doll city

Chapter 93 The actor's self-cultivation

"Sleep, sleep,

my dear baby,

Mom loves you, mom loves you..."

The soothing sound of the piano sounded in the night sky, and all those enveloped by its range began to feel sleepy involuntarily.

Those who escaped gradually slowed down their pace, closed their eyes involuntarily, stretched out their hands like sleepwalking, and staggered towards the museum.

"No...no..."

Yan Ge also felt an irresistible drowsiness, swayed for two steps, and was supported by someone on the back before standing still.

After Yan Ge pressed his forehead to calm down for two seconds, his eyes regained his clarity. He watched the hundreds of people who had already run out behind him sleepwalking towards the museum, and realized that all this was related to the sound of the piano in the museum. Ear said: "Can't you pinch this broken song?"

Guan Mai, this is what Li Ya does most often.

But this time Li Ya shook his head.

"I can't shut down 'her' voice, but...I can counter her voice."

Li Ya took off his sunglasses and hung them on the pocket of his jacket, fiddled with his hands in the void, and assumed a posture of playing the violin.

"Want to hear something exciting?"

Before Yan Ge could react, he closed his eyes, and with a movement of the invisible bow, a brisk impromptu performance perfectly caught the notes of "Lullaby".

If the piano sound in the museum is the solo of the underground church, Li Ya’s violin is like walking on the clouds, sometimes lingering like a lover’s whisper, and sometimes like a falcon breaking through the dark clouds.

A huge net was woven between the notes, temporarily suppressing the sound of the piano in the museum.

"What... what's going on here?" The people behind woke up and asked in a daze.

"Get out of here! Why don't you do anything, make trouble No. 1!"

After Xiao Yi recovered, she immediately started to drive these people away, and after the others fled belatedly, she turned her head and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Yan Ge stood five meters away and looked at Li Ya. After a while, he shook his head: "We have to wait until he finishes playing."

Once the confrontation begins, Li Ya has no way out, even if he misses a single note, he will be completely captured by the Red King of Death, thus offering all his blood to her.

"Then what should we do now?"

Yan Ge stared at it for a long time, then suddenly turned his head to Xiao Yi and said, "Is there any way for you to draw me as another... person?"

Xiao Yi had an ominous premonition: "What are you going to do?"

"Before this song ends, I want to go to the museum." Yan Ge said.

"what?"

……

There is a Swan Castle on the top floor of the museum, which houses the most precious collection of the entire museum.

The rose spiral staircase on the third floor winds up, and you can see a mother-of-pearl-colored, Baroque-style door. Behind the door is a corridor of stained glass. Walking through it, you can occasionally see a fairy holding grapes on the glass smiling at people.

Unlike those dangerous red-eyed puppets, the atmosphere here is much more peaceful, and it doesn't seem at all that it is one of the sources of death and fear in this city, the lair of the Red Death King.

It was at this time that Yan Ge entered the museum.

He passed a floor-to-ceiling glass mirror and glanced at it. He turned the umbrella that was used as a crutch in his hand, and tidied up the non-existent top hat on his head. What appeared in the mirror was the figure of a delicate doll.

"Painted skin", this is Xiao Yi's new understanding, about one of the painter's abilities, which can change a person's appearance into another look.

But the appearance and the soul are often not unified, and only Yan Ge, the servant, can achieve the point of "the appearance is the same".

This is the most dangerous thing Yan Ge has done since he came here. Everything ahead is unknown, and the only thing he can trust is his own acting skills.

Most of the live puppets in the museum were frozen in place, as if immersed in the beautiful symphony of a lullaby, and the few red eyes slowly backed away after seeing Yan Ge.

When Yan Ge came to the gate of "Swan Castle" along the direction of the sound of the piano, everything went unbelievably smoothly.

One step forward might lead to death, but he believed in Li Ya.

Yan Ge took a deep breath in his heart, and gently opened the door.

The sound of the piano suddenly amplified, and Yan Ge looked up. It was not as scary as he imagined. It could even be said...very beautiful.

This is a small circular library, books, easels, flower arrangements, just what a perfect princess should learn.

And the perfect princess, with her back to him, was sitting in front of a white grand piano, her fingers made of ceramics nimbly swept the black and white keys, her long blond hair was hanging down her waist, and the moonlight outside was like Embellished her with a sacred halo.

"Alice, may I borrow your book?"

With an ethereal voice, Yan Ge uttered the pre-conceived lines.

In this city, there is only one "person" who can call the princess that way, and that is Luca, another protagonist of this bloody wedding.

Princess Alice in front of the piano did not answer him, and seemed to be immersed in the ensemble with the sound of the violin outside the window.

Yan Ge bowed slightly, made a salute, and then walked towards the bookshelf on one side naturally.

As a treasure area, the bookshelves and desks in Swan Castle are of course also antiques. On this oak desk, under the gold-plated candlestick, there are several jewelry collections and English versions of ancient love stories. Yan Ge picked up one of them. "Romeo and Juliet".

As one of the compulsory courses for performing arts majors, Yan Ge is of course very familiar with this famous play. Thinking of the previous "Twelve Actors Play", Princess Alice probably performed "Juliet" in it. tragic heroine.

Then, Luca should play "Romeo".

Yan Ge was about to put the book down when he saw a diary with a mahogany case under the book. After opening the title page, it read "For Elise (To Alice)".

[March 3, rain.When Luka woke me up, he told me: Sorry, Alice, there are only two of us...]

Yan Ge only read one line and closed the diary.

——The doll can write a diary!She has feelings and thoughts!

The previous dolls can only make people feel the existence of "instinct" or "obsession", but the situation of Princess Alice is completely different. If she can write a diary, it means that she has "character".

This diary was what he wanted, and it must contain some kind of key information!

The sound of the piano continued, Yan Ge closed his eyes, casually folded the diary under "Romeo and Juliet" and tucked it under his arm, made a hat-off ceremony to Alice, and then leaned on his umbrella and was about to leave At that moment, he felt a glimpse of sight.

The mental strength of the second level was almost at the peak, and quickly locked the source of sight - the easel covered with a white cloth by the door.

There is something in the easel.

If he just went out like this, Yan Ge felt that once he turned his back to it, the things in the easel might suddenly attack from behind, so he walked towards the easel step by step according to the pace of Luca he observed.

Just as he reached out and lifted a corner of the white cloth, a soft, delicate voice like a fresh flower sounded from behind.

"Luca."

A pair of cold little hands hugged him gently from behind.

He could feel a small face pressed against the butterfly bone, and the natural coldness of the ceramic seeped into the skin through the fabric.

"Luka." Alice whispered, "Mom doesn't like light."

The sound of the piano was still going on, Yan Ge glimpsed out of the corner of his eye that there was no player in front of the grand piano, the keys of the piano were moving by themselves, and the golden lion head decoration on the foot of the piano was opening red eyes.

He had forgotten that the Red Death King could animate anything she wanted with eyes.

Yan Ge only lifted a corner of the oil painting and then stopped, but with such a corner, he could already tell that this oil painting was "Red Eclipse".

It's just that at this moment, Yan Ge has no room to think about other things. His only thought is - even if he dies, he must continue acting.

"You have deep feelings for her." Thinking about his impression of Luca so far, Yan Geluo weaved words. "You miss her very much."

These words seemed to please Princess Alice. She bypassed Yan Ge, sat in front of the easel, hugged the oil painting in a vague embrace, and gently rubbed her porcelain-white forehead against the easel.

"Mother……"

"My mother always envied me, saying that I have eternal beauty and that I am the most beautiful princess in the world."

"She said that red suits me best, and found many treasures for me, such as rare silk and pigeon blood red gemstones, but she didn't think they were red enough."

"She wanted to find a red wedding dress that was worthy of me for my wedding, and she set off to a far, far away place."

"Luca, if I can have a big wedding like that, will Mommy come back?"

Yan Ge looked at her long light golden hair, and for a moment blurred the identity of her ceramic doll.

"I……"

Just as Yan Ge was about to answer, suddenly, a bird's shadow swept across the window and landed on the window sill.

Yan Ge didn't dare to move, and only caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window reflected in the makeup mirror on one side - it was a crow with red eyes, quietly parked outside the window, with blood-red eyes staring at him motionlessly.

With a thump in his heart, Yan Ge knew very well that it was the crow that Luca sent letters every week.

"... Luca?" Princess Alice asked again after not hearing an answer for a long time, "Do you think my wedding is not good?"

The clothes on Yan Ge's back were soaked in cold sweat. He watched the crow open its sharp beak and seemed to be about to scream when a piercing violin sound suddenly interrupted the quiet night created by "Lullaby".

The tune suddenly changed from soft to hasty, even a little hideous, and the sound grew louder and louder, exceeding the limit that the eardrums could bear, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows where the crow was sitting also burst into cracks, and the next moment, it was still singing alone just now The piano slid out like crazy and smashed the glass window.

The pieces of glass splashed in all directions, scratching Yan Ge's arm. The moment the blood oozed out, a terrifying mental wave came from the easel.

Blood!

The white cloth covering the easel was instantly stained red by a large amount of blood, but Yan Ge, who had already sensed something was wrong, had already retreated to the window.

He stepped back, and finally took off his hat towards Princess Alice: "It's good to change to other colors once in a while, mylord."

After finishing speaking, he fell backwards from the Schwann Castle, and the sound of the violin outside the museum also stopped abruptly.

……

"I asked you to listen to something exciting. I didn't expect you to be so exciting."

Li Ya didn't expect Yan Ge to jump down from the seven-story building. When he realized it, someone had already flashed over to catch him.

Yan Geli jumped off his arm, and there was still a little excitement in his whole body: "I stole the princess' diary."

Li Ya was dragged by him while running while dodging the bronze arrow from the bronze cupid flying behind him.

"It's not a gentleman."

Yan Ge didn't care about Li Ya's poverty, and ran all the way in the direction where Xiao Yi greeted them to get in the car, but the bronze statue in the Roman fountain behind him was chasing after them. When he came up to prepare for a fierce battle, Yan Ge suddenly heard a sound like a yellow bell coming from behind him.

Looking back again, the princess's retinue and all the bronze statues stopped in the air for a moment.

"Ok?"

Yan Ge didn't stop, and took the opportunity to get into the car. Xiao Yi stepped on the accelerator and left Fuhua Plaza in a fast car.

"What happened just now? Did you hear the 'bang'?"

"No."

Even Li Ya didn't hear it, could it be an illusion?

Yan Ge looked at the gradually shrinking Fuhua Plaza through the rear window, and when he glanced over a certain corner, his eyes froze slightly.

Amidst the ferocious tide of living puppets that look like demons, stands a porcelain statue of the Great Saint covered in gold lacquer and majestic.