doll city

When the commotion upstairs calmed down, Yan Ge probably guessed that Dong Li should be reaping the consequences of himself at this time, but what followed was a spontaneous vigilance against this strange man.

The man looked back at him, his eyes under the sunglasses were inexplicable.

"What's your surname?" Yan Ge felt a little uncomfortable after being sized up. After Dong Li's counterattack, he was much more cautious now, holding the fire ax behind his back, ready to deal with the opponent's unknown skills at any time.

"My surname is Li," the name swirled on the tip of his tongue, the man in sunglasses paused again, and said casually, "Li is good or bad."

Yan Ge: "..."

Of course, it's not a serious name, but in this damn place, a nickname is enough, but it always feels like he is taking advantage of him when calling him by name.

"Did you start the fire in Building 3?" Yan Ge asked.

It's not so much arson, the whole building looks like it's been bombed, it looks like it's going to be blasted, and it doesn't look like the other party is carrying something like explosives. .

...If it was skills that caused destruction on that scale, then this person is too dangerous.

Li Haobai tilted his head and looked at Yan Ge for a while, as if he sensed the vigilance under the calm expression of the other party, he took three steps back politely, and opened his hands to indicate that he did not have any malicious intentions: "I just came to find the archives room. I thought it was in Building No. 3, but I didn’t expect the archives room to be moved, so I had to come here to look for it.”

Yan Ge recalled the floor structure, moved away from the stairs and said, "I know where the archives are, and I can lead the way."

Getting out of the way of the stairs obviously meant to let Li Haobai go ahead.

Li Haobai was noncommittal to his defensiveness, went up the stairs first, and even chatted with him with Yu Xing.

"...I heard you say in the car that you went to junior high school here?"

"After staying in the second year of junior high school, I transferred to another school." Yan Ge thought he wanted to ask himself how familiar he was with this place, and continued, "It happened more than ten years ago. The school was renovated. The file you are looking for It's normal for the room to move out."

Li Hao groaned, and then said without thinking: "It's a pity that I didn't have time to take my graduation photo."

Yan Ge was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask further, and said, "The archive room you're looking for is just opposite the art room on the fifth floor. If you want to go inside, I'm afraid you have to solve Mr. Pokland's riddle first before you can go in with confidence. "

When he reached the stairs on the fourth floor, Li Haobai looked back at him, and said very firmly, "You already know who Mr. Poclan is."

Yan Ge didn't answer, Li Hao gave a bad laugh, and said, "It seems that after tonight, Ciling can liberate one more safe zone."

Safe place?

While Yan Ge was still digesting the meaning of this new word, he suddenly saw a petite figure rushing out from the corner of the fourth floor behind Li Haobai, with a ferocious expression, and bravely holding a mop that seemed to be taken from the toilet. Straight towards Li Haobai, yelling in his mouth——

"My mother told you today what it means to have a mop stained with shit! Zilong is born again!"

The power of this move was really extraordinary, Li Qifeng couldn't beat it, he was stunned for a second, it was the best policy to walk on the spot, he slid all the way down the stairs along the escalator with his hands, and immediately hid behind Yan Ge in a smooth manner.

A handsome guy with a height of 1.8 meters, the dog poked his head out from behind Yan Ge's shoulder, and explained: "Sister, take away the supernatural powers. I am a friendly army. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Xiao Yi recognized the wrong person, but she still held up the mop, looked invincible, and said viciously: "Where is that bastard surnamed Dong? Where did you come from again, didn't you go to the back school building?"

Yan Ge pushed Li Haobai's hand away from his shoulder expressionlessly, and said: "Dong Li should be dead, he just came here, the reason why Dong Li was chased by the plaster statue is because he just entered No. 1 Lou, because I became the last person. Let’s talk about the rest, time is running out, in order to prevent Dong Li from becoming a plaster man, let’s go to the fifth floor to finish all this.”

Xiao Yi followed them up in a daze, and saw Sun Ye's body on the way. At this time, the plaster statue covering his head had been shattered, revealing half of his frightened face.

Xiao Yi rubbed her arms and said, "I said, when I was teleported to the first floor, I only met Xiao Gang who was beaten half to death. It turned out that Sun Ye came to chase you. By the way, how did you pass the first wave of tests? "

Speaking of it, it was thanks to the explosion in Building No. [-]. The fire outside the window just happened to shine on the art textbooks in the classroom. Before the plaster statue came in, Yan Ge took the time to look through it, and answered the name of the plaster statue at the last moment.

Yan Geru had to answer in this way, Xiao Yi was frightened after hearing it for a while, then pointed to Xiao Gang's body on the ground and said: "I remember he chased you in the end, did you kill him?"

Yan Ge was silent for a while, and said, "When I broke his neck, I didn't feel that I was killing someone, just like... I was tearing down a wooden mannequin."

On the contrary, Li Ya squatted down, checked for a while, lifted Sun Ye's cuff, and after seeing the brand-new gold watch on his wrist, he seemed to dislike the other party's taste in picking watches slightly, and said: "The blood is cold, This person was probably killed by a puppet during the first wave of trials. Here, the brain activity of a person ends quickly, and once the spirit stops, it is a clumsy puppet. Moreover, even if you want to kill, you must Weigh it."

"What do you mean?" Yan Ge asked.

"Killing the same kind is not free, otherwise why do you think Dong Li tried every means to kill you one by one?" Li Ya patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said, "Once you get human life on your hands, you will never die again." As a human being, you can't get the 'skill movement' from killing a living puppet, this city is full of dangers, and ambitious people will not be willing to be ordinary people who are mermaid."

Xiao Yi said: "Then the only way for them to acquire skills is..."

"Killing, killing the same kind with special abilities, you can get [-]% 'Music'. So every week in the hunting ground, you have to be careful and carefully observe which teammate is a wolf under the skin."

Judging from Li Haobai's implication, this is probably the reason why he did not act together with them. From his point of view, it is reasonable, but it is also inexplicably annoying.

Xiao Yi sighed for a long time: "Wow, brother, you are not authentic, you already know the mechanism here, if you want to come to Mr. Pokland, no one can help you, it will not take you any trouble to give us a word, right? "

Li Haobai helped the useless sunglasses hanging on his face all the time, and said: "I'm not good at arguing, if I speak out rashly, it will make the bad guys mess up their judgment."

That's right, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night and going out to take risks with a violin case on your shoulders is indeed more suspicious than other normal people.Yan Ge thought silently.

"Forget it, forget it," Xiao Yi was so angry that her waist hurt, "it's really annoying to talk to you."

Li Haobai sincerely suggested: "Then go drink some hot water."

Xiao Yi: "..."

Xiao Yi: "Yange, I take back what I said behind my back to call you cold and heartless, you are so reliable."

Chatting one after another, the three of them finally came to the old art room on the fifth floor.

The door was open, and the furnishings inside were exactly the same as those seen from the doll's perspective at that time, but as soon as they entered the door, they saw plaster statues that almost filled the wall, which made Yan Ge and Xiao Yi nervous instinctively.

"They are all dead." Li Haobai knocked on one of the plaster statues, and then said, "Actually, I also bought the information about the Ninth Middle School from Central Park. Anyone who has passed the test twice before 12 o'clock can survive, and besides, I don't know who Mr. Poclan is."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Yan Ge again.

Yan Ge glanced at the plaster statues on the entire wall one by one, and said: "Sure enough, even if the plaster statues will go away, they will leave circular gray marks on the shelf when they were placed. Sun Ye, Xiao Gang and Dong Li The plaster statues of yours have already appeared, including yours and mine, logically there should be five round seals here, but six of them disappeared."

"Isn't it six with this guy?" Xiao Yi just said it, but immediately reacted and denied the statement, "No, this guy is immune, even if there is a live puppet chasing him, the puppet should be here, so……"

"There is one more, so the extra one." Yan Ge said firmly, "There is a high probability that it will be 'Mr. Pockland'. I already know his origin."

Xiao Yi let out a cry and asked, "When did you have the clue?"

"On the fourth floor, I found a note saying 'Orgon' on Sun Ye." Yan Ge took out two notes from his pocket, "I didn't remember it at first, until you got it from Dong Li. It was only when I saw 'Dartouf' that I thought of the relationship between these names."

"These characters all come from the French drama "The Hypocrite". There are six names in the play, which just correspond to the number of the six of us. Coincidentally, the full name of the author of "The Hypocrite" is Jean-Baptiste Pou Crane."

Mr. Poclain!

Suddenly, Xiao Yi scratched her scalp and said, "This is too out of the ordinary, who can guess!"

"It's not too far-fetched." It just happened to be a required course for acting majors. Yan Ge still remembered the character design of his little policeman at this moment, and added: "When I was a sophomore... I took the drama "Hypocrite" as an elective. Just now I never thought of it, I only thought of it when I got the name of the character.”

Xiao Yi scratched her head: "But even knowing the author's name is useless, I've never heard of a plaster statue named Jean Poquelan."

As soon as Xiao Yi finished speaking, there was a loud sound of running outside the art room. Yan Ge closed the door of the art room with quick eyesight and quick hands. A vicious plaster face.

Li Haobai unhurriedly inserted the bolts on the door one by one, held the door together with Yan Ge, and said: "All the plaster statues that have not been chased out are here. According to your guess, which one is it?"

Yan Ge has been examining the faces of the plaster statues one by one since just now, and pointed at the door: "I can't recognize which one it is, but I can be sure that Mr. Poclan must be a plaster statue."

"why?"

"Because this famous French playwright named Poclain also has a well-known name——Molière."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was knocked hard again. In addition to capturing the plaster statue of Dong Li, there was another tattered plaster face outside the door, which was Xiao Gang.

Xiao Yi's face was distorted, and she helped to move tables and chairs to block the door: "Why is it not over yet? Isn't he already beaten to death?"

Yan Ge said, "You have to break your legs."

"Are all the police officers so ruthless now..." Xiao Yi moved the table wheezingly, "Then what should we do now? Go out and beat them in the face?"

It's not afraid to go out and beat them, but you have to be disgusted for another round.

"What time is it?" Li Ya suddenly asked.

Yan Ge's own mobile phone ran out of battery at this time, and seeing half of the dial of a mechanical watch leaking out of his cuff, he said, "Don't you have a watch?"

Li Haobai showed the watch on his wrist, the hour hand pointed to 9 o'clock, and explained: "My watch has been stopped for a long time."

"You don't look like a newcomer. Why do you keep the watch after it's stopped? Anyway, there is no police control here, just like Sun Ye and the others. Most people just go to the mall to get a gold watch. Addiction.” Xiao Yi asked for the phone back from Yan Ge, opened it, glanced at it, and said, “It’s 11:58, it’s getting late, although the invitations haven’t been sent out today, but some hunting grounds have red eyes after 12 o’clock. We'll join the parade in the street, and even if Mr. Poclain can't be found this time, at least we'll be safe tonight."

It took 2 minutes to say whether it was long or not, and just when Yan Ge thought he could only go on like this, Li Ya suddenly said——

"I've been thinking, why do these notes appear in physical form, why not sound, nor light and shadow?"

If you want to convey information, for these strange things, sound can achieve the same purpose as light and shadow, why use the form of paper?

Entities... what are the characteristics of entities?

"..." Yan Ge suddenly raised his head, "Entity! If it is an entity, there must be a way to appear! These notes should be stuffed on us, so the question is—who stuffed us?"

When he asked this sentence, the air was instantly quiet.

All three of them thought at the same time——

Didn’t the sixth plaster statue disappear? It has always been by our side, silently observing the characteristics of each adventurer, and then sending the character it created to everyone as if choosing a favorite slave.

Even Xiao Yi thought of it, rubbing goosebumps, and asked in a low voice: "Is it here? Invisible?"

Yan Ge nodded slightly: "All the living people in this building are here, there is no need for 'it' to stay elsewhere."

Li Haobai looked around the art room on the fifth floor. In addition to the plaster figures, there was a row of geometric figures of various shapes on the shelves, and there were many old oil paintings stacked in the corners. Fruit piled up in the corner, obviously neglected for a long time.

The three fell silent and exchanged glances with each other. Yan Ge, who was the strongest, continued to block the door, while the other two groped separately in the art room like blind men.

The corpse outside the door was still hitting the door, and Yan Ge, who was in charge of blocking the door, was about to grab the old desk at hand to add resistance, when he suddenly felt that the touch was not right.

He felt a cold entity in the air, roughly the outline of a human face.

"Jean-Baptiste Poclain?"

Yan Ge subconsciously said the name, and the invitation cards on the three people flew out uncontrollably at the same time, caught fire in the air, and burned up in a blink of an eye.

Then, in the ashes burning with sporadic orange flames, a pleasant old voice suddenly appeared, and Yan Ge, who was extremely tense, raised his head suddenly in fright, and stared blankly at a statue that suddenly appeared in front of them. ... plaster statues.

"Bravo!"

It is half a person tall, it seems to be too old, the skin has even been ceramicized, long curly hair, high bow tie, a medieval dress, the expression on the face is excited and ecstatic——

"Bonsoir~! Let's present the most perfect drama for the princess' wedding together!"

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The author has something to say:

Puppet Illustrated Book:

【Plaster Statue of Molière in Ninth Middle School】

Ability: Stealth, control other mass-produced plaster statues

Remarks: It has nothing to do with the personalities of real historical figures. As an antique plaster statue in the art room of No. [-] Middle School, he loves drama and will secretly distribute the character's notes into the pockets of the visitors he thinks are appropriate.

Prototype: Molire (Molire, January 1622, 1 - February 15, 1673), formerly known as Jean Baptiste Poquelin (Jean Baptiste Poquelin), a French comedy writer, actor, and theater activist.Molière is the most important writer of French classical literature in the 2th century and the founder of classical comedy, occupying a very important position in the history of European drama.Representative works "Moaning without illness", "Hypocrite", "Stingy Man" and so on.