doll city

Do you remember your first toy as a child?

What does it look like, is it animal or human?When was the last time you saw it?Or, you never cared?

Human love is like the quicksand on the seashore, no matter how deep the vows are engraved, they will be easily annihilated in the ebb and flow of the tide.

Sincere and brutal.

Luka had listened to them too much, too much.

They are in the window, in people's hands, in the corner of the cabinet... in the garbage dump, abandoned and forgotten before being damaged, they are waiting to be loved again, but no one has ever heard back.

—I am the same as them, and I am also forgotten.

——she won't remember my name anymore, because I'm no longer perfect, I'm dilapidated, even worse than the bones in the graveyard.

"...I must admit, you made me feel humbled for a moment."

Luca walked through the flower gate of white roses, stepped on the ceramic blue bricks, and came to "her".

Then "her" face was shattered, and the sharp mirror fragments collapsed into a cloud of crystal dust. On the opposite side of the mirror, Yan Ge sat by the pool and looked at him quietly.

He didn't prepare anything of a role-playing nature, and just waited for Luka with his face up and down.

"If this is what you play, you've already been beaten by the audience."

This is a dialogue between the slave and the slave. Behind the mask of the performance is a face swallowing sorrow and joy.

"You have already foreseen that I may deal with you like I dealt with Alice—for example, playing the real 'princess' you most want to see." Yan Ge said.

Before coming here, Luka already knew what he would see, even so he would come, because Yan Ge knew what "she" really looked like, and this was the biggest reason.

Yan Ge has a "her" story.

Luca longed to hear the voice in his heart. In this long, almost century-long wait, the heart in front of him was the only light.

"You think I will play her, but I don't... I have imagined many kinds of scripts, but in the end I found that I am not her after all, and there is no need to play her."

His tone was so calm that Luca could hear the ominous rustling of the gears in his body.

"reason?"

Yan Ge stood up: "Because I am already part of the story, I just need to play myself."

click.

Luca has read many scripts, love and hate, life and death, he is the greatest warrior, he uses a city to weave his stage, and presents a grand performance for his princess... But he has never read such a script .

This script is called reality.

"My name is Yan Ge, and my grandmother's surname is 'Gu'. As you may have heard, her blood runs through my body."

no no……

That is something that porcelain puppets will never have, and it is the iron rule that the human world will never accept him.

Luka unconsciously covered his ears, but he still couldn't resist Yan Ge's voice blowing into his mind like the cold night wind.

"I am her descendant, you should understand what this means."

"My grandmother, my most respected relative, was once the legitimate daughter of the Gu family of Ciling. A long time ago, for the sake of the family and Ciling's business routes, she married overseas..."

"For decades, she got married and started a business overseas. It was not until her grandfather passed away that she returned here with her children."

"She lived like thousands of ordinary people, she... was never a 'princess'."

Yan Ge took a step closer to Luca, who then backed away.

"I grew up beside her, but Luka... I never heard your name from her once."

Not once.

Luca heard the long-unseen slit open under the eye.

Yan Ge asked softly——

"Maybe you can push back in time and go back decades, but so what?"

"Is it her that you envy, or her young face?"

"Did you really exist in her life?"

In Yan Ge's memory, Gu Yueyuan never mentioned the past when she was young, even her grandfather's name was learned from his aunt.

Also as a slave, Luca knew what he said was true.

"...Have I...existed?"

Luca dragged the gears of time retrograde in the sandy sea of ​​time, never caring about her face, whether she was in the prime of life or old.

He only cared about her heart...whether there was a shadow of him, a broken porcelain puppet.

Even if it is a day, an hour, a second.

"Give up, Luka, stop being persistent." Yan Ge looked up at the foggy sky, "The war separated you, and now you are destroying this city."

"But... I want to see her."

At this moment, Luka's voice sounded like a real human being, and his blue and red eyes were filled with the will to fight against fate.

"I want to see her."

Yan Ge asked: "Even if time goes backwards, you will eventually return to the porcelain kiln and become a handful of mud again?"

Luka lowered his hands and pointed to Yan Ge's heart: "I want her to know that at least I have shed tears for her."

What responded to him was the screaming screams of crows all over the sky. They gathered into the night devil's wings, covered the night sky above his head, swooped down like a rain of arrows, and pecked at Yange.

Yan Ge sighed softly, and in the next moment, there was a sound of "crash" as the mirror shattered from where he was.

All the lights in the arena were on, and in the blazing light, Luka heard Yan Ge's voice behind him.

"I respect your choice, but the crack in your soul is already in my eyes."

As soon as Yan Ge's voice fell, the sharp lancet was in his hand, and it stabbed Luca's shadow on the ground with precision.

The clear sound of cracking ceramics was a signal, and all the surrounding corridors, flower beds, and white roses burned, and the tongue of fire licked the curled petals, burning into a sea of ​​ashes dancing wildly.

"Yange, step back!"

Without being reminded by his companions from a distance, Yan Ge had already seen the sharp tip of the lancet begin to rust and twist, and the hand holding the knife began to show signs of aging. Before the erosion of time arrived, The crow screamed and turned around again.

Yan Ge grabbed it from the side, and the tiles under his feet suddenly turned back into a blank sheet of paper. He turned the blank sheet over again, revealing a window.

"Can you tell the difference between a painting and a real thing?"

The window on the paper suddenly opened wide, and outside the window was a tsunami and tornado. In the violent wind and torrential rain, a large number of crows crashed into the window and were swept away.

Luca pressed his heart, raised his head little by little, and then a red spot of light fell on the center of his brow.

The moment the gun rang, Luca's entire head was hit by the bullet and he fell back.

That's not from Diana, but from Yange's gun.

A slave has learned to impersonate everyone around him, even using their powers.

"Yan Ge, have we succeeded?!" Xiao Yi's voice sounded in the distance.

Outside the burning wall of fire, Yan Ge stared at Luka with a gun in his hand: "Don't come over!"

"you're right."

In just a blink of an eye, the fire scene in front of Yan Ge's eyes was replaced by a ceramic palm.

The scene where Luka was shot just now was as if it had never happened. The crow stopped on his arm, and the black feathers fell down like withered leaves.

"It's not just me, my friends never let go of their guns."

As Yan Ge said, he had expected that Luka would chase after him, and dense red spots fell on Luka at this time.

The sound of the sniper rifle sounded wildly for a moment.

When Yan Ge felt the bullets coming from his ears, shoulders, and neck, and was about to smash the porcelain doll in front of him into pieces, the air suddenly became quiet.

Rather, at that moment, those bullets seemed to enter the frozen time, and then fell rudely to the ground.

In the smell of sweat mixed with gunpowder smoke, Yan Ge heard Luka in front of him raise his hand again, and tapped his heart lightly.

"You screwed up, now, let me hear your heart." The bullet marks between Luka's eyebrows disappeared within 5 seconds of his reversal.

And the next moment, the situation was completely reversed - Yan Ge felt his heart beat abnormally.

My internal organs can clearly feel that the heart organ quickly grew a pair of claws and bone wings, and the sharp beak pierced through the lung lobes and ribs, gushing out of the heart.

The crow lost its life, and a new life was born in Yan Ge's heart.

In addition to reversing time, King Ling can also bestow life—life in any material, including every organ in your body.

"Luka—" Blood stained his chest, but Yan Ge didn't fall down. He grabbed the crow pierced through his heart and pulled it out. He immediately retreated ten meters away and ran towards the other side of the arena.

With one free hand, he took out another piece of white paper from his pocket, folded a heart deftly with one hand, and stuffed it back into his chest cavity.

The temporary heart supported the body to beat.

Bang, bang, three more gunshots, but this time it was crooked outrageously, all the way to the front of Yange, looking like Diana was hitting like she was venting.

—It is impossible to defeat him, unless...

Yan Ge stopped, looked down at the package he put there, then raised his head again, and heard the sound of a violin in the distance.

The crow in his hand was struggling, and Luca's shadow came to his side and stared at him as if alive.

"It's over," Luca said.

"It's over." Yan Ge wiped the side of his face with his bloody hand, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, pulling out a self-deprecating smile, "...Sometimes people have to abandon their kindness and use despicable behavior Achieve some endings, which may be the reason why the clown can never become a hero."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a snow-white wedding dress studded with pearls.

"Luca, do you remember it?"

Luka's strange eyes widened, but Yan Ge didn't seem to wait for his answer, hugging the wedding dress, and jumped into the flames.

The sound of the violin tore through the night sky at some point, and the sound of the violin reminded Luca of his love funeral.

The snow-white wedding dress was the last thing in his memory.

Time sighed in his ears, and he had already walked into the sea of ​​fire, embracing the snow-white wedding dress.

"You're still here, you—"

The time was reversed, at just the right time, while he was embracing the wedding dress, he appeared at the point where the sniper gun fell.

The first shot was empty in flames.

The second shot knocked off his top hat.

The third shot hit his heart.

Fragments as fine as diamond dust passed through the atrium that was the same as the wedding dress, and he heard the sound of the heart's birth and shattering at this moment.

The chains of time are broken.

Yan Ge was lying in the middle of the fire, and he saw the crows screaming sadly and rushing into the sea of ​​fire. Their black wings were burned by the flames, and the color in the depths of the tomb faded, revealing a pure white color.

In fact, it was never the crow at the funeral, but the dove at the wedding.

In the dark night overhead, the misty mist evaporated like dewdrops meeting the sun. In the faint dawn, Yan Ge's pupils reflected the faint lights of thousands of families in the sky.

Home has never disappeared, it exists on the other side of the sky like a reflection.

King Ling's scepter was torn apart by them, not because he lost his fangs, but because he loved her.

"Ha...haha..." Yan Ge tightly covered his mouth, crying and laughing.

He really wanted to tell Luca that he was lying.

He really wanted to tell Luca that he was a consummate liar.

The jester killed the god and the whole city sang to him.

"The third servant visits at midnight,

Dancing dresses and heavy makeup amidst the bells.

He speaks cruelly with the truth,

Dressed up to come and leave in tatters. "

During the singing, the shadows in the sky gradually became clear, and they fell extremely slowly towards where they were. Everyone in the city could see the busy traffic and pedestrians in the city.

Amid the screams of everyone in the city, the spaces are about to overlap.

"Yange! Leave now! Let's go to the edge of the city!!!"

Yan Ge got up from the ground in embarrassment. Before leaving, he heard Luka singing in a low voice.

He stopped and looked at Luka, watching the scene end.

"...sunken stories dance with fire,

The old stage has long since come to an end.

Bard traveler, please wait..."

Luca reluctantly left his eyes from the wedding dress. He looked at Yan Ge and gently sang the last line of the finale.

"...tell the princess Luca still loves her."

Yan Ge didn't hear anything, because at this moment, the ground in front of his eyes cracked.

The abyss-like howl disappeared into the mouth of the giant snake that suddenly drilled out of the ground along with the disintegrating earth, Luka and his song.