A wasteland full of doll limbs.
Only the outline of the rusty doll with white hair hanging on the ground could be seen in the darkness.
I don’t know where the laughter comes from…
All this made Sean's heartstrings tighten.
However, Sean found that he was somewhat different from before.
When experiencing this kind of fear that makes the heart tremble, not only the divine roots are glowing slightly, but the divine feathers of the "City of Two Suns" also emit a faint light.
"The divine feather, which symbolizes fear, weakened the fear I experienced..."
The trembling feeling was still there, but what filled Sean's heart was concentration.
The weird laughter finally disappeared.
In order to clarify the situation, Sean turned the lighter in the direction of the standing doll and walked over...
Fear is that thing—the deepest fear you feel when you can’t see clearly.
But as you get closer to it, the fear lessens.
However, when it comes to the rusty doll, this may just be Sean's perception.
If someone else had been in this situation, they would have been so frightened that their legs would weaken, and they would not be able to get close.
Olivia quietly held the flame behind her, and Sean began to observe the puppet in front of him through the light of the lighter.
The strangest thing is that this doll doesn’t have short hair just past her cheeks like Olivia – her white hair has grown to the ground.
In addition, the nails on her hands are very long, hanging down below her knees, and the ends are twisted in a spiral shape...
"This is so strange..." The firelight illuminated the face that was exactly the same as Olivia, but without eyes. Sean murmured, "Dalphinci never seemed to have designed this...useless and cumbersome face. s things."
Long hair that makes you stumble when walking, and long nails that make it difficult for your hands to grasp things.
"So, there is only one possibility..." There was a chill in Sean's eyes, "The hair and nails on this doll are constantly growing..."
For Olivia, fear is an emotion that has been weakened to the point of being almost insensitive - however, this strange situation still makes her start to worry about Sean's safety.
So she took a few steps closer to Sean and said, "How is this possible?
"Her body, like mine, is made of alchemical metal...
“How is it possible for hair and nails to grow?”
Sean turned his head and shrugged helplessly: "But, it just happened."
In order to observe the doll in detail, which stood like a boundary monument in the darkness, Sean turned half a circle around her.
If you don’t look carefully, you won’t find it…
"This doll is different from the stumps on the ground..." Sean looked at the "land" beneath his feet.
The residual limbs that make up the land are very rough, just metal embryos. They have not been carved with complicated patterns, nor have they been covered with skin made of special materials...
But the doll in front of me seemed to be a finished product.
"Is it a finished product..." Sean frowned, walked behind the doll, lifted a lock of white hair, and looked at it intently.
In the firelight, Olivia saw Sean's brows suddenly open and his eyes widen.
"What's wrong, Sean?" His voice was unusually nervous.
Sean blinked, looked at the doll's skin, and murmured:
"When the breeze rings the wind chimes, the golden rose will bloom. Under the ticking moon, the candle holder will eventually wake up..."
Sean raised his head and looked at Olivia with confusion in his eyes: "Olivia...
"This doll is a finished product."
—
Thinking fell into a fog.
Sean bit the thumbnail of his right hand and frowned at the abandoned doll with disheveled hair in front of him.
"How could Dal Finch carve that sentence on a discarded object?"
The beauty of the font and the fineness of the strokes cannot be completed in a short time.
Such a signature can only be engraved after the doll is completed.
"what does that mean?"
Sean thought hard.
He had already come to a conclusion, but this conclusion was so ridiculous that he couldn't believe it.
So he chose to continue thinking.
But all the thinking arrows seemed to be shot into the vast darkness above this place - no news.
This had to make Sean look back at that ridiculous assumption:
"This doll is Olivia."
Just thinking about it makes Sean's scalp tingle.
This doll with disheveled hair, rust all over his body, and weirdly long nails...
Is it Olivia?
He turned around and asked the loyal girl holding the candle:
"Olivia, if I said that this doll is you, would you believe it?"
Olivia took a few steps closer and stared at the rusty doll...
It's like looking into a mirror that has traveled through thousands of years.
“Why does the reader say this?”
Sean took a breath and expressed his suspicion.
And this conjecture provides an absurd assumption about the reality where Sean is now.
"Olivia," Sean said, looking at the puzzled alchemist girl, "Dal Finch, as your grandfather, will definitely only create a 'granddaughter'."
Just like his paintings, whether it is "Smiling Mona" or "Joshua's Last Supper", there is only one...
"If another you appears here...
"Then there's only one possibility.
"We are in another time and space."
"Another time and space?" Turning to Sean, Olivia asked, "Is Maze Island another time and space?"
"Just a guess."
"So..." Staring at the rusty face, Olivia asked, "Olivia in another time and space didn't wait for Sean?"
Sean shook his head slightly: He didn’t know either.
The atmosphere became solemn, and he waved his hand: "As I said, this is just a conjecture.
"The hair and nails of the doll in front of me will grow...what else is impossible?"
With that said, Sean continued to observe, hoping to find other clues.
Click.
The sound on the doll made Sean jump a step away and raise his gun.
The mouth of the doll, which had been standing for an unknown amount of time, suddenly opened.
The two stared at each other rather nervously.
Deep in the open mouth was a black tentacle, sweeping left and right.
After a moment, a black furry thing hung down, its red eyes glanced cringingly in the firelight, and carefully climbed onto the doll's shoulders...
A mouse.
Sean breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought of something, frowned and returned to the doll, raised his fingers and clasped the doll's chest.
Empty.
Hollow sound.
"The inside of this doll is empty." Turning to Olivia, he said, "This is just a shell..."
Empty shell, the same inscription, white hair and nails growing on their own...
All the conflicting clues made Sean's head feel dizzy. He took two steps back, turned to the darkness, and thought with all his strength in the divine root space.
"Sean!"
"What's wrong!"
The New Testament reporter's thoughts were interrupted. He turned around suddenly and found...
The head of the empty doll began to shake slightly as if it was twitching.
He and Olivia took two steps back at the same time, both of them on full alert.
Then, as if it had been freed from a frozen curse, the whole body of the rusty and dusty doll began to move sluggishly...
There was a grinding sound in the joints.
Hahahaha……
The laughter seemed to be right next to me.
"Careful!" Olivia shouted.
The long white hair in front of her eyes fluttered back like a flag blown by the strong wind.
The discarded doll swung its long curled nails towards Sean, creating a shocking spark on the bronze umbrella.
"How can she move?!"
Sean yelled in the darkness: "How could she move!!?"
Hee hee hee……
