What kind of soul shock is a "doll" experiencing? Of course, others don't know -

The old man was still coaxing his weird grandson.

He walked slowly to the cabinet, and the face without facial features came over. Looking at such things up close, anyone was a little creepy, but he was used to it when he smelled it.

Many cage owners have this kind of appearance that is neither human nor ghost, just like most people’s memories, they have no appearance. In addition, this is his knot and his worries. When people are tied to these things, they often forget who they are and what they are.

"Grandpa has seen it for you." The old man walked back to the bed, patted the little boy's head, his voice was old and light, and his speech was extremely slow, "No one, don't be afraid, ah."

The little boy was afraid or not, but Xia Qiao's skirt on the bed trembled again.

"Let's go downstairs with grandpa," said the old man.

The little boy's black eyes were still turning and staring at Wen Shi, and it took a long time to nod.

"What do you want to play? Tell me to my grandfather."

"Puppet." said the little boy, "Grandpa taught me how to be a puppet, okay?"

He spoke strangely, without a tone or tone, and no ups and downs, whether it was a question or a shout, like a straight and stiff line.

To be described, it is "empty".

The old man taught him: "This is wrong, and the tone must be raised in the end, okay?"

The little boy stared at him quietly, almost exactly replicating: "Is that okay?"

Old man: "That's right."

The little boy began to repeat: "Is it okay to be a puppet?"

"OK?"

"OK?"

Like a weird coquettish act.

If he was a timid, he would shed tears.

The old man seemed reluctant to teach him this, but he still compromised in the repetition of such a stack of sounds, sighed and said, "Okay, let's go be puppets."

The little boy was very happy, but his expression was a beat late, and it took a few seconds to slowly open his mouth.

He obediently held the old man's man, took two steps and suddenly turned around, maintained a grin, and dragged Xia Qiao away from the bed together.

When I heard it: "..."

As soon as the room door was closed, it started to move when I smelled it.

He wanted to try to take two steps, but he didn't control it well. He fell directly from the cabinet and almost broke into a fork.

"I……"

Wen Shi lay on the ground and endured the swear words.

The doll's body is covered with cotton wool, so it doesn't hurt or itchy when it falls like this. Only decorative items such as buttons hit the wooden floor, making a "stern" sound.

Fortunately, the sound was not loud, so the pair of ghostly grandfather and grandson didn't hear it.

Went it, he was a tall man, and he had never suffered from short legs. In addition, the doll's body was too soft and it was difficult to make a lot of effort. He tried for a long time before he turned over and sat up.

As an adult with a very narrow range of interests, of course he has no research or interest in this kind of doll. But in his impression, when this thing sat, it was straight and straight with its short legs, like a v.

...

He is now in such a stupid sitting position.

The only thing to be gratified is that... he is not wearing a skirt.

Touching the world.

But the pink overalls are still mentally retarded.

Wen Shi looked down and looked at him, feeling disgusted and didn't want to take a second look.

He rested for a while with his back against the foot of the bed, looked up at the cabinet he had just been away, and was suddenly surprised because there were too many dolls.

The cabinets occupy most of the walls, with four rows of up and down, all of which are dolls.

There are Western styles like him and Xia Qiao, and some Chinese styles, but all the Chinese styles have no eyes.

After watching this, Wen Shi felt a little forgiven and asked.

He is still very reasonable.

As for puppet technique, the best-made doll is only one spiritual difference from a human being, and it is the easiest thing to attach to. It is understandable that it is a half-baked level like Xie Wen, which is something that leads to a doll.

In fact, photos are easy, but there are no photos in this room. Maybe the old man has not had the habit of placing them out and has put them away.

This is quite similar to Wen Shi. His photos have been spanning for too many years, and their appearance remains unchanged at all. It has no other use to put them on them except scare people.

Wen Shi sat and rested for a while, moved his hands and feet a little longer, slowly adapting to the feeling of cotton wool... and then started looking for someone.

He shouted at the doll full of the cabinets: "Thank you?"

To be honest, this kind of behavior of talking to a doll is really mentally retarded.

He endured it and shouted softly, "Thank you?"

The room was silent, and there was still no response.

"Where are people?"

"Don't pretend to be dead."

“…”

He was patient when he heard this. He was about to raise his tone and scream again. The clattering footsteps reached the door again, accompanied by the instructions of the old man downstairs.

The old man said, "Take another roll of cotton thread."

The little boy's voice was right outside the door: "Oh."

Wen Shi looked around and there was no other place to hide, so he hurriedly slid under the bed.

Under normal circumstances, a child of seven or eight years old can't do anything no matter how scary it is, but it's not necessarily true in the cage.

To put it bluntly, the cage is the deepest regret in a person's heart, such as resentment, hatred, jealousy, desire, fear, etc.... Anyone's intrusion is an offense to the cage owner, even if it is the judge.

So it is dangerous for the intruder to be in the cage. Anything that is alarmed will be aggressive.

It’s like the fake “Xia Qiao” I met before, which is a threat to the intruder, representing the subconscious repulsion of the cage owner.

Before you figure out the situation, you don’t want to cause trouble when you smell it.

The bed in this house is old-fashioned, with four legs very tall, and a dark velvet cover hanging from all sides, covering the bottom of the bed tightly like a curtain.

Wen Shi sat inside, trying to wait for the boy to get the cotton thread before going out.

However, the whole room was silent, and there was no sound of slippers.

I waited for a while when I heard it, and suddenly I felt something was wrong.

He turned his head on the floor and saw the little boy's big empty eyes. He didn't know when he got under the bed, but he squatted behind him, staring at Wen Shi without blinking, and said, "I saw you."

“…”

I haven't worked for 25 years, Wen Shi sighed in his heart, turned around and was about to turn it out from under the bed.

He was very agile, but his fucking hands were shorter and his legs were shorter. He was still under the bed after somersault! Seeing the boy reaching out his hand, he quickly reached the foot of the bed and used that force to slide himself under the cabinet.

It's short enough here that the little boy can't get in.

He saw the boy lying on the floor, his white fingers stretching in through the gap, grabbing and catching each other, and getting more and more anxious.

The little boy's nails were not long, but he scratched the floor and made a creaking sound. The wood chips splashed everywhere, some embedded in the flesh. He didn't know the pain, and he still climbed on the floor and tried to catch the doll when he tried to catch the smell.

Until there was a sudden rumbling downstairs, I didn't know what was going on.

The old man called out, and the little boy stopped suddenly.

Everything just seemed to have never happened. He stood up from the cabinet, went to the door to put on slippers, ran in again, started rummaging through the drawers and searched for cotton thread, and then called "Grandpa" and hurried downstairs.

When I smelled it, I was forgotten under the cabinet.

He waited for a while and then slid out from under the cabinet.

The little boy walked in a hurry and forgot to close the door of the room. Wen Shi took the opportunity to leave the room and looked down from the railing.

The layout of the house is very traditional. There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle of the downstairs, with puppets' arms and legs in bulk, drills for drilling holes, and scattered cotton thread.

Xia Qiao's doll was lying at the table. I guess the grandfather and grandson were making puppets here just now, but now the people are gone.

When I heard this, I walked down a few more steps and found that they were sweeping glass slag in the corner, as if something had broken.

It took the grandfather and grandson a long time to finish the processing and sat back to the Eight Immortals table.

The old man grabbed the puppet's body, pointed to the position in his back heart and said to the little boy: "The first thread must be penetrated from here, and no other place can do it."

"Why?" asked the little boy.

The old man twisted the thread and said, "Didn't you tell me that there were some very powerful people in the past, and the puppets they made were very smart and exactly the same as people."

The little boy looked like a normal child at this time and asked, "Is it really the same? Are those in my room counting?"
To be continued...