Gascoigne walked away, along the uncapped and unguarded ditch outside his window.
The sunshine is good today, but it seems that because the traces of last night’s hunting have not yet been cleared away, there are only a few Yannan people walking on the road.
And these few people also had an indelible look of anxiety and panic on their faces.
In their arms were the daily necessities and incense they had just bought, and then they hurried to the next target.
Lan En took one last look at the scene on the street through the crack of the door that was about to close.
The atmosphere of anxiety and panic in this city has become so intense that it is exhausting and there is no time to cover it up.
"Lan En, thank you for your hard work, you can go and have a rest."
Viola, who had just finished sweeping the dust with a duster in her hand, said to Lan En with a smile.
"I'll call you if anything happens. Don't worry, Gascoigne will be sleeping in the morning after the night of the hunt, and the kids and I will be quiet. You'll have a good night's sleep. ”
As the wife of a hunter, the Viola family has adjusted their daily routine for this job.
Lan En looked at the two little girls who were still playing quietly on the side and nodded lightly.
"I will go to rest, Mrs. Viola. No matter what happens or not, please wake me up when Gascoigne comes back."
"Of course, you said Okay, isn't it?"
Viola agreed easily.
Lan En turned around and entered the guest room. He leaned the Lake Girl's Sword against the bedside while he was lying on the bed.
On the comforting soapy bed, he began to feel sleepy.
"This is not right, Mentos makes me tired so fast"
"Sir, I can't check anything, this"
Biological Intelligence Brain The intelligent voice appears further and further away in my mind.
Lan En’s consciousness fell into a deep sleep, as if sinking into the deep sea.
I don’t know how long it took, but a faint floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.
He woke up from a daze.
The first thing I felt was not the bedding that smelled of soap, but the hard stone bricks.
Lan En carefully lifted himself up from the ground and looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.
This is not a guest room in Gascoigne’s house, but a garden or cemetery in front of a small church
There are a few white unknown flowers on the ground, and in this On the corners of the small courtyard, there are tombstones of different shapes erected.
Lan En was not sure whether the only building in front of him was a church. Judging from the appearance, it was indeed a small church.
But looking in along the opening from the outside, it doesn’t look like there are prayer utensils inside, but more like a handicraft workshop.
The moon in the sky was as bright and close as it was on the hunting night last night. The moon phases appear unusual.
Someone is hereLook at me
The sudden feeling made Lan En frown.
But when he followed his feelings and looked to the side, what he saw was a doll
A doll that looked like a girl.
Lan En felt that this scene was even more abnormal.
Why do I feel like a doll is looking at me?
Although the doll is extremely lifelike.
She sat at the foot of the chapel steps, slender and pale.
She was dressed like a maid in the Victorian era, with white lace cuffs, a cape-like shawl, a long skirt that reached her ankles, and calfskin boots underneath.
On the pale hair, there are also turbans and hats that maids use when working.
But unlike the black and white attire of the maids, the colors of her clothes are blood red and brown and black.
Lan En walked over and got closer to observe the doll.
She is almost a real person in appearance, even her eyelids are like a real person.
However, the exposed fingers deliberately retain the traditional puppet craftsmanship and use ball joints.
Lan En feels that if it were not for intentional distinction, then the puppet maker could have made the fingers look like real people.
If Lan En’s observation skills were not so meticulous, he would probably have stepped forward and tried to talk to the doll.
If Lan En’s observation skills were not so meticulous, he would probably have stepped forward and tried to talk to the doll.
The maker of this doll must have put paranoid beliefs into the doll.
After Lan En just observed it for a while, he walked directly towards the chapel.
The scene here is indeed similar to Lan En’s observation. It is not so much a church as a handicraft workshop with the shape of a church.
A heavy, seemingly heavy box was lying around, and several tables and tools involving different craftsmanship were placed around it.
Lan En successfully recognized some of the tools used to strengthen weapons based on his experience playing cards with Fergus and Yuna, but the rest left him confused.
"How did you show up?"
Lan En, who was looking through the tools, suddenly spoke. He suddenly put down what he was holding and turned to another door in the room.
"I was very sure just now that there is no other living person here except me. I feel quite confident about myself."
A sudden squeaking sound of a wheelchair rolling came from came from the doorway facing Lan En.
It was very abrupt, not moving from far to near, as if it suddenly appeared at the door.
Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man wearing old-fashioned ceremonial clothes and an equally old-fashioned high-top hat with fluffy edges.
One of his feet has disappeared, and a wooden prosthetic limb is used to keep both legs of equal length.
"It's really strange how this problem occurred." The old man lowered his head and spoke in a low and slow voice.
"You broke into the garden I was guarding, but asked me how I appeared."
"Forgive me the garden you guard, are you a mage, wizard or something?"
p>
Lan En was leaning on the workbench and asked calmly.
He once saw in a book a case of using illusion magic to build a large fairy tale amusement park. This space is also a similar product of this kind of magic.
"If I make you unhappy, Then I can say it clearly, I will leave immediately. As long as I leave this illusion, I will also leave Yanan."
"If you think it is something similar to the illusion, there is nothing wrong with it."< /p>
The old man said in a wheelchair with a cane.
"But when you leave Yanan, why do you think that after breaking into other people's gardens and scaring others, you just need to leave and that's it?"
Lan En's brow Wrinkled, "That means you want compensation."
"Not much, not much, haha," the old man continued, smiling.
His head was lowered, and the brim of his tall hat prevented Lan En from seeing his expression.
"You are a hunter, right? You are such a good young man, full of energy and skilled. If you can join the hunting night, you will be compensated, how about"
"The hunting night has passed, just last night."
"It's past, it will come again, it will come again, Yanan always needs the hunting night."< /p>
“As long as you participate in the hunting night as a Yannanite, you can use whatever is in this workshop, including the doll at the door.”
< p>There was a temptation in the old man's low and slow words."It's not easy for outsiders in Yanan, but it only takes a little blood. Inject a tiny amount of blood into your body, and we can make an agreement. You will be a pure Yananite."
"Sounds very tempting." Lan En tilted his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.
"But man, firstly, I don't want to be a Yanan, and secondly, I have no interest in dolls, so"
Lan En didn't finish his words, he just spread his hands.
The old man also sighed. "So, you refuse to compensate"
"Hey, that's such a pity."
"Yes, I feel it's a pity too."
Blue En's center of gravity sank slightly, her heartbeat began to accelerate, and her body temperature began to rise.
The pair of cat eyes stared at the old man who seemed to be sleeping with his head down.
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