Aoba Office

My thinking is a bit confusing, and there are too many unclear things.

I can't move now, so I can only be dragged all the way, across the threshold, and into another room.

I smelled something and tried to open my eyes, but I didn't see anything.

The man walked into a room inside, but I was left outside.

I tried to float up, but found that my body now had substance and could not move like a ghost at all.

I had to roll twice with difficulty, and finally saw the situation of the house inside.

It should be a room similar to a studio, and someone is coloring those porcelain dolls.

This is easy to understand.

I looked around again, and the houses here seemed to be studios. But compared with modern art studios, this place is not only antique but also very simple and poor.

I saw two broken doors and some rotten and moldy tables and chairs.

The room was not very clean inside and outside. In the corner, there are spider webs.

Those porcelain dolls are not as good as the quantitative products produced by modern technological machine assembly lines. At the same time, these porcelain dolls are not masterpieces of master craftsmanship. This is an ancient small workshop.

Even so, those porcelain dolls look bright and beautiful from a distance.

I heard footsteps behind me, and when I tried to hide away, it was already too late, and I was stepped on by many people.

I was depressed for a while, thinking about what these people did, but when they opened their mouths, I found that I couldn't understand them.

This is not the first time I have encountered this kind of accent and dialect problem.

Especially in such a long-span dream...

I suddenly remembered that cornucopia.

When I was destroying the cornucopia, I heard ancient dialects that I didn't understand, but after a while in the dream, I could understand the meaning.

I tried to calm down and feel it, but I felt nothing.

This made me try to raise my neck and look at the porcelain dolls in that room.

It was because the object possessed by the dream this time was this kind of thing, so... However, the cornucopia was originally just a broken bowl.

Does it have to wait until it is colored before it is complete and then I can understand it?

I waited patiently for a while, but was disappointed to find that the group of people came and left, stepping on me back and forth, and I couldn't understand their language.

After dark, candles were lit in the room.

The craftsmen were still working hard until all the porcelain dolls were colored and taken out to dry.

I was dragged out and laid down outside the airy cabin where the porcelain dolls were hung.

There were few moon and stars in the sky, and the sky showed a beautiful blue color. This is something we cannot see in modern society.

I didn't appreciate it for long before I became distressed.

My dreams are not fast forwarding.

This time I didn't miss a single moment. I lay down outside the cabin for three days.

During the three days, the only thing I did was roll around a few times to clear a path so that people coming in and out of the cabin wouldn't step on me.

I actually thought about rolling a little further like this with great difficulty and taking a look at my surroundings. It's just that I didn't know how long the porcelain doll I possessed would be stored in the cabin. It's going to be taken away. I'm far away, and I might miss a lot of things when I'm being dragged over.

I held on for three days. After three days, the boy who was carrying the porcelain doll in and out of the wooden house finally took out the porcelain doll that I had possessed.

He held a box in his hands.

I tried my best to peek yesterday and confirmed that he used wooden boards to bring the porcelain dolls in to dry, and he used this kind of box to move the porcelain dolls out.

I adjusted myself, being dragged all the way.

As I expected, these finished porcelain dolls are now being sent to stores for sale.

This man didn't ride in a carriage, drive a donkey cart, or push a wheelbarrow. He just walked around holding a box. This was a relief.

The store he wanted to go to was right next door, very close.

However, due to the distance, my body stopped in the small room at the back of the store facade and could not enter the front facade.

The small door leading to the front facade of this small room is really small, even smaller than a modern indoor door. It is impossible for me to roll in.

I faintly heard voices outside, but they were still words I couldn't understand.

This is definitely just the beginning of a dream, and perhaps the beginning of Wu Ling's life. I can only wait patiently.

I originally complained about the time jump in dreams, but now I miss it.

Another three days passed, and I was still lying in that small room. And because of the size of the small room and the furniture in the room, I didn't even have a place to hide, and I was being stepped on every now and then.

On the fourth day, I felt that long-lost pulling force.

I was dragged through the wall, then felt an acceleration and rushed out diagonally.

I only had time to glance at the shop front, so I passed through a few walls, glanced twice at the shop next door, and landed on the road.

Talking about the road, something is inappropriate.

This is a stone road.

I could hear the clatter of horses' hooves and the rolling of wheels ahead.

After a while, the power stopped.

I turned around hard, trying to see clearly what was ahead.

There was indeed a carriage parked in front, and after a while, two girls walking out of the shop next to them, talking and laughing. There are obvious differences in the way the two girls dress. The one in plain clothes held a box in his hand.

After the two of them got on the carriage, I was pulled along as soon as the carriage started moving.

The next process was another ordeal.

Although I felt no pain, I was dragged along by the stop-and-go carriage until I entered a house, where I was temporarily relieved.

It was the girl who bought the porcelain doll. She placed the porcelain doll in her boudoir, and I was left in the courtyard, within a certain range.

After I sorted out my thoughts, I rolled around the yard a few times to confirm the situation of the yard.

Based on my limited experience of watching period films, this girl must have a very well-off family.

After observing for a few days, I still couldn't understand what they said, but I could feel that the girl was a gentle and quiet girl. It's hard to tell whether she's kind or not, but at least she's very well-educated.

Wu Ling should be safe now.

I couldn't help but think of Lu Qiaolan.

Could it be that Wu Ling was born because of this girl?

Or is it that Wu Ling is this girl, but something happened that caused the girl's body to die and her soul to live in the body of the porcelain doll?

I was thinking wildly, and when I saw someone coming in, I wanted to roll closer to the house and listen to the wall.

During the scrolling process, I suddenly felt relaxed all over and stopped subconsciously.

I moved my hands and my body became a little stiff, but the rope on my body did disappear.

I was so happy that I jumped up from the ground and shook my hands and feet.

ha! Really free!

Although I don’t know what happened, I can move freely this way!

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I felt the scene around me change.

I stood indoors, facing the bed where the girl was lying dying.

On the small cabinet next to the girl's bed, the porcelain doll that looked very rough to me looked evil. The peeling paint on its face formed an evil smile.

Update 24.

Good night everyone~