The nights in Backlund are always deeper than other places. Under the night shrouded in thick fog, a ghost-like figure floats quietly on the streets of the south area of the bridge.
There is no nightlife in the slow-paced Bridge South District. There are only dim lights coming out of the night, indicating that there are still people living in the room.
The figure just stepped on the dim light brought by the street lamp and came all the way to Hewan Avenue. Looking at the house in front of him without any light, his whole body seemed to melt, flowing along the gap in the door and flowing into the independent house.
Among the houses.
At this time, in this single-family villa in the Hilton area, which may require a monthly rent of ten pounds to qualify for living, the seemingly valuable furniture has been covered with a layer of dust, and the tables and chairs made of precious wood are messy.
are placed against the wall, as if just to keep them out of the way.
The dust on the ground is not too thick, and it shouldn't have been too long since the owner of this house left. However, there are a lot of valuable items that have not been taken away, which seems to indicate that the owner of this house left in a hurry.
The flowing figure returned to its human appearance, walking and looking, all the way to the second floor. After opening a door, the bedroom was finally revealed, which was even darker due to the dim street lights outside the window.
The large or small puppets, at carefully planned angles, gave people the feeling of looking at the person outside the door at the same time. Even though he had been prepared, he was still startled by the scenery in front of him.
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"Art!" The figure walked past each doll in turn, looking at the life-sized girl who looked like a living person, wearing a gorgeous lace dress, and at the palm-sized heroic female knight wearing silver full-body armor, her face
An evil smile appeared on his face.
Then, he took out a monocle and put it on his left eye.
Light steam rose from the man's head, and the black shadow covering his body gradually faded away. A glass of water that seemed to be endless was held in his hand, and he poured it into his mouth at intervals of five seconds. At the same time,
, the dolls that had been carefully taken care of, but now were covered with a thin layer of dust, also disappeared one by one - disappeared into a wide door that opened out of thin air at an unknown time.
When the last doll completely disappeared into the room, and all the ink on the figure faded away, he sat on the bed that had not been taken care of for at least half a month, and took out a small little one from somewhere.
The stove, just like that, lit a fire in a grand manner.
The scorching flames reflected Snow's handsome face. He took out the balls of clay from the light door, kneaded them, molded them, and then slowly transformed them into the form he wanted in the furnace built with the characteristics of the pyromancer.
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About half an hour later, a doll girl wearing a black and white Gothic skirt was placed in the most conspicuous position in the room.
She has long silver hair that exudes metallic luster but is full of vitality, and her blood-red eyes are shining brightly like gems.
The body is obviously made of clay, but it has a delicate touch like skin. The slightly fair complexion gives people a soft and delicate feeling.
Decorated with ribbons, roses, reverse crosses, and black feathers, this doll looks rebellious and luxurious, as if the aloof Queen of the Night is surveying the subjects in front of her.
Snow returned to his position at the door, glanced into the room a few times, then returned to the table again, readjusted the posture and expression of the puppet, then nodded with satisfaction, and took out the glass that had been prepared.
A small display cabinet was built with wooden boards, and a spiritual wall was added inside to cover the doll.
When all this was completed, Snow took out a piece of letter paper and placed it on the table. As his fingertips trembled, lines of text appeared on the letter paper——
"Dear Mr. Emlyn White"
"Hello."
"I heard that Mr. likes the art of puppetry and is very attracted to it. I wanted to discuss it with you. Unfortunately, it seems that I have arrived too late. Your house is already empty."
"I was afraid that something bad might happen to my husband, so I made some inquiries and found that there are a large number of dolls left here."
"Because I couldn't bear the pain of the dolls falling into dust, I took the liberty to clean them. During the process, I found that each doll had been carefully maintained. From this, I speculated that this is my husband's favorite thing, and there are many things in the room.
The traces of his hasty departure must not have been abandoned intentionally."
"In order to prevent the collection that your husband cherishes from getting dusty, I will keep it for you for the time being. When your husband comes back, I will return it intact."
"As a pledge, I leave behind a piece of my work as a pledge."
"Your friend, Snow."
After writing the signature, Snow stretched out his right hand and gently pressed the ring on his index finger to where the signature was written. When he raised his hand again, the piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and was lifted by that
The exquisite crown mark is firmly pressed on the desk.
After doing all this, Snow put all the things he brought into the light door. After taking one last look at the puppets on the table, he walked into the light door. The next moment, he returned again,
A familiar residence.
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【Really made foul language】!
Upon noticing Snow's return, Made in Paradise immediately started making noises. Fortunately, Snow's mansion was always shrouded in [An Zhiyu], so that its noise would not scare the surrounding neighbors.
Snow first fetched three small dried fish for Lily, who was assisting in maintaining the summoning door, and then arranged the scattered dolls in the room one by one, and then walked towards the direction where Shinzo's ravings came from.
Feeling the restlessness of the real evil spirit, he picked up the Made in Heaven plugged upside down next to the gramophone, gently stroked the pink single eye on its chest, and said in a helpless tone: "Don't make trouble, I'm busy here and there."
Because of you, why are you so angry?"
【Really made foul language】.
The tone of the real evil spirit was still a little fierce, but Snow rolled his eyes and said in a tone of truth and reason:
"That's to attract enough attention. Don't you think it's weird for male dolls? Which doll store have you seen that sells male dolls?"
【True raving】......
The voice of the real evil spirit gradually became quieter, and returned to a noisy and incomprehensible babble from the original state full of swear words. When Snow saw this, he also laughed, walking towards the basement, squinting his eyes and said:
"It's good to know. Cut it into a Necromancer first. This will have to be returned in two days. Take advantage of the opportunity to grab more souls now. We still have nine rings, six dolls, three arrows and twenty-two