Chapter 75: Colorful City 4 I never expected that I would be in a terrifying...

The tall black door was pushed open, and An Rao followed Papa into the room. The door immediately closed tightly behind him with a creaky sound. The loud echo of the door closing made the room seem even more empty.

This is a round room without windows. The dome is very high. The interior of the room still maintains the same gorgeous decorative style as the castle, but the room can be said to be very spacious and at the same time very crowded. There are few pieces of furniture in the room, only a chair and a table, but the entire circular wall of the room is densely packed with countless life-size dolls.

The puppets were well made, much like the BJD dolls in the real world. The clothes on each puppet were very gorgeous and exquisite, but the faces were obviously mass-produced because they were all exactly the same. An Rao stood in the middle of the room, looking at the whole circle of identical expressionless and empty faces in front of him, and his hair stood on end.

"Don't worry, you may also be able to make such exquisite dolls in the near future." Papa had been standing behind Anrao before. He was holding a tape measure in his hand and was looking Anrao up and down slowly and with great interest, like a hunter looking at his prey, full of appreciation.

"A qualified puppeteer needs to keep in mind that although each puppet looks very similar in appearance, they actually have very subtle differences. You will feel this more and more clearly later," Papa slowly unfolded the tape measure in his hand and stared at the back of An Rao's neck. "Now, please stretch your arms."

A hint of coolness passed from the fingertips of An Rao's left hand to the fingertips of his right hand.

"Very good," Papa looked at the data displayed by the tape measure with satisfaction, "Now please stand up straight and look forward."

"Some people would say that dolls are just dolls. Dolls can never be compared to real people, so there is no need to make dolls so delicate." As he spoke, Papa unfolded a tape measure and tightly wrapped it around An Rao's neck. With just a little force, An Rao could be strangled to death. "I don't think so. Dolls also have lives, so they can help me protect the citizens of the entire Colorful City."

"Doll's skin." Papa's hand stroked Anrao's thin cheek.

"Doll's hair." The hands decorated with jewel rings slid into Anrao's soft hair again.

"The skeleton of a doll." The cold and wet hand slid across An Ran's straight and beautiful collarbone.

"Even the doll's pulse." Papa's fingertips, which had a special sense of touch, rested on the carotid artery in Anrao's neck, and he carefully felt the pulsation of Anrao's blood vessels.

Papa's hand reminded An Rao of a cold and damp reptile, lurking in a dark and damp corner, observing him closely.

The tape measure recorded An Rao's physical data inch by inch. Papa fiddled with An Rao as if he was studying a puppet, from the temples, to the earlobes, to the tip of the nose, to the lips, to the chin, to the Adam's apple, to the side of the neck, to the collarbone, to the chest circumference, to his narrow waist, and even the unspeakable private parts were carefully measured by Papa's tape measure.

The humiliation and objectification of being played with carefully made An Rao's heart frenzy. It was as if his heart was a piece of soft and smooth silk fabric, but was scratched repeatedly by an ungrateful cat and eventually turned into a furry monster. Papa was like a perverted and patient superior who used his authority and irresistible majesty to ravage, play with and torture an ant at will.

But he acted so serious, as if he was doing something extremely important.

An Rao, who was concentrating on fighting against his rebellious emotions, suddenly had a distraction in his mind and began to worry about Bai Chuan. Such a calm and noble person, can he tolerate what happened in this room? Will he kill this Papa who is not sure whether he is an NPC or a boss in anger?

"Very good!" Papa raised his eyebrows in surprise and praised, looking at An Rao with a look of surprise, "You are actually a prezioso!"

As he spoke, Papa raised his hands and clapped twice. A black-clad butler who had appeared in the room at some point walked mechanically to An Rao with a silver tray. On the tray was a white Rococo-style puffy skirt inlaid with luxurious lace, and even a pair of matching white lace gloves and lace stockings.

"This is a gift I carefully prepared for you, my beauty. It suits you very well." Papa looked at Anrao with a smile, "Put it on. You can only wear it in the castle from now on."

"This..." An Rao looked at the clothes handed to him, feeling disgusted as if he had eaten a fly, "Won't it affect the speed at which I learn to make dolls?"

"Oh, my dear child, no," Papa's gray eyes showed no emotion. "I'll prepare many sets of the same clothes for you. If they break, you can just replace them with new ones. This is nothing to the Holy Light Castle."

"So what should I do next?" An Rao touched the clothes in his hands. The soft texture did not make him feel better at all. "Become a drag queen?"

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you to wear it to my dinner party." Papa said with a smile. The smile on his face was so standard that it made people feel hypocritical. Yes, hypocritical. The expression on Papa's face was a kind of fakeness that separated the skin from the flesh. It was a standard smile with the skin but not the flesh.

"Okay, I've finished my inspection. You can go back to your room." Papa tapped the floor with his cane, and the pseudo-human puppet that looked like a butler walked gracefully to An Rao and made a "please" gesture. A door suddenly appeared on the wall full of dolls, and the butler led An Rao towards the door.

Therefore, I can’t go out and see Baichuan and Su Ming anymore. An Rao followed the fake housekeeper and walked towards the door under Papa’s gaze.

Outside the door was a deep corridor with torches lit on both sides. The butler walked silently, while An Rao's footsteps echoed in the corridor. Amid the rhythmic footsteps, he began to try hard to recall everything that had just happened.

The dazzling array of dolls with the same face crowded in the circular room, making it impossible for him to determine the exact location of the door that suddenly appeared. In addition, there were no special items on both sides of this corridor that could be used for positioning except torches. He had not even passed a door, so An Rao could only start counting torches.

one two three……

When he counted to the fourteenth torch, the pseudo-butler stopped and pushed open another door that suddenly appeared.

"Please come in." The fake butler in a colorful tuxedo finally spoke. His voice was very strange, as if he was trying hard to imitate a real person but always falling short. It sounded very uncomfortable.

An Rao looked in the direction where the butler was standing. He didn't know when they were standing at the end of a corridor. There was a narrow stone staircase next to the door, which was in line with the architectural positioning of an ancient castle.

He followed the silent butler upstairs. After turning around twice and passing through four doors, the butler finally stopped and bowed politely to An Rao: "This is your room, please come in."

The third floor, the fifth door, is where An Rao will live next.

"Excuse me, do other people live here too?" An Rao asked politely.

"Sorry, I don't know." The butler bowed, then stood aside with his mouth shut and eyes downcast, as if he would not leave unless An Rao came in.

It seemed that as an apprentice, it would be difficult for him to get anything out of the butler's puppet, so An Rao resigned himself to his fate and opened the door.

This is a room with the same extravagant and gorgeous style as the castle lobby, and it even has a separate bathroom! It can be seen that the castle attaches great importance to the mood of the guests, and all the supplies in the room are equipped with super five-star hotel standards. If it weren't for the stiff pseudo-man butler outside the door who constantly reminds me that this is a horror game, the comfortable and luxurious room would almost make me feel like I am the beloved prince or princess in the castle.

An Rao finally saw his current appearance in the bathroom mirror. His hair was matted because of blood stains, his shirt and skin were stained with sweat, blood, and black ash from the fire, and he had all kinds of cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his body. Even his chin was faintly blue because of his beard. With this appearance, Papa was able to play with him for a long time without changing his expression, and finally gave him a very high evaluation.

"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on the door.

"who?"

"Papa wants you to wash up and change your clothes, and meet him in the dining room at six o'clock this evening," the pseudo-butler said Papa's orders in a half-human, half-mechanical voice outside the door, "Papa doesn't like apprentices who are late."

"But I don't know how to get to the restaurant." An Rao showed weakness. It would be best if he could find out the route. Once he knew the route, he would be able to find an opportunity to meet other people.

"It's okay, I'm your personal butler, I'll take you there." The butler bowed slightly.

Very good, and under house arrest. Obviously, it is not difficult to imagine that in the Holy Light Castle where the labor cost of driving puppets to work is zero, Papa should have equipped each apprentice with a puppet butler to monitor and imprison the players.

"Thank you." An Rao agreed politely, but he thought to himself that it was not good. If everyone had a butler, it would be too difficult to do things under the butler's nose.

"You're welcome." After that, there was no sound outside the door again.

An Rao waited for a long time, and after making sure that there was no sound outside the door, he gently turned the door open, and then came nose to nose with the housekeeper's fake face.

An Rao: ...

"What can I do for you?" the butler asked.

An Rao smiled awkwardly at the housekeeper and immediately closed the door. Although the scene was very scary, he had just experienced a haunted house and a circus, so his threshold for horror was still at a very high level and he was not really scared.

After closing the door, An Rao looked at the pile of soft clothes that he had been holding in his arms, and then he realized -

Oh my god, this is a Lolita princess dress! This is a Lolita dress with lace all over it!

"Wow--" The hot water in the shower head poured out, gently winding over An Rao's pale skin. No matter how scary and disgusting the haunted house was, it only lasted for ten minutes, but in the hellish circus it was actually a whole night of torture. Along with the sound of flowing water, the red and black sewage flowed down An Rao's legs, which were not only thin but also covered with purple bruises. His skin was very thin and soon turned pink under the evaporation of the hot water.

An Rao closed his eyes and let his body relax for a moment in the warm water, but his brain tensed up and started working rapidly.

What kind of story is this strange colorful city, this strange and luxurious castle, the city rules that cannot be applied, and the Papa that everyone admires? Where are the exits and the stamps? And what are the fourteen empty, crystal clear and gorgeous crystal tubes standing in the hall used for? What is the connection with the fourteen players, or is it just a coincidence?

There were no horrible and bloody taboos, no life-threatening countdown, no horrific mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Everywhere was peaceful and tranquil. An Rao even lived in the most sacred residence of the Holy Father in the entire city. He had never encountered such a situation before, so even if he wanted to think about it, he didn't know where to start.

Also, why do I need to change clothes in this castle, especially why was I assigned a Lolita princess dress?

Thinking of the dress, An Rao turned off the water with a heavy heart, dried herself slowly, then opened the glass door of the bathroom and walked out...

Half an hour later, An Rao stood in front of the dressing mirror in the room with a complicated expression and began to stare blankly. The young man in the dressing mirror made An Rao so embarrassed that he almost dug out a complete Holy Light Castle with his toes!

Under the intricate and gorgeous Lolita dress is a pair of slender and straight legs. A pair of delicate white lace stockings not only covers all the scars, but also modifies the shape of the legs extremely beautifully. The moss green satin ribbon tied with a bow fixes the stockings at the thighs above the knees. The ribbon is slightly tightened into the flesh to form a natural arc, which together with the large piece of lace next to it, forms a scene of boundless eroticism.

The low-cut neckline revealed her delicate collarbone, while the layers of lace made her already slender shoulders look even more slender. Fortunately, there was a moss green tweed vest over the damn fairy-like dress, which finally neutralized some of the feminine feeling and made An Rao feel a little better.

——Just a little bit.

An Rao raised his hand uncomfortably, ready to scratch his hair, but gave up when he saw the white lace gloves on his hands.

I never expected that I would become a cross-dresser in a horror game...

I wonder what kind of clothes Baichuan will wear. Is it women's clothes? It's hard to imagine what it would feel like for Baichuan, who is almost 1.9 meters tall, to wear women's clothes...

"Knock knock knock." The door was knocked again, but An Rao had no expectations at this moment. The half-human, half-ghost voice of the housekeeper came from outside the door: "You can leave. Papa doesn't like apprentices who are late."