Chapter 83: The Colorful City 12 "I can no longer feel... you...

An Rao was awakened from his dream. Eustoma and Baichuan suddenly disappeared, and the sound of reptiles crawling outside the window came again. An Rao turned over and got out of bed, rushed to the window and opened it, but only saw a black tail tip flash by at the end of his field of vision.

In the dark blue sky outside the window hung a heavy blood-red moon, like a round sponge soaked with blood, like a curse that could not be shaken off, emitting a very ominous glow in the sky. This blood-red moon was close to a complete circle, and perhaps because the weather was very good tonight, the blood-red light was very bright. An Rao squinted his eyes and looked at the farthest point in the sky, always feeling something strange.

The sky here always gave him a feeling of being at the end of the world, a feeling of being trapped.

But the sky is still as high as ever. Strange.

The full moon is approaching, and tomorrow Papa will lead the people of the city in morning prayer on the balcony on the third floor of the castle. As for his own hands, An Rao looked down at his smooth hands, which were glowing with a light red moonlight under the moonlight. They had become plastic.

The next morning, there was another hourglass filled with sand in the castle hall, an hourglass that was almost half purple and half green.

The color green is easy to explain, it means fear, which fits the style of horror games. So what are the red of Shi Ge and the purple of this newly added hourglass?

"Another fucking death."

"What the hell do all these colors mean?!"

"I don't know. I just know that if it's full, I'll die."

"So these fourteen tubes are actually progress bars for the fourteen of us?"

"Nonsense, what else?"

As time goes by, even a fool can see that the sand in the crystal tube is related to his life. What about the relationship between sand and emotions? What about the connection between color and emotions? Is it that no one realizes it, or does they realize it but not say it?

It's possible. After all, if everyone knows that emotions are related to colors and sand, how can everyone compete for victory or defeat? After all, Papa said that only one person can win.

Moreover, no one talked about their own health problems. Everyone was discussing the crystal hourglass and everyone's lives as if nothing had happened, but no one mentioned the imminent issue of dollization. They were all afraid that others would know their weaknesses.

An Rao felt it was very ironic. It was obvious that humans should form an alliance into the same camp and only by unity could they defeat monsters. However, just because of the monster's casual words "Only one person can become a puppet master standing shoulder to shoulder with him", everyone fell apart.

Papa didn't even give any promises. Does the puppet master mean that you can pass the level? No one knows, but everyone is played in the palm of Papa's hand.

An Rao smelled a cold and hard breath of ice and metal. He knew without turning around that the person approaching him was Bai Chuan. An Rao subconsciously moved in the direction of Bai Chuan, and then said with determination: "My hands, arms and feet have all become puppets. Everyone should have become puppets to varying degrees. If we don't find a way to leave, we may not be able to leave."

"Humanized?" Kashiwakawa's tone expressed his confusion.

"You didn't?" An Rao was shocked and immediately pinched Bai Chuan, "Impossible!"

An Rao's hands had become plastic. He could not sense his own strength and was afraid of hurting Bai Chuan, so he could only gently press on Bai Chuan's body, feeling confused and at a loss.

Baichuan looked down at a pair of hands in lace gloves falling on his cold armor. The hands under the lace had a plastic luster and a shocking paleness. An Rao was like a well-behaved cat, scratching the person he trusted most softly. He was obviously eager to seek the truth, but he made him feel a soft intimacy.

Of course he knew about puppetization. When Su Ming and Shi Yirou talked about it, he keenly realized that this should be related to the time calculation of the amusement projects in the Colorful City. But it was strange that Dr. Lin had never mentioned this to him. What was even stranger was that he showed no signs of puppetization at all.

The handsome young man was wrapped in this soft and delicate Lolita dress, his slightly frowned brows were full of confusion, his lace-adorned swan neck and straight and gorgeous collarbone formed a beautiful neck dimple due to his kneading movements, the edge of the neck dimple still had bruises and scabs that had not yet fully recovered, Baichuan suddenly felt an uncontrollable surge of pity in his heart, this time, he was very clear that he did not want the person in front of him to get hurt - no matter if the injury was caused by himself or not.

"Strange, why don't you turn into a puppet?" An Rao tilted his head, very confused.

"Maybe I have another destiny." Bai Chuan looked down at An Rao, his face expressionless. He didn't know why he wasn't turned into a puppet, but he clearly felt the pain. Every crack on his body was piercingly painful, and he seemed to be splitting again along those cracks. Maybe it was because of those cracks that he wasn't turned into a puppet. Papa shouldn't need a defective puppet.

But he didn't want Dr. Lin to know all this. He couldn't explain why he was thinking this way, but he instinctively felt that he shouldn't know this.

"You have to be careful." An Rao's expression was solemn, and the beautiful hands were finally taken away from Baichuan.

"I know." Baichuan nodded, but his eyes unconsciously followed the pair of hands that had lost their sense of reality.

Blue snow fell behind them.

"Since this amusement park did not start with us, and since players who fail to find the exit in time will be turned into puppets, then where did all these puppets in the castle come from..." An Rao looked around. There were puppets everywhere in the castle. Some of them were wearing medieval knights' armor, some were dressed up as beautiful decorations holding bouquets or bright lanterns. Perhaps they were once living people who were inexplicably drawn into this amusement park, and accidentally chose the Colorful City ride. Then, they were made into decorations for the castle, and died quietly in a place that would never see the light of day.

Human life here is like that of an ant, or even worse than that of an ant. In the eyes of the amusement park, humans may just be pieces of annoying dust. When they feel they are in the way, they can just blow them away with one breath.

If the decorations are old and outdated, just replace them with new ones.

Papa's speech was still very inflammatory, successfully reassuring the citizens on the lawn who were restless because of the approaching full moon. Papa took a deep breath intoxicated by the thunderous cheers downstairs, then returned to the castle and disappeared immediately.

The puppetization made all the players feel uneasy. After watching Papa leave, the players scattered like birds and beasts and hurried to class. Everyone had been completely domesticated and had no energy to think about exits and stamps. All their minds were focused on how to study hard and become the best. The players were very secretive about studying and their own physical conditions.

An Rao was not in a hurry to go to class. The standard of studying hard is not just to attend class seriously, and studying the structure of the puppets in the corridor does not mean that he is not learning.

The second floor of the castle is covered with a red long-pile wool carpet with a golden iris pattern. There is no sound when walking on it. The light golden sunlight unique to the colorful city shines through the bright window glass onto the oil paintings and murals on the walls of the corridor, making it look even more magnificent.

There are several doors in the corridor, which are classrooms with different functions for apprentices. I don't know what stories are happening inside. In addition to the doors and paintings, the corridor is full of puppets standing against the wall, gentlemen, ladies, knights, princesses, and their facial features and expressions are different. It is obvious that they are not like ordinary puppets with unified factory settings, but all of them are unique individuals.

An Rao walked up to a gentleman doll. The doll was not very tall and had the typical appearance of an Asian man, with yellow skin, shallow eye sockets, dark brown pupils, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his not-so-high nose. He looked very smart, but his face had no expression. An Rao reached out and wanted to touch his black hair.

"What are you looking at?" A deep and pleasant voice sounded in his ears. An Rao turned around abruptly and saw Bai Chuan standing behind him, looking down at him. His silver armor shone brightly in the sun, looking sacred and abstinent.

An Rao squinted his eyes in the sunlight and looked up at Bai Chuan who was standing with his back to the light. The sunlight settled on the hair on his earlobes, painting him with a layer of warm golden light. An Rao suddenly smiled: "I'm thinking about you."

"I was thinking this person is a little bit like you." An Rao turned and walked towards the center of the corridor, bringing Baichuan into the sunlight as well.

"That's not something you would say." Baichuan frowned.

"Indeed, but I'm going to die, why should I care about what I should say or not say?" An Rao looked up at Bai Chuan, his eyes full of temptation. He opened his mouth, bit the pure white lace fingertips and slowly bit off the gloves, then spread his palms flat in the sun, "Look, my hands have become like a puppet's hands, smooth and transparent, with no traces of blood. Soon my body will become like this too."

"Do you know what the scariest thing is after becoming a puppet?" An Rao approached Baichuan little by little, got very close to him, then raised his puppet-like hand and gently held Baichuan's face, stroking it slowly.

"What is it?" Baichuan lowered his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He was very handsome, a beauty that transcended gender. The Lolita skirt did not look weird on him, as if a man was wearing women's clothing. Instead, it made people feel fresh and neat.

"I can no longer feel...your body." An Rao's hand slid down gently, from the cheek along the jaw all the way down, his fingertips slid over the large artery on the side of the neck, and then his way forward was blocked by the tightly tied collar.

An Rao made a dissatisfied "tsk" sound, reached his hand into the cold armor inside the black cloak, and moved up along Baichuan's tight waistline, pulling Baichuan close to himself, and then suddenly exerted force, pulling Baichuan tightly against him.

The young man under the sunlight has a pair of eyes as bright as obsidian, and his slightly opened lips are like a blooming rose, making people want to rub and grab them.

"Since time is running out, why don't we fulfill our wishes before we die?" Baichuan quickly took the initiative and gently grasped An Rao's thin and flexible waist with his big hands. His amber eyes showed no expression, but his hands had already begun to roam over the young man's thin body.

The young man's eyes began to become hazy and his lips became more delicate.

"Why don't we indulge in love before we die..." Bai Chuan's voice became lower and lower. He moved closer and closer, their noses rubbing against each other, their breaths entangled, "Do you want me?"

At the end of the corridor, Baichuan was holding his textbook and quietly watching the scene in front of him. The young man in the Lolita princess dress was hugging the man in front of him tightly. He stood on tiptoe slightly, looked up at the man and opened his mouth, wanting to get a kiss from the man.