doll city

"The third floor... Yi Ziang, oh here."

The Pagoda of White Bone has only three floors, so it is not difficult to find. Xiao Yi quickly found a blue urn in a corner.

A crying face appeared on the notebook in his arms, followed by a line of miserable small characters.

[Thank you sister!My sister is a good person!It's much better than my brother's sand sculpture with Martian genes in his head, I won't dare to mess around again after I recover...]

"Speaking of which, how did you die?"

The notebook answered: Boys always like to play with fire, so they accidentally cremated themselves.

Xiao Yi was speechless for a while: "Aren't you in pain?"

Yi Ziang replied a little shyly: My second-level own skills are useless, but I can 'expand the concept' and adjust the degree of pain. In fact, I don't feel much.

—Aren’t you a minor?It turns out that you are of the second order!

Xiao Yi was shocked, and said: "What do you mean by this concept expansion?"

Yi Ziang: Uh... How do you explain it? This is proficiency. Take my brother as an example. His own skill is called "Performer". It sounds like a busker, not threatening, right?

"...Ah, indeed, those who play music are quite harmless, unless they are playing punk rock and can beat people with a guitar." As a painter in the same art circle, Xiao Yi certainly felt that she was quite harmless.

Yi Ziang: Although his initial skill is called "performer", as he grows up, this skill can be related to music, emotional communication, psychological guidance, and even the concept of "sound". You should experience After that, he can turn off your hearing as he likes, and he can also hear any sound he wants to hear within a certain range. This is "concept expansion".

A page was full, and the handbook automatically turned a page, and then showed: the difficulty of "concept expansion" and the scope of expansion have a certain relationship with the name of its own skills. In theory, the larger the scope, the greater the concept. The more exaggerated the ability to expand, but at the same time, the risk of "lost" will also occur.Therefore, in order to be on the safe side, it is still safer to use the specialized occupation in the specific reality.

"Oh..." Xiao Yi nodded half-understanding, hugged the urn and said, "Hey, do you feel that it's getting hotter?"

The handwriting on the ledger stopped, and then wrote in bold red handwriting:

It's the "hero"'s space folded into reality, run away!Go to the clearing! !

Xiao Yi's body reacted before her brain, and she ran downstairs. At this time, the temperature around her suddenly rose to the level of boiling water.

This wooden tower is on fire!

When Xiao Yi rushed to the first floor, she was surprised to see three wounded M82 teammates lying on the first floor. She hurriedly dragged one of them to the ground outside, and when she looked back to find the rest, she looked It was as if He Ming and another M82 team member had been kicked out by someone, and fell directly on the open space outside.

"Are you all right?" Xiao Yi hurriedly asked, "Where's Yan Ge? Are you not together?"

"He..." Compared to other people, He Ming was not hurt very deeply, but thinking of the sense of despair that he couldn't deal with the paper man, he was also a little scared, "I didn't see him, it was Mr. Li who found us."

Xiao Yi looked towards the burning wooden pagoda. In the flames, a door-sized space was shattered like a mirror. Li Ya walked out from inside, exuding a dark aura.

"No matter which dimension you are in, gentlemen are generally perverted, and he did it on purpose."

Li Ya said something puzzling, and without waiting for anyone to ask questions, he walked to the open space on the right, stared at a certain position in the void, and listened for a while, as if he was talking with a ghost, and looked at it with some sarcasm. Void said:

"Do you think folding space can block me?"

"Your level of concept expansion is too bad, let me teach you."

"——what do you mean, as long as the voice is there, it is your Lord's Kingdom of God."

……

It was a pair of sinking blood red eyes.

It is bloody but not evil, as if it has the purest justice in the world.

Yan Ge saw a group of tombs. Some of them were great men with a long history, and some were unknown. They supported the entire history of mankind with their backbones. On the battlefield, in natural disasters, and in life, they are the brightest side of the entire civilization.

"Have you ever thought about what you were born into this world for?"

Lyon's voice reaches the soul like the hymn in the church choir - people instinctively resist malice, but few people resist integrity.

"Our heart is like a seed. At the beginning, we thrived and grew into a towering tree... Gradually, wind, frost, rain and snow eroded us, and the viciousness of the environment hollowed out the tree's heart little by little. This establishes order, establishes a universal morality, and we try to fill the heart again."

"But most people are still empty. They have done their best just to maintain their small shelters, and they can't bear a bigger storm."

"They are like the grass in the Garden of Eden. God only appreciates the beauty of the flowers, and only praises the abundance of the fruit, but God doesn't care how the grass is broken... They even die quietly, just like a Silent mute."

There are many, many dumb girls in the world. They shuttle around the trash cans in the early morning, wander under the abandoned bridge holes, cry at the kitchen sink in the hotel, or wander around the corner of the school.

The bustling city can't see them, and the media's cameras ignore them.

Too much.

Yan Ge lowered his head, letting his words pour into his mind.

This is not a kind of "persuasion", but directly instilling a kind of thought face-to-face, and even, he gradually felt his body temperature go away a little bit, and his five senses gradually became numb.

"Are you afraid of death? There is no need to be ashamed. Fear of death is just a human instinct."

"And we, just want to transcend it..."

Hands with white gloves cupped Yan Ge's face, making his confused eyes look at him.

"Come on, give it a try, face up to your own goodness and integrity, this is not so difficult, you will become a hero, become...me."

Yan Ge's lips moved, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly regained their focus, his eyes turned from indifference to tenderness, his shoulders and neck softened, and in an instant, he looked a bit like a woman.

"Lee, how long have you been waiting for me?" He asked softly.

Lee, Diana told them, Leon's lover once called him.

It is their most important backup in the hunting ground this time.

"..."

Leon's eyes froze for a moment, then Yan Ge quietly pulled him away.

At this moment, Yan Ge's heart was firmer than ever.

He found that answer.

He doesn't need to fight against Leon, he only needs to use his own skills to deceive and fool the other party successfully, and he can reach that state - the second movement.

For this reason, he has to play the role that can bite back into Lyon's heart.

It happened that Wu Yun and Leon's dead lover were very similar from life experience to death.

Yan Ge took two steps back, patted his right ear, as if he was trying to pour out some of the thoughts Leon had instilled, and continued: "Is it the code of conduct for a qualified gentleman to make a lady wait too long?"

His eyes, which were sewn with thin threads, slowly closed, and Leon lowered his head slightly: "...Sorry, it's been too long."

Yan Ge sighed inwardly.

In this city, those powerful puppets with stories have a characteristic that cannot be concealed-they have an unswerving love for a certain human being.

Leon, he's not human.

He has died as a human being and is now just a talking, living puppet with faith.

Like all living puppets who would anesthetize themselves, Leon closed his eyes, tightly using his perception to outline the image of his lover.

"The last time I saw you, I never felt death so close to me."

Yan Ge closed his eyes, and then asked, "How have you been all these years?"

"I tried to fill myself up, but I couldn't fill myself up... so I chose to do something worthwhile."

"Become a 'hero'?"

Leon hummed lightly, he rarely used modal particles so seriously, which made him look more human.

"I have traveled to many places. We agreed on the journey together in those years, and I have traveled many times since then."

"In just a few short years, the small country you once said you wanted to go to has fallen into war. The murals and castles we agreed to see have disappeared."

"There are many scenes that we never imagined when we were in love. I saw the children in the ruins, the desperate mother. I understand that what is terrible is not death, but an unhappy end... I don't know what to do to make it all come back to you and me A picture in a dream."

"After I got here, I realized that being a 'hero' is possible."

As he spoke, Leon closed his eyes, walked over slowly, and stretched out his hand to Yan Ge, as if wanting to touch his cheek.

"Over the years, I've always thought, if I had made up my mind earlier, would the ending have been different?"

Yan Ge is like a clown walking on the tip of a knife. He can feel that Leon's spiritual world is unfolding, inclusive, and confessing to him...and like a virus program, he puts on a gentle coat and invades without hindrance. his world.

It was the most dangerous performance, the most delicate operation, and he had to keep an eye on Leon's emotions... and he was almost done with his metamorphosis.

"Maybe not. I hope you have a better life than regret."

"Su Ke." Leon called "her" by name, with a gentle smile on his face, "You underestimated love, the opposite of love can destroy a person, and it can also change a person. I was not destroyed, It's changed."

"Rely on the form of 'sacrifice'?" Yan Ge guided the words to his essence bit by bit, "People who are influenced by you, don't they deserve to be protected? If all kind people are killed because they rashly become heroes Going to sacrifice, who will be left of those who are protected?"

Leon was silent for a moment, and Yan Ge felt his shaking. At the same time, his own spiritual world continued to expand and change qualitatively because of this little conquest.

The hesitation lasted only a few seconds, and Leon paused word by word: "Sacrifice should not be feared, it is a value of self-realization, and it is also an honor."

In the spiritual seesaw, a breath that symbolized sacrifice and was actually death spread, almost instantly extinguishing Yan Ge's spiritual world that was about to take shape.

"I love you, but you can't convince me, because I firmly believe that I'm on the right path."

Yan Ge covered his ears, and amidst the buzzing, he opened his mouth and asked a question——

"Then why are you afraid of my death?"

"..."

"It's you who are wrong. Save others and be the hero of others if you don't care about yourself. Cherish life and be your own hero."

After Yan Ge denied his thoughts, Leon's aura suddenly disappeared for a moment, and then, the thin sutures on his eyes broke, and he opened his red, blood-like eyes, and saw Yan Ge's face clearly .

"You...are denying the meaning of my existence."

At this moment, Yan Ge's brain seemed to have undergone a huge reconstruction. They abandoned the physiological shape of the sulcus and gyrus, smashed them all, and then reassembled at an incredible speed into a huge, semi-circular theater. The spiritual basement that he has been accustomed to for many years has become the backstage of the theater, where characters are stored in different categories.

Most of these "characters" have blurred faces and extremely stiff faces, and among them are the existences with spiritual radiation and strong temperament, such as "clown joker" and "paper bride Wu Yun"...and, a man wearing a white coat, glasses, and a face An elegant man who is five points similar to Yan Ge.

It turns out that if I imitate my father too much, can it be directly stored in the character library?

Yan Ge felt his new ability with some novelty, but in the process of feeling it, his brain hurts intermittently, making his expression slightly distorted. After waking up from the pain, he found that his eyes were dark and Leon's face was approaching in sight.

Leon fell into a state of confusion again, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yan Ge.

"Suke...is she in your heart? Is she...here?"

"You've got the wrong person." Yan Ge took a step back and put his hands on his shoulders, "It's the first time we meet, I'm—'Servant'."

The second movement, Sergeant.

A look of pain appeared on Leon's face, and he involuntarily took one step closer to Yan Ge.

"Suke...let me see you again, okay?"

He stretched out his hand, and this time, it was accompanied by mental radiation as strong as a mountain.

Going to go!

Although the chance of winning is not high, Yan Ge already knew the risk. He immediately pulled the safety lock and took out his desire dance shoes. Just as he was about to face off against the target, a sound like glass breaking suddenly interrupted him. Leon's hand.

It was "broken" in the direct sense, his hand was severed from the wrist as if by some kind of sharp string, and fell to the ground with white gloves on...but there was no blood in the cut.

"Hey, even though it's already a piece of dead meat, if you touch him again—I can only bring a box of ashes to Diana to return to my errand."

A protracted, slightly displeased, rambling sound came from a short distance along with the sound of glass shattering, and at the same time came a sharp, saw-like sound of a violin.

The way Li Ya appeared was very strange. He tore open the space and stood directly between Leon and Yan Ge, and immediately turned his head to look at Yan Ge who had already pulled out his gun and high heels to prepare for the middle goal.

Afterwards, Li Ya bent his eyes and said.

"Hey, would you like to try singing the second movement? The protagonist is me."

Yan Ge raised his eyebrows. The next moment, he suddenly found that his voice was uncontrollable. As soon as he opened his mouth, he sang the rumored "Second Movement".

"The second musician came from the North,

Searching for water in the sea of ​​sand and picking up waste in dreams.

The mistress' bowels shatter the doors and windows,

The madman's jokes no one recalls..."

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The author has something to say:

Ge Ge is good, handsome and considerate, can cook and take care of children.

If you marry him, you can cosplay the entire world of paper men husbands and wives...

……

The second movement has its own skill "Servant".

You can store "roles" with different abilities, and take them out to switch to roles when appropriate.

For example, in the role of the clown joker, Yan Ge can maintain a weird sense of balance, and because he is already crazy, the suppression of mental radiation is almost ineffective.

Another example is the paper bride Wu Yun, who can origami a paper figurine and let the paper figurine move for a period of time.

It is a BUG skill that theoretically can cosplay everyone's abilities as long as he is mentally strong.

Maybe this is the copy ninja (no