As soon as he realized that he had left the living room and had no time to look around, Lin Sanjiu's vision darkened.

The copy of the doll house is really annoying in all kinds of senses - she felt around her hand and found a chair beside her. When she counted to three in her heart, the light still didn't light up.

When Lin Sanjiu was listening to the introduction of the rules in the copy just now, he counted two numbers in his heart, and the light would go out once.

She was absorbed in listening to the introduction and didn't dare to be distracted, so she only took time to try twoorthree times, and the results were the same every time; I didn't expect that as soon as the copy officially started, the duration and frequency of light and dark switching quietly changed, and the copy boy didn't even say a word about it.

On the count of four, her eyes lit up.

In the blue light of snow-white, Lin Sanjiu found himself standing behind a large mahogany desk - opposite the desk stood a face exactly like himself.

I.

In the light at the moment, the amber eyes on the baby's face looked black, and looked straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes, without a trace of expression.

... put your initial position in the angle between the desk and the wall, and bet on the road ahead with a doll; What else is this pretending to be fair?

II.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed the swivel chair beside him, and when he counted to three in his heart, the chair had been raised high and lifted into the air; Her arms vibrated, and the chair wrapped in the wind hit the opposite one.

IV.

The light is still on; Although another "Lin Sanjiu" was essentially a doll, he was not slow. He immediately lowered his waist, and the chair flew over her head, "bang" to the ground.

However, although the "Lin Sanjiu" doll dodged the chair, she was not aware of the desk kicked out by Lin Sanjiu at the same time; The heavy mahogany table swept across the ground like a pendulum, and when it was about to hit the doll, the room was suddenly dark without warning.

Lin Sanjiu scolded secretly in his heart and understood: I'm afraid there is no rule for the next light dark switch.

Although she couldn't see the doll, the room was quiet, and she didn't hear the dull sound of the desk hitting the human body - I'm afraid it was because the doll immediately changed its position as soon as the light went out.

Fortunately, she didn't need light to call the card. With a quick shake of her hand, she spit out a long stick from the palm of her hand; In the darkness, she swept the long stick into the wind, and tried to walk out slowly.

... where have you been?

As soon as the idea came up, it happened to light up again - indeed, there was no rule. The last dark duration seemed to be particularly short.

She quickly looked around and found that she was almost in the middle of the study, and the door was a few steps forward on her right; The furnishings on the desk tumbled in a mess, and sundries such as computers, folders and pen holders spilled all over the floor in front of the bookshelf on the left.

In the study, only another "Lin San Jiu" was missing.

The place where the doll stood just now was in front of the bookshelf on the left, which happened to be about three meters away from the back of the desk... When the light was on, the doll couldn't blink

wait.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu thought of "not blinking when the light is on", her hair stood up - she knew where the doll was.

When she twisted her body in a hurry, the room suddenly darkened again; However, just before it was dark, Lin Sanjiu saw it.

She saw the back of her head when the "Lin Sanjiu" doll turned around with her.

Just now, the distance between the doll's standing position and the study wall was only three meters, and Lin Sanjiu walked forward when the light was dark - which means that after the doll blinked, she appeared behind her.

The doll can't blink when the light is on, but it can synchronously imitate her actions; The doll, who looked exactly like him just now, shook the long stick that didn't exist in his hand and slowly walked towards her from behind.

Standing in the dark, Lin Sanjiu was cold all over.

And now? Where's the doll? Did you go behind yourself again?

No, that doll is not important. As long as it can be repulsed by force, it is not dangerous. What matters is the safety of the puppet master; She couldn't settle down without finding him for a moment - she couldn't bear to be alone.

It was dark all around. Lin Sanjiu continued to sweep his body around with a long stick repeatedly, and retreated towards the door of the study under his feet; When the light suddenly came on, the study was empty, and the bookshelves, floors, wooden tables... Were covered with a layer of white as if under the light of the morgue.

She touched the door handle with her backhand, and her eyes were still searching the study in circles - there was no shadow of the doll anywhere.

While the light was still there, Lin Sanjiu quickly opened the door, flashed out, and conveniently closed the door behind him. At the same time that the door closed, the whole doll room darkened again, and she didn't even see what was outside the study door.

She leaned her back against the door and pointed the long stick straight ahead. Even if she wanted to close her eyes again, she could only widen her eyes and wait for the light to shine again.

It must be considered that in addition to the possibility of chasing and replacing himself, the "Lin San Jiu" doll may also find a puppeteer... Should he be able to distinguish it?

However, even if he can't distinguish it, he doesn't have to worry about his physical contact with the doll for the time being - unless he has to, the Puppeteer will never touch her skin at all.

The thought turned, and the darkness passed; Lin Sanjiu half squinted and found that in front of him was the living room again.

The living room of the doll house is very large. When they entered the copy just now, they came in from the wall on the right side of the sofa in the living room; Now she has changed direction. Ten meters away from her eyes is the living room sofa.

On the dark TV screen in the distance, there is a small, faint self.

What about the puppet master? He is no longer in the living room.

*

"Then, the copy starts now. Please try your best to hold on until the end!"

At the beginning of the copy, the Puppeteer knew that he had been "picked up" from the living room and placed in another place.

This alone made his fingers curl involuntarily. This is his little move when he wants to kill; Pale and slender fingers, every time they slowly straighten, the joints tremble slightly, as if they are squeezing through some resistance to plunge the fingers deep into the life of the target.

It's too late. When you go out, you will have a chance.

As for now... This seems to be a bedroom? There seemed to be a bed in front of him.

IV.

It suddenly lit up in front of him. The Puppeteer glanced and found that he was indeed facing a bed. The bedroom is large, and this king size bed looks almost lonely floating in a pale light; The end of the bed is facing the tightly closed bedroom door, with a distance of sixorseven meters between them.

The bedroom was empty except for him.

The Puppeteer slowly sat down beside the bed and leaned his back on the pillow at the head of the bed. His thin, almost bony body was hugged by thick soft cotton.

Suddenly, it turned into darkness in front of me - it seems that the next light goes on and off, it all depends on the intention of the copy, and there is no law at all.

... I really want him to have a good look at what I should be like.

Several pillows were folded, soft and supportive. The Puppeteer leaned on the pillows, vaguely feeling that he seemed a little more comfortable, but he was not sure.

I don't know from which year, his body seems to have become a cement cage, narrow, hard and cold; If you don't lean on anything soft, and get along with your body alone for a long time, it seems that even the spirit will begin to ache faintly.

The duration of darkness this time is particularly short; As short as the Puppeteer had just raised his arm, the light in the room was bright again.

He looked at the stiff doll standing at the end of the bed and almost wanted to laugh.

... I used to be like this now.

With the puppet master waving his hand, the doll was like a puppet pulled from the end of the bed, and was "pulled" up straight. With unimaginable force, it was smashed into the wall on the far right side of the bedroom - the wall in the copy absorbed the vibration, but it was still difficult to hide the dull impact.

"Puppet master" slid down from the wall, and the cervical vertebra was obviously broken by gravity, and his head was soft and tilted to one side. But as the copy said, the doll really didn't suffer any essential damage. She was moving her shoulders and twisting her head back.

"Being a duplicate creature is much luckier than making me angry."

In the darkness of being caged again, the voice of the puppet master sounded soft, cool and vicious.

He had already stood by the bedroom door and reached out to open it.

Although I sorted out the story line and wrote a part of the text yesterday, I still sent it in a hurry as soon as I finished writing... I really miss the luxury of slowly adjusting and modifying when I wrote Milady.

By the way, I recently started an interesting book for collection, which is not a book, but a mail order catalogue collection of a department store in the United States in 1902. Because there are no photos, all goods are painted, full of all kinds of strange things (the IQ tax at that time was no less than it is now), as well as an electric belt that looks like a treatment (it seems that it is because the introduction is very implicit), a double barreled shotgun of $8 a piece, and a horse carriage of more than $50... I feel quite interesting.