The Taoist priest said nothing. When the red light came on again, he picked up his doll and looked at its soles.
"Whose is it?" Jasmine nervously scratched the wall.
The lights dimmed.
The lights come on.
The Taoist priest stretched out his hand to grab the doll, "It's Wenya's doll."
Xiaolan, who had his back to the Taoist priest, stiffened his shoulders.
What's going on with this... expected despair?
"How is it possible!" On the radio, a woman suddenly screamed, "How is it possible! -"
At the same time, a red light shone brightly in the room. This light did not disappear again, and blood-like light was sprinkled on everyone.
Under the red light, the expressions on the dolls' faces seemed to become ferocious.
On the radio, there was the sound of a woman's angry and unwilling gasping.
The sound of breathing gradually became lower.
"Master Wusheng once said that this doll is not a bad thing, but... it is a blessing from heaven to the Wen family, right..."
"In that case, then... let Wenya keep this doll..."
"Grandma Sun, these dolls were made by your own hands. You go...you go and give them to Wen Ya."
The woman seems to be talking to herself, but they know that the woman is talking to them.
The Taoist priest and Qin Yin looked at each other, and Qin Yin finally moved away from the corner, walked over, and grabbed Wenya's doll in his hand.
Although bathed in the red light, the doll's smile is still like an angel's. Curly black hair rests on both cheeks. On the sole of her right foot, there are two words "Wenya" embroidered in black thread.
Xiaolan heard Qin Yin's footsteps.
She is getting closer.
"Come on, Xiaolan, take it, it looks pretty good."
Xiaolan turned around suddenly and bumped into the baby's face.
Those blue glass eyes glowed with strange colors under the red light.
Then, Xiaolan's sight began to drop.
Fall, fall.
"Eh? What's wrong with you, Xiaolan? Xiaolan?!"
"It's okay," Xiao Lan, who was on the ground, waved, "I feel better squatting on the ground. Sister Xiaoyin, give me the baby."
Xiaolan squatted beside the chair with her knees in her hands, stretched out one hand and quickly took the doll, raised her face, and forced a smile.
"I feel good squatting."
"Hey hey hey... hey hey hey..." A burst of clear laughter from a child came from the radio, "Grandma Sun, is this the doll you gave me? It's so cute... Hey, mom, it's the same as what you just gave me.
That doll looks similar!"
"This...this is the doll..."
"That's great, that's great. I thought the doll slipped away from my hand. Just now I blinked and the doll disappeared. Hey hey hey, now he's back to Wenya again. Wow, there's still something on the soles of its feet.
Ziye, is this its name?"
"Silly boy, this is your name," the woman breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "This is your doll, and that is the name of its owner."
"No! No! What appears on it is its name. It is also called Wenya. It has the same name as me. We are both called Wenya. How wonderful, hehe..."
"Okay... okay, whatever Wenya says it is called, it will be called whatever it is. This is Wenya's doll, and it is also the doll of our Wen family. As long as this is the case..."
"Wenya, you must take care of your baby from now on."
"Well!" The child's voice slowly drifted away, "Wenya will always be with Wenya."
The light in the room turned back to white.
There was a sound of banging tables and chairs.
"Meng Li, what's wrong with Meng Li?" the woman coaxed.
Qiao Nian, who was distracted, suddenly became excited and pricked up his ears expectantly.
I felt so uninvolved in the first half that I almost fell asleep while paddling.
"Mengli also wants her own baby..." The woman was thinking, "This... this... Grandma Sun, otherwise you..."
The woman lowered her voice and seemed to be whispering. After a long while, she increased her voice again and said, "Meng Li also... also has her own doll, which is in Meng Li's room."
Mengli’s room?
Xiaolan squatted and looked left and right.
Is it time to enter the next room?
The ground between the three chairs suddenly moved with a rumble. Qiao Nian and Bao Mu quickly raised their feet, and Xiao Lan also crawled behind the chair with the baby in his arms.
A narrow black hole was exposed on the ground.
"My room is underground?" Qiao Nian leaned forward and looked at the black hole with a look of disbelief.
"Go, Mengli," the woman's voice came faintly and hypnotically, "go, the doll is in your room..."
Qiao Nian stood up from the chair, looked up and gave Jasmine a firm look, and stepped in without saying a word.
He is truly a hero.
Xiaolan stroked the doll's hair vigorously, glad that it was not her.
Jasmine was a little nervous. Just when she was about to get closer to the hole and look down, there was a bang, the ground closed, and the black hole disappeared.
"We came here just to scare her," Qin Yin consoled her verbally, "Maybe the squeaking sound will make Qiao Nian think of what happened in the royal city."
"Ouch!——"
Qiao Nian's scream sounded from next door.
Xiaolan closed her eyes and started chanting sutras.
"She'll be next door so soon," the fool knocked on the wall, "I guess the NPC is waiting for her at the exit."
"Hehehehehehe..." Another burst of laughter from the little girl came from the radio, "Thank you, Auntie, I like this doll very much."
"As long as you like it," the woman laughed dryly, "Well, Mengli, please open the door. Dad, uncle, and aunt all want to see your new doll."
"Well - you guys can figure it out for yourself, hehehehehe..."
There was another burst of laughter, the broadcast ended, and it was time to decrypt.
"Why is Qiaoqiao silent?" Jasmine was lying on the wall.
"It's okay," the fool tried hard to move the stool, but it didn't move. "If I faint, I won't be scared again... Well, didn't we come here in vain?"
"So hurry up and find clues to open the door. Shut up." Qin Yin waved the fool away.
"I found..." Xiaolan, who had been down for a long time, finally said slowly, "After I got the doll, Wenya's voice appeared on the radio, and after Qiao Nian got the doll, Mengli's voice also appeared on the radio.
On the radio, will it happen... As long as we all get our own dolls, our identities can all be returned to the radio, and then we can find out the truth."
"But our doll is on the ground," Jasmine shook the doll in her hand, "Didn't we get it from the beginning, but our voices were not heard on the radio."
"Would that mean...not your real doll?" Qin Yin said mysteriously.
"What do you mean? Fake doll?"
Qin Yin nodded cryptically.
"Who gave us this doll?" Jasmine held up the doll's feet, "Is it...who is it among you?..."