[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The weather turns cold in autumn, and there are not many people on the side of the road. The whole street looks sparsely populated and lonely. Even the shops are mostly closed. Only two rows of maple trees are planted on the side of the road. They are bright red, and Ye Yin is wrapped in a windbreaker, distressed. Why didn't I wear a thick coat.

Unknowingly, a long street has been completed.

Ye Yin was irritated and thought "I knew it", when he turned around and was about to go back, he glanced at a store that was lit with orange light out of the corner of his eye, and stopped curiously.

The only shops that are still open are supermarkets and some shops that are not afraid of death. Since the disappearance case started, the streets have become much quieter.

The owner of this store is quite courageous.

May wish to go in and have a look.

Only then did he see the name of the store, a cartoon signboard with two words surrounded by a circle of small white lights——

"stray".

When the door was opened, the bell shook and made a crisp sound. Ye Yin found out that the store was not small after entering the door. The products inside were all kinds of completely handmade dolls, men and women, big and small, dressed in seasonal clothes. The clothes are neatly arranged throughout the store, and the dolls are exquisite and delicate, even the eyelashes and pupils are the same as real people, just like real people.

It's just that it looks weird with the orange and not bright lights.

The warm wind in the store is blowing, only the sound of flipping books and the uninterrupted ringing of bells echo from time to time.

There are no customers today, so the young man who runs the shop can sit comfortably behind the counter and read a book.

It was a "Bible" with yellowed pages, but it could be seen that it had been well cared for, without any wrinkles or creases.

The young man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain on his eyes, and his long black hair was tied into a ponytail with a hair tie. Because the glasses covered some of his face, he looked a little bookish. He turned his face expressionlessly. Looking at the book in his hand, his expression was just like that of the puppet - without any waves.

The crisp sound of the doorbell reminded a customer to come to the store. The young man adjusted his glasses and looked up.

"welcome."

His voice was just like his own, as light as a cloud, with a cold tone.

"Boss." Ye Yin greeted with a smile, walked around the puppets placed around, took a closer look, and then praised in admiring tone.

But the boss didn't seem to have heard the praise, he didn't show any joy, he didn't even blink his eyes, his beautiful phoenix eyes were hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses, he just nodded, and even said casually: "Captain Ye has something to say. null."

"No way." Ye Yin said distressedly: "Walk around to see if there are any clues."

"The captain did his best, so did you find any clues when you came here?" The boss gently closed the book in his hand.

"That's not true." Ye Yin leaned against the counter, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand casually knocked on the table: "Boss, it's not been peaceful recently, you are so good-looking, be careful of those murderers."

The boss didn't care about such blatant teasing, and nodded: "It's rare for the captain to be considerate of the people."

Ye Yin let out a long breath, feeling helpless at the boss's incomprehension: "Okay, I won't disturb your business anymore, if you have anything to do, contact me, huh?"

Boss: "No."

Ye Yin had no choice but to leave the store and go to the police station. He had acquainted with the boss a few times, and he always had a feeling that every time he saw the owner of the doll house, he liked him very much.

Ye Yin rubbed his chin while walking, still not sure about this feeling, he didn't see the door that was about to close behind him, the boss looked deeply at his back, showing a small smile.

Working overtime for a month until four or five o'clock in the morning the next day, sleeping only one or two hours a day, no matter how strong the body is, it will soon be unable to support it.

This time Ye Yin finally left the police station at 01:30 in the morning and returned to his home.His family lived in a small apartment building on 16th Street not far from the police station. Because the whole building had only seven floors, there was no elevator installed.

Climbing stairs is a more strenuous job than running in the current physical condition.

My mind is swollen, my eyes are black and white, my hands and feet are sore and weak, and the overtime dog is holding on to the railing and slowly going up one by one. The sixth floor, which was not far away, now seems to have an insurmountable moat.

Ye Yin held on to the railing between the fourth and fifth floors and panted for a long time. He raised his head and glanced at the upstairs with difficulty. He was about to lift up the next step, but stopped in mid-air. The next second, he lay down on the steps and fell asleep. past.

The boss who closed the door on time at two o'clock appeared in the corridor with a "Bible". Came up with an idea to see who he was.

The boss raised the man's head, saw that face, opened the door after a long while, put the book in his hand on the porch, turned back to the man and knelt down, and took the captain's book with both hands. Back shoulders and knees bent, and hugged him.

Putting him on the bed, wiped his hands and face with a wet towel, and covered him with the quilt. The boss sat on the bed and stared at him indifferently, trying to put on a warm look, and took it back after he felt disgusted.

The captain, who was used to being sloppy on weekdays, pouted his mouth and muttered in his sleep, turned over and rolled up the quilt and continued to sleep deeply, not noticing that the expressions of the people around him changed again and again.

The boss stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, a cloud of black mist entered Ye Yin's dream, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising a mischievous arc, then he disappeared and returned to normal, turned off the light, and took the "Bible" lightly to the living room Sit down on the sofa and look through.

Nine o'clock the next day.

Ye Yin sat up straight like a carp, and got up suddenly, his mind was still not clear, he only remembered that he didn't seem to go home.

Quickly touched his face, he remembered that he fell on the steps.

Fortunately, no disfigurement.

He felt the soft touch of the Simmons mattress under his body, and was stunned for a moment.What the half-opened eyes see is still very vague, what catches the eye is the light blue walls and neat decorations, nothing superfluous, a very clean room.

Although Ye Yin usually likes to tidy up, this month is too stressful, the house is just a temporary hotel, and it must be a mess without even thinking about it.

Scratching the hair that looked like a bird's nest, turning over the quilt, and seeing that the clothes were well-dressed, he crossed out the thought of being robbed.

It seems that it was picked up by kind people and lived there for one night.

"Woke up?"

A faint voice came from outside, Ye Yin raised his head and saw the boss leaning against the door frame with folded arms.

"Boss!" Surprise immediately blew away all drowsiness, Ye Yin woke up instantly, and jumped out of bed, "You actually live here."

The boss ignored his childish appearance, turned around and walked towards the living room: "There is breakfast here, do you want to go back or eat here?"

Ye Yin's eyes lit up, and he nodded hurriedly: "Boss..."

"Just call me Jiang Wuyuan."