Alien Hotel

Yu Sheng felt that he felt a lot more relaxed after having his heart and lungs ripped out by that frog.

Just like now, he woke up from a strange dream that didn't look right no matter how he looked at it. He opened a strange locked room and found a talking oil painting. There was even something evil hidden in this oil painting. No matter what, he is still very calm.

He even took a step forward, took the oil painting off the wall, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

The frame was quite heavy, and the texture in his hand made it appear valuable. After careful observation, he discovered that the surface of the dark frame was covered with complex and exquisite patterns, and the patterns seemed to be some kind of continuous writing. The written words are cleverly connected and twisted into a vine-like structure, and are finally connected seamlessly with the patterns on the edge of the picture.

Yu Sheng didn't understand painting or art, but he felt that this thing must be valuable.

The guy hiding deep in the painting still refused to show up, but the skirt in the corner of the picture was slightly pulled back.

Yu Sheng tried to look sideways at the inside of the picture, but saw nothing.

"I know you're in there," he shook the heavy frame and said to the painting, "You're lying to yourself by hiding it now."

There was a little rustling movement from the corner of the screen, but there was no response.

Yu Sheng put the picture frame on the ground, squatted down and took out a lighter from his pocket.

He lit the flame and came close to the frame, expressionless: "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll light this thing."

Two or three seconds later, a soft and childish voice came from the oil painting: "...it's just an ordinary flame. That thing is useless against weird entities."

But Yu Sheng was sure that he could hear a guilty conscience in this voice.

So he lit the flame directly on the corner of the frame: "Oh, then I'll try to light it -"

The scream sounded almost at the same time as he lit the fire: "Don't! You are so serious!!"

Yu Sheng extinguished the lighter instantly, and then he saw a figure hurriedly jumping out from the edge of the picture that looked like thorns, flowers and vines.

It was a girl, wearing a complicated and gorgeous Gothic black dress, with a hairpin decorated with white lace on her head. She had long black hair, skin as white as snow, cute appearance, but also a pair of heterogeneous scarlet pupils. ——The eyes were wide open at this moment, looking straight at Yu Sheng, as if confirming whether the humans outside the frame would really burn the painting.

Yu Sheng admitted that he was startled when the girl suddenly jumped into the center of the picture.

Although the girl in the painting is not scary if you look closely, and is even very beautiful, with such a gloomy and dim background and such a sudden appearance, anything that pops up on the screen will actually be scary, let alone The girl also had a pair of eyes that looked like they were soaked in blood. She then came closer to the painting and pressed her face completely onto the canvas. Those eyes almost filled the entire painting, making it look even weirder. no.

"Don't light the fire," the girl's voice came from the oil painting, "This is the only place I live."

"You step back first," Yu Sheng subconsciously kept a little distance from the oil painting. Somehow, he always felt that the other person's scarlet eyes were extremely evil. When he stared at this side, the red color seemed like It has to gradually seep into his memory and thinking. The more he looks at it, the harder it is to erase it from his heart. However, in order to maintain the upper hand in the conversation, he forced himself not to look away, "I don't need to light a fire."

"Oh." The girl in the painting was very easy to discuss. She didn't seem to notice Yu Sheng's strange behavior for a moment. She nodded and returned to the center of the painting, sat down on the chair covered with thick red velvet, and then She bent down again, grabbed a stuffed teddy bear that she had just thrown on the ground, and held it in her arms. She just sat on the chair and continued to stare at Yu Sheng's movements.

The Goth girl holding a teddy bear and sitting on a red velvet chair - in a daze, Yu Sheng felt that he saw the original "normal" picture of this "oil painting".

Then he frowned slightly and noticed something strange in the picture.

He noticed the girl's exposed wrist, which had an obvious... spherical structure.

There is no way human joints can grow like this.

That’s what dolls are like!

Probably because the gaze outside the picture was too obvious, the girl in the picture twisted her body unnaturally, frowned and looked at Yu Sheng: "Why are you staring at me?"

Yu Sheng opened his mouth. At first he wanted to ask about the other person's wrist joints, but he stopped the question abruptly before he opened his mouth. He didn't know much about this "world", and rashly asking about things involving the extraordinary realm might cause trouble. He exposed his shortcomings, so he changed the question at the end of the conversation: "...Who are you? Why are you here?"

The girl in the painting obviously hesitated, but after a moment she still answered Yu Sheng's question.

"My name is Erin," she adjusted her sitting position slightly, as if to make herself look more serious, "I come from the 'Alice Cabin' and am a member of Alice's dolls...but that was a long time ago. ”

Doll?

Yu Sheng noticed this word keenly, and at the same time, he subconsciously glanced at the ball joint structure on "Irene's" wrist that was obviously different from human beings. Then, his focus was on the words that the other party mentioned very naturally. On two words:

"Alice's Cabin" and "Alice's Dolls".

What does this mean? He understands dolls, and as for talking dolls and lively dolls in oil paintings, he can rely on his imagination and openness to accept them, but that "Alice"... what is it?

That cabin sounds like a place name, or it may be an organization named after a place name, and "Alice's Dolls"...sounds like a collective name for some kind of group?

The girl in the oil painting in front of me is one of a large group of people who call themselves "Alice's Dolls"?

As soon as the ideas in Yu Sheng's mind opened up, he couldn't hold them back for a moment, and his ability to associate began to surge all the way——

Is there more than one like her? Another group? Are they all hanging in every house like her? The house price is so high that you still occupy a house, lock the door and don't open it, and laugh at the owner for not having a key, but in fact a lighter can scare you...?

...I always feel that the main purpose of this organization's existence is a bit mysterious...

Probably because Yu Sheng had been silent for a long time, Irene finally couldn't help but speak: "Why did you suddenly stop talking... You're not still thinking about lighting a fire, are you?!"

"Let me ask you something." Yu Sheng suddenly raised his head, and the seriousness in his expression startled the girl in the painting.

"Ah... you say."

Yu Sheng looked serious: "Is the 'Alice's House' you mentioned specializing in taking orders and suppressing housing prices?"

Erin: "...Huh?"

"If someone pays for it, you will hang yourself in other people's homes, occupy the room and lie on the floor, steal music in the middle of the night and lock the door during the day. The purpose is to drive down the housing prices in the community - it is equivalent to hanging yourself at the door of the property to stabilize housing prices. Add bricks to help..."

Irene stared with scarlet eyes, and it took nearly half a minute to finally catch up with Yu Sheng's crazy train of thought, and figured out what the man holding a lighter in front of her meant, and she suddenly looked annoyed: " You...you can insult me, but you can't insult the ancestor of dolls and my sisters! I...we are a very powerful..."

"Then why are you hanging it in my house!" Yu Sheng interrupted the girl in the painting with a glare, "The door is still locked! Oh, yes, and the dream I had before, was it also your fault? And that smile that deserves a beating..."

He asked a series of questions, taking advantage of his anger to appear aggressive, but after asking he felt a little weak. He thought of the frog on the rainy night, and always felt that the oil painting in front of him, which looked the same evil, should be something equally dangerous. This The doll in the painting who calls herself "Irene" seems easy to talk to now, but maybe her face will change in the next second and she will get angry and kill him in front of the painting...

But he soon got rid of this guilty conscience, because he remembered that nothing serious happened after the frog "joyed" him, but he just died once, and he could be frightened with a lighter. Could the puppet in the painting be able to eat itself?

Yu Sheng is now very open-minded. The world is already so evil anyway, and he has experienced happiness to death again. Now he doesn't want to have so many worries anymore. He just wants to understand what is going on with the many evil things around him... …Let’s start with this painting.

And "Eileen" was easier to talk to than he thought.

The doll in the painting did not get angry, nor did she pick up the stuffed teddy bear in her arms and hit Yusheng in the face. Faced with a series of aggressive questions, she just shrank in the chair, and her face was actually a little bit... ...guilt.

"I...this was an accident. I wasn't like this before." She twisted her body uneasily, squeezing the teddy bear in her arms out of shape. "I was in an accident a long time ago and was blocked here." In the painting, the connection with other dolls has also been lost..."

She raised her head again and looked at the room outside the painting.

"As for why I'm at your house... I don't know. I'm trapped in a painting, and I can't decide where to hang it... It's really not like you bought me when you went to an art exhibition one day. Come back and hang it on the wall?”

Yu Sheng: "..."