owlsbooks Chapter 168 Death Game (7)
Chapter 168 Death Game (7)
Chapter 168 Death Game (7)
The little girl pursed her lips. She didn't know if what she thought was useful for deciphering, so she could only try her best to think clearly about all possible doubts.
——Looking at him with a smile.
This is also easy to understand, there should be no special metaphors, Barbie, dolls, SD dolls...all dolls laugh, so little girls must also laugh.
What about the rest of the lyrics?Does it have a special meaning?
Time passed gradually, and the minimum time limit of 3 minutes was getting closer and closer. The little girl racked her brains, her hair was soaked in cold sweat, but she still felt that her thoughts were blocked and she couldn't see a way out.
Doll, doll.
Don't be too scared,
I will teach you how to make it.
The repetition of the first two sentences can be ignored, just look at the remaining few sentences.
"Are you scared?They are only seven or eight years old, innocent and naive, but they have to face the threat and fear brought by the murderer, anyone would be afraid.
Could it be "don't be too scared"?
The little girl glanced at the doll that was gradually going crazy, her body trembled, and the twisted door behind her had disappeared. She silently retracted her gaze, moved to the corner of the wall little by little, and curled her body into a petite and soft ball.
In this situation, it is estimated that only people with a brain twitch will not be afraid.
system:"……"
It was a familiar posture, and a familiar cowardice.
The little girl bit her white fingertips habitually, and frowned in thought. Could it be... the metaphor is actually hidden in the three words "make it"?
"No," the system retorted her: "Have you forgotten how that unlucky boy died? Turning into a puppet, isn't it considered a production?"
Hearing what the system said, Gu Yiyi looked up at the corner of the wall where the boy died, it was not too far away from her, it happened to be nearby.
The little girl thought for a while, and before 3 minutes had passed, she gritted her teeth and rushed out of the gap between the dolls.
He even brought out the candle in the corner and threw it on the doll's clothes.
The candle flame spread to the top of the cloth in an instant. The clothes of the dolls were gorgeous, but they were also flammable.
She didn't care about the screaming puppet girls, but squatted down, and was about to reach out to touch him, when she suddenly remembered something, and her white and delicate fingertips paused in the air.
Looking at the boy's staring eyes, the little girl couldn't help recalling the last line of the lyrics in her mind.
Finally fill with white cotton...
She gritted her teeth, took out the suicide blade in her previous life from the space, gently pressed the blade against the boy's pale skin, and slashed downward with trembling fingertips.
呲——
Large pieces of snow-white fluffy cotton protruded from the skin cut, no blood, no flesh, no bone.
Only cotton.
The blade slipped from the palm of his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The little girl took a few steps back, her body trembling slightly, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes instantly became pale as paper.
The last two lines of lyrics should be read backwards when deciphering.
Cotton has been added to the body of the doll, but how can you see it?Naturally, it is skinned and boned, and the skin is cut open.
but……
The little girl looked around, and more than three minutes had passed. The only good news was that although she exceeded the minimum time limit of the system, she was still alive.
And the bad news is-every second, the puppets who are pissed off by her will pounce on her and tear her to pieces at any time.
Even if she found the hidden meaning of all the sentences, there was still no way out.
The system reminded: "There is still one minute and twenty-seven seconds, and it will be 5 minutes."
way of life.
Where exactly?
What kind of weird brains are you all, to kill yourself?Make yourself a puppet? ?
(End of this chapter)