"Yes, I picked him up when he was lying on the roadside and have been raising him until now. He has grown so big in a flash, and I don't know what breed he is."
The old man stroked Xiaobai's head and showed off his masterpiece to outsiders with an unstoppable smile.
"Hey, I found you two. Don't you want to see the house?"
The waiter at the door walked into the room and looked at the two of them. The waiter doll walked in quickly and grabbed Lu Zeyu's collar.
"Grandpa, I will take them downstairs first."
"Okay, Xiao Li, you are busy first. You can take them away first."
He waved his hand and kept rubbing Xiaobai's head.
Watching the stairs to the sixth floor disappear before his eyes, the doll turned back and looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
"How on earth did you two get here."
"I...I followed you up."
Black-haired Zhao Yuanlong whispered, his eyes occasionally glancing at the puppet that was about to explode at this moment.
"So you did all this for this old man? Xiaobai?"
Lu Zeyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the puppet on the verge of explosion.
"You deserve to call me Xiaobai. I have a name. My mother gave me the name Screenwriter. Yes, I do this for my grandpa. I have been polluted by this world."
"Polluted by this world? What do you mean, you will be polluted too?"
Lu Zeyu couldn't help but ask. From now on, he has never heard that evil gods can be contaminated by the outside world.
"Yes, things unique to this world will gradually pollute me, such as feelings. The moment I enter this world, I will be polluted. If I want to survive, I can only accept the pollution of this world and become a creature of this world."
"So this is why you've been living in a doll?"
The doll lowered its head, unable to see its expression clearly.
"Yes, I played these dolls to integrate with the world and to make grandpa happy. Even when he died, no one came to see him."
"Then you will let these innocent people die?"
Lu Zeyu couldn't help but asked loudly.
"I didn't. They deserved to die. Murderers and swindlers. What's more, they died because they were too greedy."
The puppet couldn't help but retort, looking closely into Lu Zeyu's eyes.
"I don't want to discuss right and wrong with you, but you have to remember that I am not a human being. It doesn't matter to me if they die."
The puppet turned around and walked downstairs, Lu Zeyu asked.
"You want to resurrect him?"
"What are you talking about? I brought everyone here because I have the ability to resurrect. Look at these dolls."
The puppets all waved their hands to Lu Zeyu, and the black-haired Zhao Yuanlong also waved his hands uncontrollably.
"Why...why don't I listen to you anymore?"
"But these are you, aren't they?"
Lu Zeyu walked up to the puppet and spoke word by word.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
The puppet looked at Lu Zeyu, gritted his teeth and said:
"Don't be afraid, because it's not yet time."
"Hahaha, Mr. Lu, thank you for your understanding. I hope you can continue to survive in the next game."
After that, the doll disappeared, and the position of the stairs was blocked by a wall.
The originally bustling corridor now became deserted, and the dark corridor swallowed up everyone who appeared here.
"Sister, are you contaminated too?"
The Siamese cat on the shoulder slapped Lu Zeyu's face, and a cat scratch mark was imprinted on Lu Zeyu's face.
"What are you thinking about? My real body is not here. What pollution are you talking about with me?"
"But you have human feelings!"
"Having emotions doesn't mean it's contaminated."
The black-haired Zhao Yuanlong covered his mouth and stepped back.
"Brother Yu, who are you talking to?"
Before Zhao Yuanlong could say he had finished eating, a rapid bell rang in the corridor, and various dolls were wandering in the corridor holding weapons.
"In order to cultivate your crisis awareness, we have decided to play a game with you. Now we are going to play a question and answer game. If the result is not satisfactory, everyone will be counted."
The puppet with a shameless expression opened and closed its mouth mechanically, telling everyone in the apartment about this terrifying game.
"First question, Mr. Lu Zeyu, are you still a real person at this moment?"
Hearing this question, Lu Zeyu hesitated. When the puppet holding the weapon got closer and closer, the snow-white tip of the knife hovered in front of Lu Zeyu's eyes.
"It doesn't count."
A low voice flowed out from Lu Zeyu's teeth, and the two words echoed in the corridor, and everyone heard them clearly.
"Then the next question is, Mr. Zhao Yuanlong, how many people have you killed so far?"
Zhao Yuanlong, who was lying at He Feng's feet, looked at He Feng with some trepidation.
"No, I have never killed...ah!"
A snow-white sharp knife pierced Zhao Yuanlong's hand, spilling bright red on the floor.
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"I'll give you another chance. Please answer truthfully. How many people have you killed?"
"One...one...ah!"
A kitchen knife struck Zhao Yuanlong hard on the leg.
"Last chance, please think carefully before answering."
Zhao Yuanlong's face began to become distorted, and as time passed, the next machete was about to fall.
"Three! Three! Don't kill me."
Upon hearing this answer, he immediately took back the bone chopping knife that fell on Zhao Yuanlong.
"Due to your deception, you need to answer two questions again."
"Ah! Please let me go?"
Zhao Yuanlong's face became distorted, and the pain made him scream in agony.
He Feng stepped on his face and crushed him hard.
"You beast!"
The puppet's voice continued, and Zhao Yuanlong's spirit was already blurred.
"Where did you hide those bodies?"
"Back Mountain! Back Mountain! Please, let me go!"
Zhao Yuanlong kept begging, wondering when he, who was usually domineering, had ever suffered like this.
"Excuse me, what exactly did you see then?"
The mechanical sound of the puppet came out, Zhao Yuanlong's consciousness was blurred, and his eyes were blurred as he replied:
"I've been there three times, and two people committed suicide. The first two times were nothing, but the last time I saw the back of a man in a coat who was very familiar..."
The voice echoed in the corridor. After hearing these words, his heart trembled violently. He dragged the shovel with a bullet hole and continued to wander in the corridor, looking for Zhao Yuanlong's location.
"Thank you for your answer. Please pay attention to your safety now."
"Mr. Zhai Jianmu, may I ask where you got your money?"
Zhai Jianmu walked in the corridor dragging a shovel with a steady voice.
"At that time, a man came out of the bank. He wanted to grab some money, but Zhao Yuan stabbed him to death. Later, when he arrived at the hotel, there was a man who wanted money."
After a pause, Zhai Jianmu continued:
"It's really life-and-death."
