doll city

Chapter 109 "I love you."

The moment Luka said his princess's name, Yan Ge's consciousness exploded.

He seemed to wake up suddenly from a tomb in the deep sea, and all the faint clues were connected into a complete circle at this moment.

"Full moon...Gu Yueyuan..."

When Yan Ge regained his consciousness, he, as a porcelain puppet, had just been thrown into a corner of the warehouse.

This is still the Gu Mansion in the period of the Republic of China, that...his grandmother's, former home.

Outside the door are old master Gu's angry words——

"——My face is completely lost! I made a mistake at the banquet. This porcelain doll must be an ominous thing. The Gu family does not keep any defective porcelain! Not even a single piece of porcelain is allowed to be kept, break it and throw it out!!!"

"Master, think about Miss, she likes this actor porcelain puppet the most, why bother on the big day... why not deal with it when the moon is full and she gets married smoothly."

"She must get married immediately! Get the marriage done as soon as possible!"

The old man Gu's voice faded away with the sound of his crutches hitting the ground heavily. In the dark warehouse, eleven actors were left silently watching the broken compatriots in the dark.

Luca, or Yange, can't feel their spirituality yet...they haven't really been loved yet.

Including Alice.

After countless times, Yan Ge looked at her. At this time, she was still an incomparably beautiful and dead thing, and had not yet met her destined mother.

Luca already had consciousness, and he was the first to wake up.

He can't move, but he can hear, see... even feel joy and pain.

From being the center of attention to being worthless, it's just one step away from catching your lover.

Yan Ge and Luca were abandoned in the corner, and soon, the servants carried him away and threw him on the waste porcelain cart, leaving the home of him and the princess.

He was thrown into the abandoned kiln, among the failures as high as the mountain.

Wind, sand, smog, torrential rain, lightning and thunder... Luca felt his body weathering a little bit, and felt the crow resting on his face, pecking away the lake-green eyes that had been deeply infatuated by his princess.

Weeds sprouted and grew in the cracks in his face, making him monstrously ugly.

The worms penetrated into his lungs, the rats gnawed at his bones, but he couldn't move a step.

He watched the sky rotate in blue, white, gold and black, and saw the giant black steel eagle streak across the sky of Ciling like a god of death, and the rain of fire poured down on the place he wanted to go back without warning.

The war reduced Ciling to ruins.

The former kiln factory became a mass grave, and the corpses with bullet holes were brought here like cargo. The flames ignited a black mist with grease, and the ragged pedestrians and cries flowed into the distance.

"I, like you, end up with remains in the graveyard."

"But... why am I still unwilling? What am I still obsessed with?"

"Why hasn't the flame consumed my pain?"

It's been too long, so long that the mountain of corpses as far as the eye can see is buried by loess, so long that the vines are desolate, so long that people come here with hoes on their backs, and open the gap between bones and ceramics, hoping to find a piece of fertile soil that can support the young and old At that moment, the hoe collided with a piece of broken porcelain with a "ding" sound.

That's the sound that only the best ceramics can make.

"...Is this a person?"

"My God, such a big porcelain figurine is still so complete."

"Head of the house, sell it on the black market in Antique Street. It can be exchanged for a lot of food stamps."

Later, Luka took Yange's eyes, took the dark and narrow train cargo box, and moved from one city to another. Many new owners carefully cleaned the dust of the years on his body, but it seemed that it was because of him The ominous fate, each owner, has never been retained for a long time.

Until, a chicken-skinned and gray-haired old man saw him in an antique market in a big city.

Luca couldn't recognize his face, but Luca remembered his opera tone - he once sang a play at the princess's wedding, and was a famous actor in Ciling at that time.

"I think you want to go home."

The old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he took him back to Ciling.

But Luka no longer recognizes Ci Ling.

The giant steel whale is moored at the port, colorful lights are shuttling through the city, and there are unfamiliar high-rise concrete buildings everywhere. The Shili Porcelain Street of the past is no longer seen, and the weather of all countries is gone.

Of course, there is no princess for him either.

The old man passed away peacefully one night in early autumn, and Luca heard that time had taken him away—he witnessed death again.

The old man's family took him to the basement, and he returned to the darkness.

For Luca, death is the norm, but he is different from other dead things. He has thoughts, pain, and wishes.

"So time, why don't you take me away?"

There was no answer in the depths of the darkness, and Luca felt that this question might last until the next hundred years... He heard the sound of familiar music.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair..."

Someone dug up an old gramophone in the basement, the music was rough and full of scratches from the years.

But its new owner seemed to like it very much, and continued the melody for it with the violin. in the chest cavity.

——Luka, Luca, today I learned a new song from my teacher, shall I sing it to you?

click.

The gears in the body are knocking softly.

"Are you...are..."

Click click.

The rust in the chest cavity is disintegrating.

"Remember...metoone who lives there."

Click click click click...

"Sheonce was a true love of mine."

The dusty white cloth fell, and in the astonished sight of the young violinist, the porcelain puppet that had been dusty for nearly a century opened its eyes.

"...I know, why I haven't died yet."

"It is you who gave me life, and I love this life as I love you."

"I have loved you since I was a humble handful of dust and a raging fire in a porcelain kiln."

"Even if I'm crushed, the wind will bring the proof that I love you."

……

On Tuesday evening, the streets of the city were blurred by fire.

After a day and night of spreading, thirteen quotas that can grant any wish spread to all camps, and all teams scoured the city like hyenas, trying their best with all kinds of their own skills, and finally at nightfall , captured the first head.

"Don't blame me when you come back next time."

After Monday, the museum in Fuhua Square returned to what it was like last week, but there was no more Alice's piano in it, and it was as empty as a dead city.

The bronze statue in the fountain pool seemed to have also been ordered by King Ling, and its red eyes looked coldly at the visiting human beings who carried the heads of their own clansmen.

"It's strange, didn't Xianggu say that there are checkpoints all around the museum, why can't anyone see it..."

Going around a sidewalk without a manhole cover, as he got closer to the museum, the man ignored the abnormalities around him.

As the lucky second-level powerhouse who was the first to get the head of a thief, the man walked fast, using teleportation if he could, avoiding all the routes that might be intercepted, and taking advantage of the night with the fastest speed Stepped into the museum.

At this time, the museum no longer had the oppressive feeling that people had to kneel down before, and it looked so harmless that it could even host a spring outing for elementary school students.

"Looks like I'm the first one." The man smiled, and walked quickly through the black and white floor tiles in the museum hall, following the only source of spiritual radiation in the entire museum.

Finally, he came to a gate.

Through a door, he heard a small, metallic whine, like a group of steel bars wrestling with each other.

"You..." The man coughed for a while, bowed and saluted, "You are the King of Musicians? I have brought the thief's head as requested."

The Panhua gate opened a gap, and the gap continued to expand, revealing the faint light inside and a long figure.

When the man raised his eyes to look at the back figure, all the nerve endings in his whole body resonated at the same time, making him lose his mind for a while.

For a moment, he seemed to feel that even his own blood flow had some kind of musical rhythm.

He has never seen the so-called "Actor King" that people spread word of mouth, but this figure must be inhuman.

The man held up the head in his hands: "I have brought the thief's head as requested, and I hope to get my reward - to have an immortal body like yours and the most powerful strength."

His calculations are full, he will be the first to get the most powerful, and then he will guard near the museum, and the people who come will kill one by one, until the end of the week, even if he is not the most powerful, he can still ensure himself Life is safe.

Under the expectant gaze of the man, the back of "Prince King" moved.

A tooth-piercing strange sound came from his body, and a steel bar slowly slipped out of his wrist and flesh.

One, two, three... Metal strips mixed with blood foam, upon closer inspection, looked like the hands of a clock, piercing his skin and falling all over the ground.

The man was frightened and dumbfounded. Seeing that figure raised his neck, moved his body, and let out a long sigh of relief, when he wanted to speak, he found that his whole face fell off when he opened his mouth.

Then fingers, arms, shoulders, scalp... His whole body was cut into pieces by invisible strings.

"I'm sorry that I'm the substitute today, and I can only fulfill half of your wish—death and death."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh back"" the man yelled, and ran all the way out to escape from here.

After playing with people, Li Ya looked at the head that was thrown on the ground, and his heart didn't fluctuate.Turning around, he caught a glimpse of himself in the floor-to-ceiling glass window from the corner of his eye.

As the person who awakened Luka in the first place, every time he came into contact with Luka, he would involuntarily exchange more power from him, and at the same time, his degree of living puppets would further deepen.

Here, those who have their lives in their hands will subconsciously plant the seeds of massacre of their own race, get further and further away from the civilized world, obey their own tool attributes, and finally assimilate with living puppets.

Li Ya knew that he was terminally ill a long time ago, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before he became an empty shell that only knew how to play crazily.

"But, before that..."

He wants to send Yan Ge home, which is in line with a gentleman... no, a musician's demeanor.

"Why do I suddenly feel very annoyed, what is Yan Ge doing?"

Li Ya talked to himself for a while, hummed a Celtic-style tune, picked up his violin, and walked out of the museum.

Instinctively going east to find Yan Ge, he took a step, and the ground under his feet suddenly shook.

Far away, the man was yelling and running for his life, but as soon as he fled into a small road, his voice disappeared.

"Hmm..." Li Ya stared at the place where he disappeared, and followed, following the dim light of the street lamp, he saw a long human-shaped bloodstain.

Obviously it belonged to the man just now, he was bitten by something, he couldn't struggle, and then he was dragged into...

Li Ya followed the bloodstains and saw a sewer mouth without a manhole cover that was about to crack the concrete floor.

Strange thing, there should be nothing in this city that can escape his ears, but he didn't even recognize what was holding that man away.

Looking at the dark sewer mouth, Li Ya looked at the cracks on the ground, following the rapid wriggling of the thing under the ground, it continued to the direction where he intuited that Yan Ge was.

"Tsk."

He carried the violin on his back and jumped down the dark sewer.