A wasteland full of doll stumps.

In the darkness, only the outline can be seen clearly, the rusty doll with white hair hanging on the ground.

I don't know where the laughter came from...

All of this made Sean's heartstrings tense.

However, Sean found himself a little different from before.

When experiencing this kind of fear that caused atrial tremors, not only Shengen was shining slightly, but Shenyu of the "City of Two Suns" also emitted a faint light.

"God feathers, which symbolize fear, weaken the fear I experienced..."

The trembling feeling is still there, but what fills Sean's heart is still concentration.

The weird laughter finally disappeared.

In order to find out the situation, Sean turned the lighter in the direction of the standing puppet and walked over...

Fear is just that kind of thing - the deepest fear you feel when you can't see the real thing in a hazy way.

However, as you approached it, the fear diminished instead.

However, facing the rusted doll, this may just be Sean's perception.

If it were someone else in this situation, I'm afraid their legs would be weak, and it would be impossible to get close.

Olivia quietly held the flame behind him, and Sean began to observe the doll in front of him by the light of the lighter.

The strangest thing is that this doll doesn't look like Olivia, who has short hair just past her cheeks - her white hair has grown to the point of falling to the ground.

In addition, the nails on her hands were very long, hanging down to below the knees, and the ends were twisted in a spiral shape...

"This is so weird..." The firelight illuminated the face that was exactly the same as Olivia, but without eyes, Sean muttered, "Dal Finch never seems to have designed this... Useless and cumbersome. s things."

Long hair that stumbles when walking, and long nails that make it impossible for your hands to grasp things.

"So, there is only one possibility..." There was a chill in the depths of Sean's eyes, "The hair and nails on this doll are constantly growing..."

For Olivia, fear was an emotion that was weakened to the point of insensitivity—but this strange situation made her worry about Sean's safety.

So she took a few steps closer, approached Sean, and said, "How is this possible?

"She, like my body, is made of alchemical metal...

"How can hair and nails grow?"

Sean turned his head and shrugged helplessly: "But, it just happened."

In order to observe this puppet more closely, which stood like a boundary monument in the dark, Sean turned around her in a half circle.

I didn't find it if I didn't look carefully...

"This doll is different from the stump on the ground..." Sean looked at the "land" under his feet.

The stumps that make up the land are very rough, but they are just metal embryos. They have not been carved with complicated patterns on them, nor have they been covered with special skins...

But the doll in front of him seems to be a finished product.

"Is it a finished product..." Sean frowned, walked behind the doll, pulled up a lock of white hair, and looked intently.

In the firelight, Olivia saw Sean's brows suddenly open and his eyes widen.

"What's wrong, Sean?" The voice was a little nervous.

Sean blinked, looked at the skin of the doll, and muttered in his mouth:

"When the wind chimes the wind chimes, the golden roses will bloom. Under the ticking moon, the candle holder will finally wake up..."

Sean raised his head and looked at Olivia with confusion in his eyes: "Olivia...

"This doll is a finished product."

—

Thinking fell into a fog.

Sean bit the thumb nail of his right hand, frowning at the abandoned doll with disheveled hair in front of him.

"How could Dar Finch engrave that sentence on a discarded item?"

The beauty of the fonts and the fineness of the brushstrokes cannot be completed in a short time.

Such an inscription can only be engraved after the doll is completed.

"what does this mean?"

Sean thought hard.

He had already come to a conclusion, but the conclusion was so absurd that he couldn't believe it.

So he chose to keep thinking.

But all the thinking arrows seemed to shoot into the vast darkness above this place—there was no news.

This had to make Sean look back at that ridiculous assumption:

"This doll is Olivia."

Just thinking about it made Sean's scalp tingle.

This doll with disheveled hair, rusted body and oddly long fingernails...

Is that Olivia?

He turned around and asked the loyal girl with candles:

"Olivia, if I said that this doll is you, would you believe it?"

Olivia took a few steps closer and stared at the rusty doll...

It's like looking in a mirror that has traveled through thousands of years.

"Why does the reader say that?"

Sean took a light breath and said his guess.

And this conjecture provides an absurd assumption about the reality that Sean is in now.

"Olivia," Sean said, looking at the alchemy girl with a puzzled face, "Dal Finch, as your grandfather, will definitely only create a 'granddaughter'."

Just like his paintings, whether it is "Smiling Mona" or "Joshua's Last Supper", there is only one...

"If there is another you here...

"Then there is only one possibility.

"We are in another time and space."

"Another time and space?" Turning to Sean, Olivia asked, "Is the Labyrinth Island another time and space?"

"It's just a conjecture."

"So..." Staring at the rusted face, Olivia asked, "Olivia in another dimension, didn't wait for Sean?"

Sean shook his head slightly: He doesn't know either.

The atmosphere became solemn, he waved his hand: "Say, this is just a conjecture.

"The hair and nails of the doll in front of you will grow... What else is impossible?"

Having said that, Sean continued to observe, hoping to find other clues.

Click.

The sound of the doll made Sean jump a step and raise his gun.

The mouth of the puppet who had been standing for an unknown time suddenly opened.

The two stared nervously.

In the open mouth, there was a black tentacle deep in it, sweeping from side to side.

After a while, a black and furry thing fell down, red eyes stared timidly in the firelight, and carefully climbed onto the doll's shoulders...

A mouse.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking of something, he frowned and returned to the puppet. He bent his fingers and buckled the puppet's chest.

Empty.

Hollow voice.

"The interior of this doll is empty." Turning to Olivia, he said, "It's just a shell..."

Empty shell, same inscription, self-growing white hair and nails...

All the contradictory clues~lightnovelpub.net~ made Sean's head a little swollen, he took two steps back, turned to the darkness, and thought with all his strength in the divine root space.

"Sean!"

"What's wrong!"

The New Testament reporter's train of thought was interrupted. He turned around abruptly and found...

The empty doll's head actually began to shake slightly like a twitch.

She and Olivia took two steps back at the same time, both of them on guard.

Then, as if freed from the curse of ice, the doll covered with rust and dust moved sluggishly...

There was a rattling sound from the joints.

Hahahaha……

The laughter seemed to be all around him.

"Be careful!" Olivia shouted.

The long white hair in front of him fluttered backwards like a flag blown by the strong wind.

The abandoned puppet waved its long curled nails towards Sean, creating a startling spark on the copper-boned umbrella.

"How can she move?!"

Sean shouted in the dark, "How could she move!!?"

Hee hee hee……

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