Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Going up the stairs to the second floor, Luo Yiran took a look and then went straight to the deepest room - because only that room on this floor is locked.

And it's the same chain as the one on the kid's room door.

but.

Luo Yiran walked over and raised his eyebrows slightly, he suddenly thought - since the door is locked, why is the child's window still open...

No, that window probably won't open either.

Or it can only be partially opened. For an invisible child, it is easy to put an iron bar on the window to restrict him to open only a little.

Luo Yiran picked up the lock and looked at it—this kind of lock can be opened with a wire.

But after thinking about it, he let go of the chain, then tore a crack with his bare hands and walked in.

In the next second, he appeared in this room.

But the moment Luo Yiran looked up and looked around, Luo Yiran was slightly taken aback.

He matched countless enlarged photos.

The photos are different, but the same thing is that there will be a woman in each photo, a woman with facial features very similar to a magician.

From infancy to adulthood, every stage of this woman's life is documented in photographs.

However, there are too many photos placed and hung on the wall, so the warmth is suppressed, but it creates a somewhat weird feeling.

Luo Yiran stood in place, he only moved his eyes, and after a while, he raised his feet and walked to a photo.

The photo was also enlarged. It was hung in the middle of the wall directly opposite the door of the room. In the photo were two children holding hands and smiling brightly, both about five or six years old.

Both boys and girls are somewhat similar to current magicians, especially the girl, who at first glance seems to be printed out of the same mold.

This is... when the magician's parents were young?

They are still childhood sweethearts.

Luo Yiran raised his hand and touched the bottom of the photo - two names were written crookedly here.

Ji Yang, Ji Xiashui.

And it's still the same last name.

But there should be no blood relationship...

Luo suddenly paused——

No wonder the magician didn't plan to drop the surname, but just changed the name.

Luo suddenly withdrew his hand, his eyes shifted, and he looked out of the window - if the time moved to the era he was familiar with, then the end of high school should be about the same as his time.

There was movement outside the door, Ji Ming sat obediently on the bed, turned his head to look outside, but actually he couldn't see anything.

Ji Ming stroked his hair down first, and then touched his stomach - Dad is back.

Then it's "dark".

He has never seen the night because he has been blind since he was a child.

But mother had told him when she was still there that it was dark when the ears were quiet, because everything was sleeping.

Then he should go to bed too.

Ji Ming rubbed his stomach, he listened to the movement outside the door and then lay down - he's not hungry today, so he can go to bed early.

He usually has a meal in the morning before his father leaves, and another meal in the evening when his father comes back.

But today I ate a lot of delicious food.

You can go to bed when it gets dark.

Ji Ming closed his eyes - the cake that Luo Luo brought back was delicious.

The child fell into the soft quilt, and there seemed to be a bit of sweetness in his mouth. He smacked his lips, preparing to fall asleep with this sweetness, but the next moment, there was the sound of chains shaking at the door of his room.

Ji Ming sat up in confusion - Dad wants to come in?

The child raised his hand again and pulled his hair to cover his eyes, but suddenly froze.

The door was pushed open and the light poured in. The child couldn't see it. He only knew that he heard Dad's footsteps.

The sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground was a bit like the sound of him knocking on glass, which amplified in his ears a little bit.

"……dad?"

In the darkness, warm big hands pressed on his hair, Ji Ming lowered his head and heard his father's gentle voice: "Where is the hair that Dad tied for you?"

Warm hands touched Ji Ming's hair from the top of his head to the end of his hair. Ji Ming didn't move. After a while, he said cautiously and with a bit of grievance: "It hurts..."

It hurts to pull the scalp.

Ji Yang sighed, he didn't comfort him, he just accused him: "Xiao Ming is not good."

Ji Ming was a little scared, he subconsciously raised his head slightly to look in Ji Yang's direction, his eyes were half covered by the bangs on his forehead.

The hand above his head seemed to pause, and then Ji Yang bent down and hugged him: "Xiao Ming has to be good."

"Your mother was very good when she was young."

Ji Ming didn't move.

Ji Yang let go of him: "Xiao Ming made a mistake today, so Dad can't feed you today."

Ji Ming subconsciously touched his full stomach.

Ji Yang only thought he was hungry, so he smiled: "Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep."

Ji Ming didn't refute.

He lay down quickly, and his bangs slid slightly to the sides following this movement.

Ji Ming felt it, he froze, his gray eyes subconsciously glanced at Ji Yang, and the next moment, he felt a gust of wind, and then the big warm hand that had stroked his hair pressed hard on his eyes: "Dont look at me."

Ji Ming whimpered in pain, and quickly closed his eyes tightly.

Ji Yang was irritated by those eyes that looked like Xia Shui.

Those eyes are really like Xia Shui, like Xia Shui's after death, dim and gray, his figure can no longer be kept in the eyes.

……

No, it's not like Xiashui at all.

Xia Shui's eyes should be bright and full of starlight.

Ji Yang knelt down stiffly, he half-kneeled by Ji Ming's bed and fiddled with his hair: "Don't keep your eyes open, you can't see."

Ji Ming nodded very slightly, and closed his eyes tightly.

Ji Yang stayed for a while and then left, this time he did not lock it.

Ji Ming let out a cry of pain from his lips and teeth when he heard the voice disappear. He raised his hand to touch his sore spot, but a pair of small and cold hands touched his eyelids first.

Then he heard the voice of his new friend: "It hurts?"

The strike was too fast, and Luo Yiran didn't stop him.

Ji Ming put his hand back under the quilt, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

After speaking, he remembered something: "Luo Luo, haven't you left?"

Luo Yiran was sitting beside the child's pillow, his bright red eyes looked out of the door...or at the stairs outside the door.

He replied to the child: "I want to see you again."

Hearing the voice, the child carefully reached out to touch Luo Yiran, and he wanted to tell himself this new friend again, and the only one who could talk to him - be careful of Dad.

But before he could say anything, he heard a series of hurried footsteps from far to near.

Kicking from the stairs.

The child subconsciously grabbed the doll and put it under his blanket, then closed his eyes tightly.

Can't see or open eyes, Dad doesn't like it.

The child panicked while holding the puppet, he heard his father's voice——

"Xiao Ming, during the day you...ah—"

Before finishing a sentence, Ji Ming heard the sound of something rolling and falling, accompanied by Ji Yang's cry of pain.

It was much louder than his cry of pain just now.

Ji Ming subconsciously trembled, and he sat up again: "Father...?"

The quilt slipped, Luo Yiran's body moved down with the quilt actively, he covered himself well under the quilt, his ruby-like eyes looked out from the gap.

He saw Ji Yang who "accidentally" rolled down the stairs and fell to the ground.

His leg seemed to be broken, a little blood appeared on his forehead, and one arm was slightly twisted.

But Ji Yang didn't stay where he was, but crawled towards Ji Ming's room little by little.

This scene is a bit creepy, but fortunately the child can't see it.

Luo Yiran watched indifferently as Ji Yang crawled over and locked the door of Ji Ming's room, and then there was a call for an ambulance outside the door.

Luo suddenly withdrew his gaze, and the corner of his mouth pulled upwards coolly—it deserved it.

The phone was hung up quickly, and then there was a knock on the door.

Ji Ming hugged the doll and remained motionless: "...Dad?"

Ji Yang's voice was still not too intense, he suppressed the pain in his body and asked Ji Ming outside the door: "Xiao Ming, did anyone come in during the day?"

Ji Ming hugged the puppet subconsciously: "Xiao Ming didn't hear it."

There was silence outside the door for a while, and then there was a long, tinny creaking sound, like fingernails scratching.

Ji Yang's voice was calm: "Xiao Ming, don't lie to Dad, or Mom will be sad."

Ji Ming lowered his head, his dim eyes were hidden in the shadows: "Xiao Ming didn't lie to Dad."

Dad asked about people, but Luo Luo was a puppet, so he didn't lie.

There was an uninterrupted squeak from outside the door, and Ji Yang's voice gradually rose and distorted: "But someone moved my mother's photo!"

Luo Yiran laughed silently - he not only moved the photo, but also moved the stairs.

The child trembled, as if a little scared, he repeated dryly: "...Xiao Ming didn't hear it."

The sound outside the door stopped, and a new movement came after a while.

Ji Yang seems to be moving outside.

Luo Yiran was wondering if the ambulance was coming, when he heard the siren.

The next moment, the baby who was holding him on the bed suddenly became excited, he put down Luo Yi and ran to the door.

The child couldn't open the door, so he kept knocking and banging on the door. The little ball of body tried its best: "...Mom..."

Luo Yiran was startled for a moment, then he looked at the side of the bed, without any hesitation, Luo Yiran walked over and jumped off.

The sound of the puppet falling to the ground was very low, but the child heard it. He looked over with tears in his eyes and whispered, "Lolo?"

Luo Yiran closed his eyes, his expression did not fluctuate, but his voice was full of grievances: "I hurt so much."

The child ran over, thinking he hadn't put the doll away: "I'm sorry."

The child groped the ground and said again: "I'm sorry"

The milky voice was milky and crying.

Luo Yiran took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to twist the crooked leg, and then took the initiative to touch the child's fumbling hand: "I'm fine."

The child picked him up.

The ambulance left outside the door, and the child calmed down, but he was still looking around, his gray eyes dimmed, and he said, "Mom was taken away by it. I want to find my mother."

Luo Yiran thought for a while, and then understood that the child said it was an ambulance, and just as he was about to comfort him, he heard Ji Ming say again: "But I will never find it."

"Because my mother is already dead." The child was extremely sad, and his immature voice was filled with self-blame crying: "Daddy said, I killed my mother."

Luo Yiran fell silent for a moment.