Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

He fell heavily to the floor.

Right in the living room.

"what…"

The short groan of pain came after he landed on the ground. Although he was not old, his body, which had been sedentary and rarely exercised, could not stand up and run like he did in high school or college after falling down and hitting his pants.

he…

I can't stand up anymore.

Looking at the empty ceiling and the glass cabinet above his head, the young man was a little scared. Could it be... such a coincidence that he fell and became paralyzed?

He struggled to raise his head.

There is no problem with the cervical spine.

He tried again to sit up by supporting himself on the floor - no, his arms were numb.

It looks like he fell on his waist or back.

I have no feeling in my legs or toes. Not even numbness.

Like a patient with high spinal cord injury.

Oh no.

The young man glanced at the sofa not far away - a black mobile phone was sitting there peacefully in the crack of the sofa, lighting up from time to time, popping up a prompt of an app, and then going out; lighting up, and going out.

Even if there is a call now, he can't answer it.

He had watched many videos of sudden deaths among contemporary young people, and occasionally learned the Heimlich maneuver out of curiosity - this was all nonsense. Now he was paralyzed in the room alone, unable to move. Who would come to save him?

"save…"

A little shameful.

The man wanted to shout for help, but before he could finish his cry he put out the fire himself.

Try to see if you can move again, and don’t cause trouble to others.

He took a deep breath and raised his neck with all his strength, as if hope and prayer would allow the person in Ise Shrine to help him - but it was still in vain.

He only moved his neck, and his body seemed dead.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

He began to experience choking and dizziness.

The ceiling was spinning uncontrollably, and it was not that his respiratory tract was blocked, but that it was completely closed - the most he could do was breathe oxygen into his nostrils, but there was no way for it to enter his lungs.

then…

He was getting more and more sick.

The eyes are dark.

Thirty-five seconds after the fall, he passed out.

The last sight stopped at the top of the glass cabinet——

There was a group of porcelain dolls looking down.

Chapter 4 Falling, Breaking, and Saving People

The young man fainted.

He's not a doctor, so of course he doesn't know why.

The porcelain dolls on the top of the cabinet are not doctors, so they don't know. But if this continues, this young life will wither before their eyes.

trouble.

Why don't you just call for help?

Even if no one responds after you shout a few times, you still have to do it.

Really.

The purple porcelain doll's facial features were very vividly squeezed together, and it was angry. It looked down for the last time and turned around - to be more precise, it turned around with its round bottom as the center.

To the few of his kind behind him.

The voice is unexpectedly young.

"He's really causing trouble." A shrill voice of a boy about five or six years old said, "He works all the time. He's so stupid that he can even fall to his death while washing his hands."

"Not dead yet." Another green doll answered. This one's voice was more mature: "Just unconscious."

coma.

What's the difference between that and being dead?

The purple doll rubbed his hairless porcelain head and said, "He's pretty good. Although his life is boring, he's not afraid of us. I thought we could take root here."

Now it seemed that their master was going to die, and they would have to lead a life of wandering again - perhaps they would even be forced to separate.

so annoying.

"I just said, finish it sooner, finish it sooner."

The purple doll that was complaining seemed to have some status among these creatures, even though his voice was young. When he lost his temper, only the crimson one dared to interrupt.

“Everyone has done their best.”

Said crimson.

It's the voice of a mature woman.

"We have to test it out first before we can hold the ceremony." She didn't refute directly, but twisted her body and rubbed against the purple doll that didn't want to talk to anyone because it was angry. "Everyone is already very tight on time."

"If it weren't for the sudden accident today, it would have been completed in another week."

The crimson color comforted the purple doll, but she herself had a frown on her face.

This owner...

"We can't shout, this is the loudest sound - do you remember the residents next door?" The crimson porcelain doll tried her best to find a solution for the fainted young man: "I remember they were a family of three? It seems that the child just started elementary school."

"so what."

The crimson doll has long and thin eyebrows, and I don't know if it is due to her natural gender or the depiction of the craft. Her eyes are also much prettier than the dolls next to her, and her eyelashes blink like small brushes.

"Families with children are very alert. Unlike this one, they will pay attention to the surrounding neighbors and living environment. For example, quarrels, strange faces coming in and out--"

There was also the sound of something being smashed.

They might not knock on the door to check, but at least they would call the police, right?

Families with children who are afraid of being implicated.

“Smashing things…?”

The dark brown doll had the voice of a middle-aged man, and it sounded steady.

It is also the largest in size.

"It's not what I thought."

He frowned. "Are you going to do this? Take us with you?"

The crimson doll pursed its thin lips drawn with ink: "He will die."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. What does the life and death of humans have to do with us?"

"At worst, I can just move!" The purple doll yelled, "I like my purple color. Impossible!"

The dolls were silent.

The crimson female doll said gently, "It's not you, it's me." She looked at the large, older brown doll and said, "Perhaps, I am enough. Will the loud shattering sound attract attention?"

She didn't wait for Brown to speak, and turned her body again, looking at the purple boy doll: "If he fainted in the bedroom, it would be fine - but now he is here, we can't move drastically where there are humans."

"We don't even have the strength to go down and call an ambulance for him. I can only move a few centimeters at most."

"Even if you don't like him, don't forget that the ceremony is already halfway done - his life and death are important to us."

The red doll is meaningful: "If he dies..."

“We were then transferred to a new residence…”

"Maybe it's not as good as here."

The purple doll was silent for a while, then moved reluctantly.

It's considered a nod.

"What do you think we should do?"

Crimson proposed a plan: "First it's me, then it's you." She looked at the largest brown one and said, "Don't jump all at once. Make the sound every five to ten seconds and try to attract the attention of the neighbors."

Be thankful that the man living here doesn't have much money and the rented house has poor sound insulation.

This miraculously opened up a way for him to survive.

The crimson porcelain doll looked around at her companions:

"As long as any one of us is alive, we won't be completely dead - so, you, if we all jump in the end and no one comes to check." She was referring to the purple one.

"Just don't move," she said. "The worst that can happen is that we can move to another place and grow out of your body again."

The purple voice muttered, "I wasn't planning on jumping anyway."

"Don't be angry," Crimson comforted him, "Humans are not our enemies. If there is a way, we must save them. As long as one of us is left alive, we will not perish."

Whatever you say.

The purple doll turned around, leaving her with a large area of ​​purple back.

"That."

"Are you ready?"

The female porcelain dolls arranged their jumping order. Except for the purple one which did not jump to prevent them from actually dying, the other five dolls were lined up in a long line.

Standing on top of the glass case, the view is both cute and eerie.

"Me first."

The crimson doll didn't say anything else. It took one last look at the purple doll, then struggled to mobilize its strength and moved its body to the edge of the glass cabinet.

Fall outwards.

Falling from a height.

Snap.

The china shattered on the floor.

Her face was broken in half from the middle, and her body was torn into pieces. Her once lively eyes became dull and lifeless, and her lovely face became a bunch of rigid, sharp, useless pieces of porcelain garbage.

The sound only lasted for a short while before disappearing into the quiet night.

The largest brown sighed.

"I hope what we did can really save him."

It didn't take long for the young man to faint and for them to argue and come up with a plan. Hopefully... everything they did would be useful. Hopefully they could really save this young life.

Brown jumped down.

Snap.

The bigger the body, the louder the voice. This voice is much louder than the crimson doll just now - maybe the neighbors can definitely hear it?

The dark green doll behind Brown waited for a while.

Until it heard a tentative knock on the door.

"Mr. Matsuda...?"

It was a woman's voice.