living room.
Considering the effect of the switch between light and dark on one's vision, the reason why the room was so large was probably to create as many blind spots as possible.
Puppeteer was standing by the kitchen island with a row of pots of various sizes hanging above his head and six stoves in front of him. He lowered his head to look at the various utensils and bowls, and a rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
'Did he prepare so many things just to open his mouth? '
This time, the light only lasted for a short period of time. Just when he could barely see his surroundings, his vision turned dark again.
As soon as the light turned dark, all his detection methods would be rendered useless. Even his own light source would not light up.
Puppeteer crouched involuntarily at the thought of seeing that face again after the light came on. He pressed his palms against the cold marble countertop and used all his strength to suppress the urge to vomit.
'Don't light up — '
The light came on.
The kitchen was still empty, and Puppeteer was nowhere to be seen.
He panted softly and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but he was still crouching by the countertop. After thinking for a while, Puppeteer reached out his hand and pulled down a pot from the ceiling. He turned the pot to the back of his head, and a blurry shadow appeared on the bottom of the silver stainless steel pot.
Puppeteer's feet were glued to the ceiling, and his head was hanging over Puppeteer's back.
Puppeteer chuckled.
"Do you want to stay by my side that much?" he asked softly. "Then don't leave."
With every word that came out of his mouth, the doll on the ceiling seemed to shrink. It was as if an invisible force was pressing down on the top of Puppeteer's head, pressing him into the ceiling bit by bit like a worm. The doll struggled with all its might, and the sound of its spine cracking could be heard. Since it was wrapped in flesh and blood, the sound was muffled and muffled.
Just as the doll was about to become a stain on the ceiling, the Doll's House turned dark.
Puppeteer was not surprised at all.
In the Doll's House of Dolls, it turned out that there was a pattern to the switch between light and dark. The lights would come in whichever way was beneficial to the Doll's House of Dolls. If they could not escape from the Doll's power, they could teleport away after the lights went dark.
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When Lin Sanjiu realized that she was back in the living room, she pressed her back against the wall and inched forward like a crab. Her eyes were blinded by the light. For a moment, she simply closed her eyes and waved the stick in front of her. If she carried a sign that said, "Iron Mouth Straight Break", she would be a standard fortune-teller.
Fortunately, no one saw this scene.
She did not dare to rest her eyes for too long. When she felt the light was back on and opened her eyes again, she found that she had not walked far. She had not even reached the center of the living room. Perhaps it was because the rooms in the doll's house were too big.
When Lin Sanjiu started to look around for Dolly, she saw a shadow moving in her peripheral vision. She immediately turned her head.
In front of the sofa in the living room, a figure wrapped in pitch-black leather slowly climbed up.
Lin Sanjiu felt her heart swell up. However, just as the words rushed to her throat, she swallowed them back down.
There was no other reason. With just one glance, she could tell that the person was not Puppeteer.
It was Puppeteer's face. Half of it was as cold as ice that would never melt, while the other half was frowning and resting on his shoulder. It was obvious that Puppeteer's neck had been crushed by an external force. The neck bone was broken, and it looked like a broken stone in a broken bag.
Lin Sanjiu knew very well that Puppeteer must have beaten the doll to this state. This meant that Puppeteer was fine. Lin Sanjiu should be relieved to see him, but she couldn't help trembling. She almost wanted to slide to the ground.
Before this moment, she had never thought about what Puppeteer's corpse would look like until she saw the doll standing up.
Puppeteer, who wholeheartedly wanted to seek revenge on Gong Daoyi … How far away was he from this?
This time, the light stayed on for a long time. The Puppeteer turned its neck around and returned to its original form, but the light was still on. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Sanjiu scanned the room again, and her hair stood on end.
"Lin Sanjiu" doll was also in the living room.
No wonder she couldn't find it. It was lying under the sofa. Half of its blurry face was hidden in the shadows, waiting for Lin Sanjiu to approach the sofa.
Lin Sanjiu immediately averted her gaze and pretended that she didn't see it.
As long as the doll thought that she didn't see it, it wouldn't teleport next time. It would still ambush her. At least, she could buy herself a chance to avoid being attacked in the dark.
Since the light was still on, the doll couldn't teleport. Since she didn't move, "Lin Sanjiu" doll couldn't imitate her movements. For a moment, Lin Sanjiu had a rare moment of safety. Even though being alone with two dolls in the living room was very stressful, she couldn't even breathe.
Puppeteer suddenly took a step forward. Lin Sanjiu shuddered and stared at him.
Just when Puppeteer raised his arm as if he was trying to pull something invisible in the air, the doll's house turned dark again. Everything was swallowed up by the darkness.
"Isn't the doll's house switching between light and dark to provide an advantage to the Pocket Dimension doll?"
Lin Sanjiu cursed inwardly. She stood in the darkness and replayed the last scene in her mind.
"Obviously, Puppeteer was imitating Puppeteer's movements … Did he open the door? Is Puppeteer in one of the rooms? "
Lin Sanjiu tried to recall the thin, long, and bloodless hand. The height of the hand was probably just below his chest.
"No, he didn't pull the doorknob."
With Puppeteer's height, the doorknob was much lower than his chest. Furthermore, the doorknobs in the doll's house were all round, so Lin Sanjiu had to hold the doorknob to open the door. However, Puppeteer's hand was facing Lin Sanjiu, and only four of his fingers were hooked onto something invisible.
"What did he pull?"
If the light lasted for another two seconds, Lin Sanjiu wouldn't have to stand in the dark and make guesses like a fool. Frowning, Lin Sanjiu scanned through all the possible objects in the house.
"What kind of object would require Puppeteer to pull it from that height and in that manner?"
Before she could come up with an answer, a bright light pierced her eyes. Squinting her eyes, she realized that Puppeteer had indeed moved from the sofa to the other side.
Apparently, he had teleported in the dark, but he could only move three meters at a time. So, he was still in the living room. The direction that the doll was facing was a pair of metal doors. She had no idea where they led to, but it looked like the door to the back kitchen of a restaurant. Wait, back kitchen?
Is that the kitchen?
Did Puppeteer pull open a fridge door? "
Just as this thought popped up in her mind, before she could verify it, she subconsciously shifted her gaze. Then, another discovery gripped her heart.
"Lin Sanjiu", who was under the sofa, had disappeared.
"I'm so tired today. I only slept for four hours yesterday and went out for half a day. Now, I'm back to write a new chapter, but no matter how I write, I can't keep up with the storyline. I feel like I forced myself to write this chapter, so I don't know if it's good or not. Anyway, the goods are sold, and there's no refund or exchange …" (It's really hard to have both high quality and daily updates.)
"Speaking of which, I went to see Milady today. (Mom is worried about the newborn girl). I realized that even though I'm not as popular as the other authors, I'm one of the authors that the readers give me the most face. Everyone is so enthusiastic! "How can I repay you?
Actually, I think I'm better at writing Milady than I am at writing the apocalypse (after all, I started writing the apocalypse when I didn't know anything, so I should have improved after so many years). I don't know if you guys feel the same way …
(End of this chapter)
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