Even if she didn't say 'those people' clearly, Sicheng could still tell who she was referring to.

The siren of the ambulance gradually faded away. Xia Lingge looked at the pool of blood on the ground and the criminals rounded up by the police. His eyes paused and passed over them, and finally landed on the green belt across the road. It is said to be a green belt, but the early winter wind has already blown away all the green leaves. Even the withered, lifeless yellow leaves cannot escape the fate of becoming soil nutrients.

And just between the overlapping dead branches, a tattered doll was hanging there precariously. Xia Lingge opened the dead branches and took the doll into his hand. The body was dilapidated, as if it had been crushed by something. It reveals some kind of desolation and pity.

When I think of the little policeman lying in a pool of blood and the criminal who didn't know anything but suddenly made a mistake, it shows a bit of provocation.

"Did they do it on purpose?"

Xia Lingge didn't think the appearance of the doll was accidental or an accident of careless neglect, especially since the rules of the game were spreading in some secret way.

"Ah."

Sicheng did not use uncertain words such as 'should' or 'maybe' to deal with her, but answered her questions seriously and with an extremely sure look in his eyes.

Xia Lingge nodded and looked at the dilapidated doll lying in the palm of his hand quietly. He carefully and carefully put it into the pocket in his arms: "So it was them who did the evil first and broke the rules of reality. Then no matter what we do next, Everything is taken for granted."

Sicheng looked unclear: "Yes."

"Okay." Xia Lingge looked at the gray sky, "Let's get started."

……

A post quickly spread all over the Internet.

#The life you share with your doll#
The content is a video. "Good afternoon everyone."

A man wearing black clothes, black trousers, a black hat, and an evil ghost mask on his face appears in the video. His voice is a hoarse voice that has been specially processed and has echoes, except for the scarlet inscriptions on both sides of the eyes on the evil ghost mask. Stripes, no special decorations, and the background is pitch black.

"I'm Demon, you can also call me D."

His voice reached everyone's ears.

Mobile phone screens, computer terminals, and even the large screens used to display advertisements on Plaza Street are all Demon's solo videos at this moment.

Whether male or female, young or old,

Regardless of status or class,

Everyone stopped their work or entertainment and stared at the video that suddenly appeared on the screen with fear or fun in their hearts.

"You may be wondering why this video appears, or you may be curious about what the 'I' who appears inexplicably in this video will say and do for your amusement. Don't worry, everyone, before I tell you my purpose. Please recall the posts you saw two days ago.”

"Do you still remember those two posts related to dolls?"

As if to help them all have a comprehensive memory, posts about dolls and bustling comments below popped up in front of the screen, and some comments about the dark side of horror were completely smudged by the bright red color, which was particularly eye-catching against the black background.

"I will only say the next words once. No matter men, women, old or young, no matter rich or poor, no matter professional class, I hope everyone will remember it, especially you in front of the screen."


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