It's not like Lin Sanjiu didn't know that her attitude and tone towards the puppet master were indeed different.
In her eyes, he always had a bleak, cold and gloomy look, and the only vitality in his body came from the twinkling glitter in the corners of his eyes. How could he look like a living person like this? He closed his eyes and lay down somewhere. , where it will become a cemetery.
However, the words formed by human voices seemed to bring human life. Lin Sanjiu felt that even if she had nothing to say and just talked nonsense, as long as she said enough, she could make him look pale and even vague. On Qing's skin, he used words to rub out some vital color - of course, the person who was rubbed hard would probably not be very happy.
The question is, why does this person lose his temper regardless of the situation?
She simply didn't know which one to scold first - the puppet master or the copy?
She has a good reason to be dissatisfied with the puppet master: Is it the time to fool around in the dungeon? What if she happens to be beaten into the arms of the "Lin Sanjiu" doll? Yes, a brief contact will not be replaced by the doll, but it is also You can't always be so generous with her life.
But compared to the dungeon, the puppet master's not-too-heavy swipe just now was really nothing: because at the moment she was knocked straight out, the dollhouse became dark again.
She lost her sight. Even though she had curled up in mid-air and regained her center of gravity. Logically speaking, she could have landed lightly and skillfully, but she still slapped onto the coffee table like a fish - mainly because of all the detection. Her senses were cut off by the copy, and when she was about to land, she tripped over the footstool on the ground.
But the most important problem, Lin Sanjiu realized before he landed: all the copy did was turn off the lights once. Even if he did nothing, the authenticity of the two of them would once again become doubtful in the darkness. .
The kitchen door was directly facing the coffee table in the living room, and the sofa had been kicked away long ago. She got up from the coffee table, groped around, and found her long stick nearby. She was knocked back to the living room in the darkness. I didn't know if the two dolls were nearby, but I felt a little more at ease until I got the long stick.
When Lin Sanjiu finally walked to the kitchen sweeping the stick again, the lights came on again.
This time, none of the dolls were anywhere to be seen.
The intention of the dollhouse copy is too obvious, just to make them suspicious of each other; but this cannot be regarded as evidence that the other party is a real person.
"You really don't want to switch to another mode?"
Only then did Lin Sanjiu's thoughts turn to the dollhouse. Unexpectedly, the boy spoke. "More than half of the time has passed. Any one of you who wants to change the mode can immediately change from 'Live and die together' It's like 'life or death'?"
I see……
When you need dolls to prove your identity the most, those two dolls are as if they never existed; this should be because when people are always under the pressure of "not knowing whether their companions are alive", time is still ticking by. As time goes by, there will inevitably come a time when you can no longer hold on any longer and decide to change modes.
The copy didn't know that the person coming in this time was different.
From another perspective, this may be good news: in the "life or death" mode, the copy can only obtain one doll; but the dollhouse is still so eager for them to choose the "life or death" mode, probably because, if they choose " "Live and die together", then the possibility of getting out together smoothly is not small, right?
Lin Sanjiu opened the double doors of the kitchen while thinking about how to prove her identity.
"...Oh, is it you?"
The puppet master who was still standing behind the kitchen island seemed to be a narrow black abyss cracked in the snow-white light. He sneered and said what she had just said gloomily: "After all, the light went out just now, it is possible
It’s Lin Sanjiu’s doll that teleported back, right?”
If he hadn't known that it was impossible, Lin Sanjiu would have suspected that he had negotiated with the copy to torment her. "Stop raising your hand," she said quickly, "Do you think the doll can talk?"
In fact, the puppet master in front of her might not be real, but she thought it was better not to say anything and observe first.
"The dungeon told you that the doll can't talk?" The puppet master's eyes flashed with glitter, "You and the dungeon are friends who just graduated from the bathroom. Are you on good terms? If you didn't talk before, couldn't it be to mislead you?"
...If this were a doll, its mouth would look like the real one.
"Don't lose your temper. More than half of our time has passed." Lin Sanjiu was really worried. "You can't be careful even if you are strong in battle. Have you ever heard of a boat capsizing in the sewer?"
"More than that, I'm just looking at a gutter."
Lin Sanjiu decided not to get into trouble with him; the key to dealing with the puppet master was to pretend that he didn't hear anything he said.
"In order to prove my identity, I'll call out a card," she thought for a while and suggested: "You can also bring a prop, someone I know. Wouldn't that be enough?"
The puppet master rolled his eyelids slightly, but finally said nothing, so he acquiesced to this method.
At this time, as if he couldn't hold it back, the copy boy suddenly let out a low sound from his throat, which seemed to be squeezed out, and he quickly covered it up.
What's the meaning?
Lin Sanjiu felt hairy all over her body; the two looked at each other.
"Get something," the puppet master frowned and raised his hand.
At the same time that Lin Sanjiu's card emerged from her palm, her eyes suddenly went dark; she even only saw the puppet master's fingers touching the chain on the other hand.
"It's so shameless," Lin Sanjiu cursed in a low voice, "but you can still stay in the dark until the dungeon is over? You have to turn on the light. We wait until the light turns on before confirming, isn't it the same?"
The puppeteer snorted coldly; but the copy boy made no sound at all.
Lin Sanjiu groped his way to the wall, leaned his back against the wall again, and started sweeping the long stick around him.
After meeting the puppet master, even though she still didn't know whether he was the real owner, she felt a lot more at ease. Once her heart was at ease, her mind became more alert, and she would sweep her head from time to time to prevent the doll from climbing down from the ceiling.
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Even if a doll comes in the dark, it will still be knocked away. She just needs to be patient and wait until the light comes on to confirm the identity of the puppeteer - no matter how much the puppeteer opposite sounds like her, she is missing anyway.
Rabbits don't fly like hawks.
The lights suddenly came on.
Lin Sanjiu's eyes were a little blurred by the glare, but she still saw clearly. There was a familiar-looking soft gray cloth in the puppet master's hand. Then her heart fell back into her stomach and she flashed it at him.
In the palm of my hand, I felt that I had truly smiled for the first time since entering the Palace of Bewilderment. "It's really you."
It's true that most people can't grow that mouth, she added in her mind.
The puppet master looked cold and refused to look at her, as if the sound in the kitchen just now was just the chirping of crickets.
Lin Sanjiu wanted to talk to him again.
"Don't come close to me." The puppet master glanced at her and warned: "Don't touch me until the last moment. It's best not to speak."
The last sentence went in one ear and out the other. Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and retorted: "But we still need to walk to the living room wall together. If we light and darken a few times in the middle -" She promptly said, "Why have you been replaced?"
The sentence "What to do" was changed to: "What should I do if I am replaced?"
A trace of annoyance flashed across half of the puppet master's face.
"You are holding the stick in your hand to pretend to be disabled?" He raised his chin towards Lin Sanjiu and said, "One person can hold it on each side and walk away."
"Do you really not want to change the mode? There are only more than two minutes left." The copy boy interrupted abruptly, "When you go out hand in hand, if you pull a doll, you will both be left behind.
You are actually not sure that the person facing you is a real person now, right? As long as you change the mode, you can save your life immediately..."
As the puppeteer listened, he suddenly smiled slowly and gently.
Lin Sanjiu was already very clear about his character and habits. She didn't even have to look down to know that his fingers were probably trembling slightly due to slow varicose veins. She quickly handed the long stick over and said, "Don't be angry, let's go.
I think at this last moment, we’d better try our best to walk through the interior of the dungeon and look for those two dolls.”
As for the copy boy, it may be because they have found each other, so they are in a hurry to patch it up; it may also be because she found a doll, and she said this deliberately to make her relax her vigilance.
If she continued to think in this direction, it would just be layer upon layer; she felt that it was time to take some action.
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Lin Sanjiu's voice was like a piece of sandpaper. She would wear away his skin even if she said one word.
"It's really you" - when you are walking on the road, a sewer suddenly opens its cover and greets you in a familiar voice, "Have you eaten today?" This is the effect.
To be honest, the puppeteer was a little disappointed when he saw that there was indeed a card in her hand; was it really the real person? What if there was still a possibility that it was a doll?
"Let's wait until the light comes on to confirm, isn't it the same?" Those few sentences were too long, and what was polished was not his skin, but his nerve endings. When the light came on, he almost breathed a sigh of relief: Use items to verify
If you pass your identity, at least you don't have to listen to her open and close her mouth endlessly.
It would be okay if he just talked, but he couldn't bear the pair of amber eyes the most. Sometimes he wanted to dig out those eyes and stain them with blood so that they would never fall on him again.
The puppet master actually knew very well why he couldn't stand Lin Sanjiu.
When the two of them walked out, the lights in the dollhouse went out again. In the darkness, he gently held one end of the wooden stick and followed her quietly, walked out of the kitchen and walked into the living room.
When the lights were on, Lin Sanjiu's back was in front of him, with his arms facing back, holding a long stick; when the lights were off, no one could see him.
Their eyesight was constantly disturbed, their detection methods disappeared, and the terrain of the dungeon was very large. In addition, they did not have much time, so it was unrealistic to visit every inch of the place. The two of them tried their best to go around the living room and look at the rooms one by one.
A dining room and a previously undiscovered bedroom were also discovered; the first bedroom where the puppet master was placed could only be regarded as a secondary bedroom compared to the latter.
Everywhere was empty, as if his other self had completely melted away since he met Lin Sanjiu.
Behind the sofa in the living room was a large open space. Because the house was too big, no amount of furniture could fit in it. After the two decided to return to the entrance, Lin Sanjiu walked half a circle in the open space and continued to lead him with the long stick.
Go forward.
Since I can't see another "Lin Sanjiu" doll, I can't confirm that the one in front is definitely me.
The puppet master thought of several confirmation methods in his mind, but in the end he did not take action - it seemed that the chance that it was her was higher than the chance that it was not her. He said he would not kill her, and besides, there was Gong Daoyi.
"The dungeon will end in less than a minute," the boy in the dungeon said. "Are you so sure that the person next to you must be a real person?"
It's hard to tell from the tone what the dungeon's intentions are. The doll can be put away by the dungeon at any time. When entering the dungeon, the two of them have already met each other once, so it is not difficult to drive a wedge between them.
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However, so far, all the copies have done is to let the dolls approach them again and again... If "approaching" is only a superficial method, is it actually hiding something else?
When they stood still in front of the wall of the living room, the puppeteer turned around and looked around - the lights went dark.
Did he miss something?
Lin Sanjiu suddenly became quiet and did not ask for physical contact with him. Was it because of this that he felt something was wrong?
"Ten," in the darkness, the copy boy began to count down, neither joy nor disappointment could be heard.
"Wait, wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu, who was not far away, suddenly spoke with a trembling voice. The boy in the copy turned a deaf ear and continued to count down; in the boy's countdown, her voice seemed to contain almost despair.
Panic and choking, light and urgent.
"...I, I want to switch to the 'life or death' mode."
The puppet master suddenly understood.
I also didn’t expect that after finally resolving the story line problem, this chapter would be so long. It took two days to finish in one day, and it was not posted until after four o’clock. I guess you are all asleep, right?
*It’s no lie that the puppet master is the most popular recently. I used to get dozens of comments every day, but now I get hundreds of comments every day. When I stand outside and scan from a distance, there are basically two sounds: "woo woo woo" and "haha."
Haha." If an uninformed person saw this, they would think it was some large mental hospital (no).
*Speaking of which, after Milady posted it, I received a private message from an enthusiastic player, saying that my setting was wrong (in fact, the background setting of such a large project cannot be changed casually by the author), and they also advised me to learn more about Western society.
...I struggled for a while over which one I should defend first, and simply deleted the private message.
