Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

"I want a pearl milk tea, full of sugar."

The boy clasped his fingers on the counter and made a slight sound. The girl in the milk tea shop who was drowsy in the summer afternoon shivered suddenly, subconsciously straightened her body and replied mechanically with professionalism: "Okay."

The young man in front of him froze for a moment, then bent his eyes and showed a soft smile.

The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform. His skin was fair, his eyes were bright, and his facial features were as delicate as those painted, but there was no sharpness at all, and they were extremely soft.

At first glance, he is the kind of good student who is very obedient and willing to help others.

Finally seeing the face of the person in front of her and getting a sweet smile, the milk tea shop girl's face was hot, she quickly lowered her head: "Do you want to add ice?"

Now in summer, ice is basically added.

The girl was reaching out to get ice cubes, but she heard the boy seriously say, "It needs to be hot."

Holding some hot milk tea, the boy walked slowly down the sidewalk. It was the hottest time of summer, and the sun would sting if it stayed on the skin for a long time, but the boy walked in the sun as if he didn't feel it. Down.

After walking for a while, the cell phone in the teenager's pocket rang. He threw the finished milk tea cup into the trash can, then took out the cell phone to answer: "Hello."

"Of course~"

The boy hung up the phone abruptly.

After a while, the phone rang again, and the boy picked it up again.

"Brother Ran..." The voice on the other end was pitiful.

"Yeah." The boy responded happily, "What's wrong?"

"Are you coming back tonight?" Xia Hong's voice was excited: "Come back and bring me some roasted cold noodles at the school gate, okay?"

Luo Yiran kicked the small stone next to his feet: "I only took the afternoon off, so I have to go back to the dormitory at night. Is it better to bake cold noodles or not have coriander too spicy?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Xia Lang said happily.

Luo Yiran saw something out of the corner of his eye, and then he said to Xia Lang, "If it's nothing, I'll hang up first."

Before Xia Lang could say goodbye, Luo Yiran hung up the phone, looked at the dessert shop not far away, and trotted over.

Love and sweets, you can't live up to it; it's too wasteful to ask for half a day off and not eat all the surrounding areas.

The weather was hot, and the transparent sliding door at the entrance of the dessert shop was covered. As soon as Luo Ran walked to the door, the door opened automatically, and then a welcome sound sounded.

The sweet smell came out, Luo Yiran couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, raised one foot and stepped in.

Then the next second, he disappeared completely.

The clerk in the dessert shop looked up at the open door suspiciously, and then said to the colleagues around him, "What about the students?"

The colleague looked up: "What student? No one came, the door is broken."

The clerk paused for a moment, and the doubts on her face suddenly faded away. She looked at the re-closed store door and nodded: "Then wait for the store manager to wake up later, and I'll tell him."

"Yeah." The colleague lowered his hat, then grinned: "You must remember to tell him."

The clerk froze for a while, then she bent down to take down a post-it note, and muttered in a low voice: "Let's write it down, or you won't be able to forget it when the time comes... The store manager too, the traffic flow in this area It’s not too low, and it’s good to hire more shop assistants, I’m often too busy by myself..."

The colleague no longer listened to her words, but just scratched his neck, and squeezed his shirt collar with his fingers, revealing a string of black codes on his neck - 2657.

"It's itchy! It's so annoying!" The colleague complained loudly, then walked impatiently through the cash register and the sliding door, and walked into the sunlight: "I have to catch another one, it's so annoying!"

The dessert shop clerk didn't notice, she was concentrating on pasting the post-it notes in a conspicuous place. As far as she could remember, she was the only clerk in this small dessert shop.

***

In just an instant, the scene in front of Luo Yiran changed completely.

He blinked blankly, looking at the huge full moon that seemed so close in front of him—Where is this?

Before he had time to turn his head and look around, a clear male voice suddenly sounded: "Welcome new players! Now, the game can start with only one player left."

Luo Yiran turned his head, his clear eyes looked straight at the "person" who spoke.

The man sat on a tree branch with his legs crossed. He wore a brown suit, pale skin, dark green shoulder-length hair, and fresh and green leaves growing from the end of his hair. He looked at Luo Yiran and smiled: "Hello, I am the supervisor of the novice field, you can call me Mr. Gardener."

Luo Yiran was quiet for a while, and then he asked seriously: "Is it my illusion? You seem to be very big."

Mr. Gardener raised his eyebrows slightly: "Children really can't choose what to say."

Luo Yiran: "...?"

Mr. Gardener pointed to Luo Yiran with his pale and slender hands: "Look down at yourself."

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and this premonition came true after Luo Yiran lowered his head and saw himself.

Although he was still wearing the same blue and white school uniform, the hands outside the cuffs were not human hands.

Each joint is connected by spherical parts, the surface is smooth and delicate, but it does not have the texture of human skin.

"..."

Dolls.

A subconscious thought flashed through Luo Yiran's mind.

Mr. Gardener: "Why aren't you surprised?"

As soon as Luo put down his hands, he has now become a small puppet, so it is natural to know that it is not Mr. Gardener who is getting bigger, but that he has become smaller.

"I'm very surprised." Luo Yiran answered him.

Mr. Gardener doesn't like people like Luo Yiran, who are so calm that they seem to have experienced many battles in this game; he likes pure newcomers, the kind of people who will scream in fear when they see him.

But it was obvious that Luo Yiran was not the kind of person Mr. Gardener liked, so he lost interest: "Welcome to the people of the world."

"This is a fairy tale mountain range. You are the child of Mother Rabbit. It's late at night. Please hurry home later before the moon rises above your head."

Mr. Gardener finished speaking dryly, then got up and was about to leave.

"Wait." Luo Yiran called to stop him.

Mr. Gardener stopped.

Luo Yiran smiled politely after shouting at the person, but because of the doll's overly delicate facial features, the smile seemed a little weird: "What if you don't come home?"

He didn't think about whether all this was a dream, and didn't make a fuss to resist; he even thought about obeying the sudden rules.

Weird, very strange.

Mr. Gardener was on guard.

Luo Yiran didn't hear the answer, so he asked again in a good tone.

Mr. Gardener grinned, and a long bloody gash suddenly split at the corner of his mouth: "The forest at night is very dangerous, especially for weak and pitiful little rabbits."

Luo Yiran just frowned, not being frightened by Mr. Gardener's sudden change, he nodded: "Got it."

Mr. Gardener closed his upturned mouth, and he curled his mouth: "It's boring. Let's go."

"One more question." Luo Yiran spoke again, still in a very good tone.

Mr. Gardener became impatient: "Before your question comes out, I have to tell you that what NPCs in our game may not be telling the truth."

Luo Yiran blinked his ruby-like eyes: "It's okay, I just want to ask, are all the players dolls?"

Mr. Gardener smiled: "No."

Luo Yiran's smile faded: "Isn't that unfair to me?"

Mr. Gardener lowered his face: "Games are equal to all beings."

"But my body is only the size of a palm, so it's inconvenient to do anything."

Mr. Gardener paused, then suddenly approached him, the green leaves at the end of his hair touched the hem of the doll's clothes: "You are testing me."

Luo refused to admit it: "It's just doubts because I feel unfair."

Mr. Gardener sneered, then backed away: "Using a puppet to do things is no different from ordinary people."

After speaking, he was afraid that Luo Yiran would ask again, so he just disappeared and left.

"..." Tell me where the puppet is!How to use it!

Luo Yiran stood up speechlessly—then the next second, a broken scream came from not far away: "Where is this?!"

At the same time, a strange voice sounded in Luo Yiran's mind like countless people murmured together: 【Welcome new players to World People. 】

[Here, we will always love rules, blood, screams, despair, destruction, revenge. 】

【And your death. 】

The voice stopped, and then Mr. Gardener's voice came out again. He was obviously invisible, but his voice appeared in my ears calmly: "The greetings for the first meeting are over, so our game should officially begin."

"Dear little bunnies, let's run, mother rabbit has prepared six sets of tableware, waiting for you to go home~"

Luo, who was as big as a slap, was still trapped on a tall tree Yiran: "..."

Just when Luo Yiran was worried, a hoarse voice sounded from below: "Jump down."

Luo Yiran lowered his head, he saw a black shadow under the tree who didn't know when, because the moonlight was too bright, Luo Yiran could see that person clearly.

He was wearing a black suit with almost no wrinkles, and a black magic hat on his head. The skin that should have been exposed was all wrapped in bandages, and the entire facial features were invisible.

Only the long gray hair hangs down smoothly.

The magician looked up as if looking at him.

Luo Yiran didn't jump: "Puppet?"

"Yes." The magician's voice was cold but with a smile, he called Luo Yiran by himself: "Jump down, young master, time is running out."

"Even if you can follow me at this height, I will be torn apart." Luo Yiran said with a serious expression, "And since you are my puppet and my belonging, shouldn't you call me master?"

The magician's voice became even colder: "Don't worry, young master, I can put you back together, so don't worry."

Luo Yiran still didn't move: "I don't think you will catch me."

The magician laughed a little: "I didn't catch you, you caught yourself."

At that moment, Luo suddenly understood. He looked down at the ball joint of his index finger, and there was a wonderful sense of traction connecting it to the puppet below. With a thought, the magician below raised his hands high.

"Understood, you are just a talking shell."

The magician didn't answer.

"But you have your own consciousness, and you still hate me because I can manipulate your body?" Luo Yiran smiled, and he sat down again, with a slight arc on his mouth: "Come on, climb up the tree and pick me up Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Erlang raised his legs, raised his chin slightly, looked at the magician from the corner of his eye, with an extremely haughty look on his face.