Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

There is a Doll Street in the old town of Inisel City, where there are a large number of doll and figurine-related shops of different types and grades.

After parking the car in a small open-air parking lot a few streets away from the Doll Street, Night Crow did not take out the car key (it could not be taken out), closed the car door, walked a hundred meters and swiped a shared bicycle.

There was no way, it was an old town, and parking was difficult.

…

There happened to be a shared bicycle station at the corner of the entrance of the Doll Street. Night Crow returned the bicycle and started shopping from the traditional string puppet shop at the corner with great interest.

From the afternoon to the sunset, and then to the sunset, Night Crow received a small bag full of receipts and stepped into the last ball-jointed doll shop at the end of the street with extremely poor lighting and quite old decoration.

As soon as the back foot stepped over the high and severely worn wooden threshold, Night Crow's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

…

Darkness.

"Hmm?" The clone's consciousness suddenly fell silent, Lenari's attention briefly shifted from the large book "The Poison of Faith", and a tentacle scratched the top of the "trunk" in the center of the irregular tentacle group.

After a moment of hesitation, Lenari decided to let the clone go with the flow without any burden, and then "buried his head" in studying the late-stage Purifier textbook at hand.

...

Night Crow woke up faintly.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Yo! The newcomer woke up!"

"Wake up~ Wake up~"

"Woo woo woo..."

"Hahahaha..."

"..."

Fragmented, noisy, and different voices came one after another, rushing towards Night Crow.

Night Crow found that his eyes were open.

In front of him was a dark, unfamiliar indoor environment with only a faint light source from nowhere, a black and white checkered floor, and a row of tall, neat wooden shelves.

On the shelf, ball-jointed dolls of different styles were leaning here and there, filling up the long wooden grids.

Night Crow moved her body, but failed as expected.

Obviously, she has now become one of those dolls.

A shrill voice sounded from the next room that Night Crow could not see: "Newcomer, newcomer, what's your name? What do you do? How old are you? Are you married? Do you have children?"

"..." Night Crow, who had not yet mastered the "speaking" method, felt that he was full of black lines and was a little suffocated.

"Oh! I almost forgot that you are a newcomer, and you can't speak for the time being. I'm telling you! Back then, I...balabala..."

The next door to Night Crow was talking endlessly and to himself.

Not only next door, but also up and down, left and right, front and back, shrill, unrecognizable voices began to speak their own words one after another, far or near.

The same timbre and different intonations of pronunciation mixed together, making it noisy and difficult to hear clearly, and making people particularly irritated.

"Be quiet——" Night Crow made a sharp roar with mental power, which was not surprisingly drowned in the chaotic sound waves of the same timbre.

Tsk.

Night Crow curled his lips in his heart and gave up communicating with these victims who were mostly locked up and crazy.

...

Dark area.

Lenari roughly browsed the information that Kampers asked from the logistics team, and decisively called Wang·Anti-Architecture Special Attack·Bao.

The strange story "Human Doll Museum", a ball-jointed doll exhibition hall floating in a different space, often has its entrances and exits randomly embedded between human buildings without any violation, appearing in the form of various old shops, "preying" on the living people who accidentally stepped into it.

So far, all the living people who entered the strange story "Human Doll Museum" have become dolls without exception. In the sense of mysticism, they have never died, but they are not considered alive either.

…

The entrance and exit of the strange story "Doll House" usually only move at midnight.

Late at night, Wang Bao, wearing a pair of sunglasses on his nose, swaggered with his hands behind his back, stepped on the too-high classical wooden threshold, and stepped into the dark old store.

…

At 10 o'clock in the evening, all the shops on the Doll Street were closed except the one at the end of the street, and the whole street was silent.

Suddenly, the deep old store at the end of the street, which seemed to have not turned on the lights and forgotten to close the door, swelled up magically like a two-dimensional inflatable special effect, and became fat like a ball in a few breaths.

Suddenly, the "balloon" broke a hole, and some fragments were sprayed out with violent airflow and scattered all over the ground.

The husky puppy was sprayed out while spinning, and hit the covered trash can on the side of the road in a head-down posture.

When Wang Bao struggled to get out of the trash can with a few banana peels on his head and looked back, the deep old store had disappeared, and only a mottled brick wall with most of the wall peeling off was left.

"Wang?" Wang Bao, who was in a mess, tilted his head and looked at the ordinary brick wall in confusion.

After a while, HashiThe puppy remembered the business, shook his fur for a second to clean it, and dug a paw in his fluffy tail, pulling out a ball-jointed doll that was less than 20cm tall and had extremely delicate details.

Still unable to move, Night Crow passively looked at the enlarged close-up of the husky's head in front of him, and helplessly spoke with mental power: "Go back first... See if Talos has any solution."

"Okay, Wang!" Wang Bao stood at attention and saluted, the electric fan ran for two seconds, and suddenly jumped into the void.

...

No. 4, Golden Rose Community.

Talos poked the mini Night Crow, who was placed on the dining table and sitting with his back against the vase, and told the truth: "My attributes do not involve this aspect... There is no way."

"As expected..." Night Crow sighed, and decisively activated the dark mark between his eyebrows.

The power of darkness poured in, and under the deliberate pollution of the main body, Night Crow's proportional doll body, which was only one-tenth of its original size, began to alienate.

After a while, the mini Night Crow stood up with the vase, tried to walk two steps, and began to tidy up the messy dress.

"How do you feel?" Talos asked curiously, lying on the dining table, staring at the mini Night Crow doll.

"Now? Nothing... except that everything around me is magnified." Night Crow took out a folding comb from a women's shoulder bag and said while combing the tangled long hair.

"But you don't look human now..." Talos blinked.

"Indeed not." Night Crow, who was struggling with the long hair, said, "This hair has obviously become some kind of simulated material..."

Talos blinked again.

On the side, Lively, who also took the initiative to wash the dishes and sweep the floor, mop the floor and throw away the garbage today, looked tangled and hesitated.

Lively's presence was too obvious, Night Crow turned around and looked at him, saying, "It's late, you should go home."

Hearing these words of expulsion, Lively finally couldn't help asking, "Can you change back?"

"In fact," Night Crow said, "the 'dollization' of the ghost story 'Doll House' directly rewrites the underlying attributes, and the statement of 'changing back' is not valid."

"Then those victims are..." Lively said anxiously.