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The last memory of Jingcha is the moment when Chi Yiyin stood under the light of the bar and looked over deeply.

He clearly realized that Chi Yiyin must have discovered something was wrong and was warning himself. At this time, he should use his own power to control the entire cafe at the fastest speed under Chi Yiyin's command .

This is what he should do.

However, at that glance, Jingcha not only saw Chi Yiyin.

I also saw the cafe manager standing behind Chi Yiyin.

The woman in the long skirt disappeared in the darkness behind Chi Yiyin, her gentle face was eerily quiet under the dim light, like a statue of the Virgin Mary in a damaged church.

Inhuman compassion makes people even more frightening.

She looked at Jingcha, her gentle watery eyes seemed to contain countless emotions, making Jingcha seem to see another person's completely different life the moment she looked at her.

The student carrying a schoolbag walked on the street in a daze, her face was pale and tired, but no one asked her what happened. Even if someone cast their eyes on her occasionally, they just sighed and continued to hurry across the street.

Raindrops fell.

The students stopped before the zebra crossing, and the red light was as dazzling as blood.

But after she only stayed for a few seconds, she slowly opened her legs and stepped onto the zebra crossing.

The passing vehicles are like weaving, the speed is fast and there is no intention to stop. Anyone who wants to cross the traffic will only end up in pieces.

It is impossible for students not to know.

Jingcha was stunned for a moment, but then realized the student's intention - what she wanted was to crash and die here.

No—wait!

Jingcha instinctively stretched out her hand, wanting to drag the student back. But he seemed to be in a dream, he couldn't move forward half a point, let alone move, even if he roared in his heart, he couldn't make a sound, he could only watch the student move his legs again.

The whole scene seemed to be played in slow speed, frame by frame flashed in front of Jing Cha's eyes, tormenting him, but he could only watch the students go to death, helpless.

'If I were you, I wouldn't do this. '

A gentle female voice suddenly came from behind: "Usually, it will not let you die immediately. If you are unlucky, it will only make you miserable under the torment of pain. Besides, this kind of death is too ugly." '

The sudden sound made the students stop instinctively and look back in a daze.

Jing Cha also turned back at the same time as the female student, but her pupils constricted when she saw the woman not far behind.

Isn't that... the manager of the cafe?

Wearing a long skirt with a quiet demeanor, she was still the appearance in Jingcha's impression, walking towards the female student step by step.

The two looked at each other across the flashing red signal light, and suddenly, the female student burst into tears.

'Nobody cares about me. '

She said: 'Everyone only cares about the report card. As for me, whether I live or die, they don't care. What does it matter if no one loves me? '

'I care. Your life and death are very important to me. '

The woman in the long skirt walked over, gently took the female student's hand, hugged her into her arms, and gently stroked her head, as if comforting a kitten that was drenched in the rain.

In the bustling streets with heavy traffic, pedestrians hurried past with umbrellas and could not see their faces. The black umbrellas flowed on the street, cold and without warmth.

Only the woman in the long skirt hugging the students in the rain looked so gentle and reliable.

The female student was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and cried out.

She hugged the woman in the long skirt tightly, crying heart-piercingly to the sound of the majestic rain.

Jingcha stared blankly at this scene, even though he was wary of the cafe manager, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He saw the store manager holding the female student's hand, walking with her in the rain, talking to her tenderly and patiently, listening to her tell all her experiences full of anger and grievance, and then took her back to the cafe.

The store manager changed the female student into a clean and comfortable beautiful skirt, and gently dried her hair.

From the red face of the female student reflected in the mirror, Jingcha saw her shyness and happiness.

He guessed that maybe this was a rare happy time for female students.

But in the next second, the door of the cafe was kicked open, and aggressive parents rushed in, slapped the store manager on the face, pushed her to the ground, and dragged the female student to take her away.

The terrified scream of the female student almost knocked off the roof. She broke free from her parents' hands and threw herself at the store manager who fell to the ground.

She cried and said: I don't want you, I want to stay here all the time, it makes me happy.

The moment this sentence was blurted out, the chaos in the entire cafe disappeared.

Jing Cha felt that she just blinked her eyes, and neither the female students nor the angry parents disappeared in front of her eyes.

Instead, there was the manager sitting on the rocking chair behind the bar, humming a lullaby softly.

The beautiful doll was sitting in her arms, and she patted the back of the doll lightly, like a mother coaxing a naughty child to sleep, with gentle and calm eyes.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby...

During the lullaby, Jingcha felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the overwhelming drowsiness was overwhelming, pulling his soul into the abyss of consciousness.

Just before closing her eyes completely, a thought suddenly popped up in Jingcha's mind.

—Does that doll look a bit like the female student from before?

He wanted to take another look at the doll to confirm, but his eyes were completely plunged into darkness.

Jingcha hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Even if he is powerful, it is difficult for anyone to hurt him in the game field, and the rich points are enough to make him live comfortably in the temporary residence area. From the outsiders' point of view, everything about him is enviable.

But no one knows that anxiety and pain are like a raging fire, scorching Jingcha's soul and making him sleepless night after night.

until now.

When he opened his eyes, he rarely felt refreshed after a good rest, as if the road was right under his feet, and he could do anything, full of vigor.

Such a rare and good state made Jingcha stunned for a long time before turning his head and looking around to confirm his situation.

He is no longer in the cafe, but in a slightly shabby house.

It can be seen that this place is regarded as a temporary residence, and only the necessary living items are neatly placed. What made Jingcha sleep well all night was nothing more than a simple camp bed.

But it was such a simple scene that evoked Jingcha's memories. The past that he had deliberately forgotten for a long time gradually emerged from the bottom of his consciousness and came alive again in his mind.

He recognizes it.

In other words, the happiest moments of his life were all related to this place.

Compared to the main house, this place is more like a secret base. The files are so high that they are precariously stacked, and all kinds of equipment are neatly stacked in the corners. Rows of huge screen monitors are constantly refreshing the code, and all kinds of information are flashing on the screen.

Although the facilities are simple, it is enough to see that the people in the base have deep feelings for this place, and they have kept the place spotless.

Except for Beijing Tea, there is no one here, but there are a few steaming teacups on the table, silently telling that there were other people here, and they just left not long ago.

Jingcha landed lightly on the ground, her legs walked towards the door as if she had her own consciousness.

It wasn't until then that he realized that even though he refused to recall those events for many years, he never forgot the happiness that those years left him. Even, he still keeps the map here firmly in his heart, and the muscle memory that has been formed is automatically leading him to go out.

He can even draw a map of this place in his mind right now, knowing the scene he can see after opening the door, the layout of the entire building, the location of the defensive armed forces...

Jingcha's throat was sore that he couldn't even utter a word. Against the green light of the screen, his eye sockets were a little red, and he even felt his nose sore that he wanted to cry.

Until his palm landed on the doorknob, he stood still, momentarily hesitating.

He is afraid.

If you push the door open, it's not the scene he imagined. If there aren't those people out there...

"Squeak—!"

Before Jingcha could make a decision, the door had already been opened from the outside, and a cheerful and even silly face suddenly appeared in Jingcha's field of vision when he smiled.

The suddenly brighter light made Jingcha's eyes uncomfortable. He instinctively turned his head to avoid the damage of the light to his eyes. He couldn't see clearly in the foggy field of vision.

He heard the man's voice clearly.

"Wow... Jingcha? Are you awake? What are you doing standing behind the door? It scared me to death. I almost stopped and bumped into you."

The man was still terrified, but he immediately asked with concern: "How is your injury? After you came back from that A-level dungeon, you have been listless. How do you feel now? Do you want me to call someone?"

Jing Cha blinked her eyes, then slowly turned her gaze to look at that person.

After the mist faded away, the vision gradually became clearer, and the owner of the voice was just like Jingcha's memory.

That's... a white and blue face.

Bailan's expression is extremely sincere, whether it is laughter or worry, it is true.

Seeing that Jingcha didn't speak for a long time, Bailan thought that something happened to him, so she rolled up her sleeves and was about to check for Jingcha.

"Stay there and don't move!"

Jingcha was taken aback, her muscles tensed immediately and she took a defensive posture, her raised hand was already pinching Bailan's neck, as long as Bailan dared to take a step forward, she would be crushed mercilessly neck bone.

Bailan looked at Jingcha in surprise, not only disbelief, but also worry on her face: "Is your injury still not healed?"

The development that didn't match Jingcha's subconscious judgment caused him to have a confused hallucination for a moment. Two completely different scenes interspersed and interspersed in his mind, flickering on and off.

One scene is the white and blue indifferent face in the cafe, and when he smiles, he is so alienated that he is thousands of miles away, and his cold eyes seem to wish him to die.

In one scene, Bai Lan smiled silly but real face in front of him, and even the concern came from the heart, without any adulteration, it was a concern for his companions.

Different whites and blues and different situations are staged alternately, causing Jingcha a headache.

The slideshow in my mind was getting faster and faster, until there was a popping sound, like a light bulb bursting, and all flickering images were turned into darkness.

In Jingcha's mind, the last scene was fixed on the **** battlefield.

He fell among the corpses all over the floor, covered with scars, and next to him was the eyes of his dead companions. When he looked up, he could only see the gloomy sky with dark clouds rolling, as if mocking their innocence and powerlessness.

But in the distance, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shot down.

When he looked, Bai Lan stood against the light, his eyes were sad but determined.

Where are you going? Are you going to abandon the common ambition of all of us, forget our past pain and persistence, and just run away like this?

Jingcha wanted to raise her hand to grab him, and also wanted to question him angrily.

But he moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything. He lost all his strength and looked like a corpse. He could only watch Bailan turn around completely, stepping over the corpses and **** water of his companions, and walked towards the dangerous place. place of light.

Turn your back on darkness.

Betrayal of companions...

"Beijing tea, Beijing tea?"

Jingcha felt warm big hands grabbing him and shaking him.

Only then did he suddenly come to his senses, and then he met Bailan's worried eyes.

"Does that A-level dungeon still have a hidden damage effect? ​​Why do you feel that you are absent-minded now, are you okay?"

As Bai Lan said, she dragged him and took him outside: "Go, I can't delay anymore, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Jingcha panicked instinctively, and began to struggle, not wanting to follow Bailan out of the door.

He is running away.

Fearing that the outside world has changed and that the Neverland he remembers will never return.

But his palm trembled, but in the end he didn't reject Bai Lan, and followed him across the threshold.

The sun fell on him inch by inch.

He took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to look forward.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to come alive.

It's not the dark and green interior of the cold base, nor is it a battlefield full of blood and corpses.

The laughter and laughter from all around poured into Jingcha's ears, and he saw the faces of his companions appearing in his field of vision one by one, blurring the cold appearance of their unrepentant death in his memory.

"Jingcha? Wake up now? So fast!"

"Little Chacha~ How do you feel?"

"Being able to come back alive from the A-level dungeon and bring back important information, Jingcha has made a great contribution this time!"

The concern and teasing voices of the companions were so cordial, and for a moment, Jingcha felt the urge to cry.

He pursed his mouth, suddenly feeling aggrieved.

When his companions were around, he could cry when he was in pain, hurt someone he cared about... But after they died one by one, he was alone, holding up his own sky, and no longer had the right to act like a spoiled child or cry.

This is an unfinished building in the suburbs of an F-level dungeon, and it is also a base that has been disguised.

If someone from the outside world finds this place, they will be shocked to find that more than half of the high-level players in the game field are all concentrated here.

They got along happily, exchanging information with each other, making plans to enter the high-level dungeon next time, and working hard for a common goal.

—Explore the truth of the game field, trigger the S-level copy, break through the game field, and return to reality.

That was the happiest time in Jingcha's life.

In reality, his family conditions can be regarded as excellent, and he can get what he wants. The consequence of all desires being satisfied is that he loses his curiosity about the world and other people, and he is confused all day long.

Unexpectedly, after the real death, he found the goal he wanted to fight for instead.

—Turn over this **** game field and beat up the manipulator behind the scenes. Then, he turned and left coolly, returning to reality.

Just thinking about it makes Jingcha's blood boil with endless energy.

The goal is clear, there is no confusion, and I know which direction I should go. Every minute and every second is so meaningful, and I will not feel painful and wandering because of confusion and loss.

Everything is upward.

At that time, everyone believed in it, was motivated, believed that if they put their lives into it, they would succeed.

Successfully cleared A-level dungeons several times in succession, which made all allies more confident and morale high.

At the next stop, these dozens of A-level players are preparing to form several teams with B-level players and enter different A-level dungeons.

They have already investigated several dungeons that are particularly special in the game field, and they believe that the truth of the game field is hidden there. They are confident that they will succeed and bring back valuable information about the game field.

One of the groups, led by several A-level players including Bai Lan, entered the dungeon [Snow Mountain Cry].

Although this is only a C-level dungeon, some high-level players have noticed that the system pays special attention to this dungeon. Some players even reverse-checked the link between themselves and the system, and found that the code related to [Snow Mountain Cry] in the background of the system has been deleted. signs of passing.

They suspected that the boss of this dungeon must know something about the system.

At that time, although Jingcha was already A-level, he hadn't awakened his strength yet. He was not a player on the Morning Star Ranking, but a resident of the Tian Ranking.

He is in charge of another team.

As Bailan led him through the base, memories and even details that had been almost forgotten by Jingcha slowly came to mind.

He looked at the lively and laughing scene now, but his heart sank heavily.

Jing Cha knew what was going to happen.

When all the high-level players who formed an alliance entered the instance with full confidence, no one knew that it would be a devastating blow.

The gods were furious, and the gods sent down the Tower of Babel, making the people on the ground unable to speak and understand, torn apart and unable to understand each other. There was no longer the same ideal that could bind people together. They began to blame each other and struggle...

Cannibalism.

At that time, Jingcha had been lying among the dead for a long time, and the wound infection caused him to develop a high fever, and he began to talk nonsense in a daze. All the pictures about the base and his companions flashed in his mind.

In the high fever dream, he dreamed that they succeeded, and finally cheered amidst the roar of the game field collapsing, but the companions around him couldn't see their faces clearly.

So he knew that he was probably going to die soon.

However, when the light came on that day, Jingcha felt that she was in a ball of furry softness and warmth.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a huge rabbit head, with a pair of small eyes staring at him stupidly.

Seeing him wake up, the giant rabbit twitched its nostrils and bent over to get close to him, washing his face with saliva.

Not knowing why, Jingcha hid aside in disgust, only to find that she was trapped in the fur by this giant rabbit, and it was only then that she passed the cold night.

He defeated death and survived.

And there was a burst of laughter from the side.

Jingcha looked up, and saw Hongniao, who was still a stranger at that time, squatting there with a piece of dog's tail grass in its mouth, looking at him with a smile.

The rabbit died instead of Jingcha, and Jingcha was picked up by the red bird in the pile of dead people.

Only then did Jingcha realize that it wasn't overnight.

but months.

In the few months since he passed out, Bailan had long since left the battlefield where almost everyone died, and creatively opened up a temporary residence area in the game field to provide safe protection for all players who did not want to download the dungeon. Need to charge "cheap" points as compensation.

As soon as the temporary residence area was released, it has been enthusiastically sought after by players, especially the middle and low-level players, who are almost waving their points and vying to enter the temporary residence area.

The area of ​​the temporary living area has been expanded again and again, and soon it became a colossus, and luxurious buildings were built, and the realistic landscape and countryside were restored using rare and special props.

When players are in it, it's like returning to reality. This kind of "homesickness" makes most players linger here, not wanting to wake up from their dreams.

Scarred and scarred, Jingcha walked silently on the bustling streets of the temporary residence, listening to the red bird beside him telling him what happened when he was in a coma.

He stood still on the street, looking up at the huge golden statue standing in the middle of Cross Street, Bailan and several other A-level players smiled brightly.

Red Bird told him that these were the founders of the temporary residence area.

Jing Cha only found it ironic.

He is struggling with death, and Bai Lan is addicted to luxury and money.

But under the gold, there is blood and bones flowing all over the ground.

From that moment on, Jingcha hated Bailan, hated all the former companions who abandoned their ideals and chose comfort and comfort.

Fortunately, Red Bird and Beijing Tea share the same belief.

After losing all ideals and companions, Jingcha was rescued once again—from Red Bird.

The two had a clear division of labor and firm beliefs, and quickly rose on the Morning Star list.

Jingcha, who was knocked down by death, climbed to the peak again, and let Bailan see him brightly, as if he was declaring war on Bailan and the temporary residence area.

—What you got by betraying your companions and ideals, one day, I will destroy them without fail. I want you to kneel before the bones of your dead companions, to be buried for your dead ideals.

The name of "Pope" became popular in the game field.

He is a vicious manipulator, and all those who dare to offend him are brutally killed by him. He is a powerful Awakened, cruel and crazy hobbies make him play cat and mouse, watching his enemies despair to death.

His hands were covered with blood. No one knew how many players and instance NPCs he had killed. Even if he was angered, even the instance boss would be killed by him mercilessly.

But also... naive but unwilling to admit defeat, an idealist.

Jing Cha has not thought about the past for a long time. He is not a person trapped in the past, and his eyes are always on the front of the future.

Until now, because of this strange memory of the past, he recalled his persistence in the past few years.

Jingcha stopped slowly.

Bai Lan, who was leading the way, turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"

However, Jing Cha shook off his hand, pursed her lips firmly, the storm in her eyes gradually calmed down, and became firm again.

"I do not need it anymore."

His voice was very soft, even trembling, but when he said this, he did not hesitate at all.

"I don't need the illusion of the past to comfort myself. Now that I have new companions, I'm always moving forward. I never stop...I never give up on what I want to do."

Jingcha's eyes are firm.

He looked at Bailan, and said word by word: "You don't really exist, you are just an illusion created by the copy, trying to disturb my pace and make me stand still."

"If anyone in the cafe thinks that's going to sway me, she's wrong."

The face of the cafe manager flashed across his mind, and Jingcha sneered, "Compared with such fake things, I prefer the future I created myself."

"I will never stop."

Loudly.

The moment the voice fell, a huge crack spread rapidly to the distance centered on the land under Jingcha's feet.

The earth is cracking, the sky is collapsing.

Right in front of Jingcha's eyes, the "companions" who were chatting and laughing just a second ago, looked terrified and helpless, followed the earth and fell into the dark void below.

They were screaming and begging for help from Jingcha.

The familiar voice shouted one after another, as if to bring Jingcha back into the memory of the past, making him feel as if he was standing on the battlefield full of corpses at that time, watching his companion die.

But he didn't waver.

Jingcha knew very well that those who could be called "companions" were already dead.

The body died on the battlefield, rotted into ashes, or... like Bailan, who has abandoned the ideals of the past, indulged in pleasure and money and wealth, and forgot the vows he once made, so he is not worthy to be called a companion.

He watched everyone's death with cold eyes, and even though he was yelled at by those "companions" and accused him of being a traitor and executioner, he didn't feel the slightest wave in his heart.

The white and blue in front of his eyes also looked like melted ice cream, the flesh and blood collapsed and melted, turning into a fuzzy mass on the ground.

Jing Cha lowered her eyes and curled her lips as if she wanted to laugh.

But it was uglier than crying.

He lowered his head, and the two rabbit ears on the rabbit sweater drooped down, like a listless rabbit with drooping ears. The shadow cast by him covered his entire delicate face, making his expression invisible. .

When Jingcha raised his head again, he was surprised to find that the effect of the dungeon hadn't passed. Instead of returning to the cafe, he was still standing in the base.

Around him, the scenes that had just collapsed were all restored, and everything was as it was before, and the companions who had just "died" reappeared here, with joyful smiles on their faces.

They happily ran over to surround Jingcha and told him that they had found a way to leave the game field, found out the truth about the game field, and they could go home now!

Jingcha was stunned: "No, you are all dead, we failed...we can't leave."

"Are you having a nightmare?"

Someone patted him on the shoulder with concern and said, "Don't worry, from today onwards, you will never have such a nightmare again, everything is over, we won."

"You are too nervous. You think about it day and night and dream about it. You are afraid of our death, so you have this kind of dream."

The companions laughed and mocked kindly that Jingcha must have fallen asleep. The victory came so suddenly that Jingcha couldn't believe it.

Except for Jingcha, everyone around him and every detail in the environment showed that they had really won and could go home.

Everyone is convinced of this.

Jingcha's mind was in a trance for a moment. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was fake or these "companions" were fake.

He reached out and cut his arm with a knife, blood gushed out, and the pain was captured by the brain along the nerves.

Pain is real, even all perceptions are real and flawless.

Jing Cha froze in place.

Could it be that he was really wrong? The disintegration of the companions, as well as the temporary living quarters, cafes, white and blue... Are they all things in his dreams?

He blinked his eyes slowly, his brain was unable to process completely different information, and began to become contradictory and tangled.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in Jingcha's mind.

The man was wearing an elegant suit, with silver-gray hair scattered around his ears, standing by the French window under the snow-capped mountains, holding a book in his hand, and smiling softly when he lowered his eyes.

He seemed to hear something, and the man looked sideways at him.

It was also at that moment that the azure blue eyes seemed to see through Jingcha's soul, which filled him with chills and froze in place for a while.

That is enough to become my enemy.

Jingcha couldn't help being vigilant, and instantly broke away from the sense of relaxation brought about by the good news of the victory.

Even though the gentleman in suit in front of him smiled warmly, what was revealed in those blue eyes was all indifferent and cold reason.

It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured down suddenly, and Jingcha was jolted up, instantly sober.

No, not right!

The companions who used to pursue the truth and reality with him back then did die and run, most of them died on the battlefield, some established temporary residences, and a few sporadic ones lost all fighting spirit, relying on the past The points in the temporary housing area paralyze the soul with alcohol and cigarettes, and spend their days in a daze, waiting only for death.

And the gentleman in the suit named Chi Yiyin was indeed his enemy.

And has indeed beaten him.

They entered the instance of [Doll Cafe] to exchange information with Chi Yiyin, tell Chi Yiyin the truth about what happened in the game field, and let him become their new ally and partner.

It's just that what happened in the cafe began to get out of control after Bailan appeared there, different from the information collected by Red Bird, it became dangerous and weird.

Because of the effect of the dungeon, or something done by the cafe manager, all of them fell into the memory of the past, and were stumbled by the beauty.

But ah...

It is the reality that is so cruel that you don't want to face and remember it.

What is good is false.

Jingcha's lips were pursed until she was bloodless, and the tightly clenched palm pierced the skin, and blood dripped down.

But the power of awakening is brewing again.

Suddenly, there was a mass of weight in the hood of the sweater, and the black rabbit whined weakly in his ear.

Immediately, the rabbit sensed his mood, jumped out of the hood, and grew up and elongated quickly when it landed, becoming a giant skeleton rabbit with a height of five or six meters. It opened its mouth and exposed its fangs, and roared angrily at all its "companions" .

The companions looked at Jingcha in a panic, pleading and cursing intertwined, trying to make Jingcha stop because of his soft heart.

But his eyes were heavy, and he was not moved at all. Instead, around him, giant rabbit monsters appeared one after another, roaring and running in all directions.

What was used as a base back then was only an F-level dungeon, because the restoration was trying to be true, and the resistance here was also at the level of F-level strength, plus those high-level players who were already fake, how could it be the "Pope" who had awakened his power? "Adversary?

Under the sharp claws of hundreds of thousands of giant rabbits, the entire reproduced F-level dungeon was like a crispy skin, easily torn apart, and quickly disappeared around Jingcha.

The world around Jingcha began to collapse, the color blocks blurred and fell, and the earth and sky were torn apart.

And he raised his eyelashes in a violent tremor, and raised his eyes to look coldly at a certain place in the sky.

That awe-inspiring gaze seemed to have penetrated the false world, looking straight at the manipulator hiding behind the scenes, piercing the heart and soul of that person.

— Dirty souls.

Jingcha sneered, raised her hand and raised her **** to the sky.

He mouthed silently: Bailan, a coward who dared not fight head-on.

"!"

Bailan broke out in a cold sweat instantly, subconsciously stepped back, but tripped over the high stool with a "bang!", staggered and almost fell to the ground, really embarrassed.

He gasped heavily, and it took him a while to calm down, looking at the woman in the long skirt at the bar.

"Kill him, can't you kill him!"

Bailan was furious at her embarrassing reaction just now, and refused to admit that she would be frightened by her former companion who should have died long ago.

"Is your ability only up to this level?"

He yelled at the woman in the long skirt, as if this would save his face.

But the store manager just sat leisurely behind the bar, still as gentle as water, never angry at Bailan's instigation, nor frightened by Bailan's roar.

She gently stroked the doll in her arms, hummed softly, combed the doll's hair, and deftly braided it into beautiful braids.

"Whatever should be done."

The store manager smiled softly and said: "I never stop my children. If they don't like the beauty I give them and insist on going through the wind and rain by themselves, then I will gladly send them my blessings."

Hearing this, Bailan's eyes narrowed, and she murmured: "You mean... you want to let them into the box?"

The store manager didn't answer, just smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt for the doll in his arms, then hugged her, walked to the window outside the bar, gently placed her on the soft and warm bed on the carpet, Covered with a quilt.

It seems that this is not a doll, but a living existence, which is regarded as a real child by the store manager.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby... Mom loves you, and mom will give you everything..."

Soft singing hummed and floated in the cafe. Under the dim candlelight, the dolls placed everywhere seemed to blink their eyes and come alive.

With a sound of "Hoo!", the dark wind blew by, and the crystal chandelier in the lobby of the cafe was completely extinguished and plunged into darkness.

"Crack, creak..."

There was the sound of the wooden floor being stepped on, as if someone was walking up to the second floor of the cafe.

The sound faded away, and then "squeak, creak!" The sound of opening the door sounded.

The door of a box on the second floor opened slowly.

A beautiful and exquisite doll appeared on the dark green sofa in the box.

Its glass eyes were dull, hollow and rigid.

But at the moment when the door of the box closed again, its eyes suddenly started to roll, and it grinned happily.