Chapter 174 Chapter 174 The name engraved on the doll’s heart,…

Xie Ning looked up at An Mi.

He seemed unable to believe what he was hearing.

In fact, it would not have caused such a serious situation.

If Spider-Man died, it wouldn't affect Xie Ning in theory - but Xie Ning had just increased his empathy with Spider-Man.

It was almost like he was being rubbed by Anmi.

"otherwise--"

Little Anmi held out her hand.

"Can Anmi give you a hug?"

The little cub now looks very well-behaved.

She looked at him softly.

It seems to be a soothing and remedial measure.

Xie Ning was stunned, and so was Fu Gan.

Xie Ning couldn’t help but take a step back—hug, hug???

Xie Ning, who had never hugged anyone before, was confused.

He had absolutely no intention of coming back to his senses from the beginning.

But Anmi had already reached out and hugged him naturally.

Just a bear hug——

Xie Ning relaxed instantly, and Fu Gan subconsciously reached out his hand.

After a brief hug, little Anmi was picked up again by his father.

"Come out with me!"

The head of the family looked at the cub dangling in the air, his face darkened, and he carried the cub away.

And Xie Ning was still standing in the room.

The furry black spider rolled on the ground.

Xie Ning reached out and slowly hugged himself, seeming to savor the feeling for a moment—"It's a bit strange..."

He looked at Spider-Man again.

"You find it a little strange too, don't you?"

Logically speaking, a guy like him should no longer have any expectations for these things.

Outside the house, Shang Fu had already reached the rooftop, cleaned up the room next door, and led Xie Ning over.

The little cub was still full of energy and was being scolded by his father.

Little Anmi summarized the main purpose of the lecture, counting on her hands—

"So it's can't hug him, can't hug him, can't hug him, those are the three points, right?"

Fu Gan, who had argued from many perspectives that the other party might be a cub snatcher, listened to the simple and clear summary and coughed lightly.

"Yes, that's right."

“Ouch.”

The cub nodded and tilted its little head to look at its father. At this time, it looked very serious and well-behaved.

The noise downstairs can't be heard upstairs.

At this moment, the parent-child time seems very harmonious.

Until the cub finally paused and pointed to the room next to it - "That dad, that room -"

"You can't go."

Fu Gan didn't even wait for Xiao Anmi to finish speaking before speaking directly.

When he mentioned the room, his expression seemed to worsen a little.

Finally he reached out and touched the cub's head.

"If you want to do anything else besides that, you can tell daddy. Now, good boy, go to sleep well."

Fu Gan really couldn't believe it, so he had to help An Mi adjust his habit of staying up late.

The hands above the head are very broad.

An Mi unconsciously pushed upwards, and Fu Gan's palm landed on An Mi's forehead.

It’s not warm, but it can be said to be gentle.

Fu Gan's body temperature has never been high——

It was like he enjoyed staying in the shadows, watching everyone fall with a twisted mentality - he was addicted to this game.

It seems even colder.

But even if it's just a pat on the head—

Anmi rubbed it again unconsciously.

Even when it comes to patting the head, Anmi rarely feels it.

The puppet needs to obey the orders of its maker, and the maker's name is engraved on the puppet's heart - it cannot be disobeyed or betrayed.

They are just a tool, and the most they can do between puppets is hug - that is the most 'warm' form of contact they learned from humans.

According to various human studies, frequent hugging can help regulate certain hormones, making people feel satisfied and happy, and then relaxed.

Under such great pressure, even tools would break and people would be unable to breathe.

This is their breathing space - hug me...

This sentence is the desperate cry of a tool about to break.

But he called me a good boy.

Anmi squinted her eyes and had her head rubbed again and again.

He was almost like a kitten, purring with enjoyment.

Fu Gan lowered his eyes and looked at the cub quietly.

"Dad is different from father—you know?"

At this moment, Fu Gan couldn't help but emphasize.

In fact, he had begun to hesitate whether or not to take a closer look at the cub's past.

Lively, cute and noisy babies often inadvertently reveal sad information.

Fu Gan has seen enough difficult things in the world, but he still feels that he needs to be mentally prepared.

Perhaps it was because he really cared a little bit - under the kinship relationship bound by that damn main system.

The force on top of the head is neither too strong nor too weak.

Fu Gan was squatting in front of him and talking to him.

That helpless yet steady tone—

It wasn't the crazy and twisted father who created it, nor was it the puppets with dull voices—

He said he was different from his father.

Yes.

Anmi thought to herself - it is indeed completely different.

Anmi knew it very well during these two days.

Even though it was those puppet family members who didn't quite understand humans - Anmi was once loved.

But then he had a heavy fall, so Anmi is not the same as he was then.

But now—that feeling seemed long gone.

It actually made Anmi feel an emotion that he had never had before.

This emotion is very strange.

Anmi herself doesn't quite understand.

But he couldn't help it and asked softly - "Then Dad, can you hug me again?"

The scene of the crying cub kneeling in the blood and saying "Hold me" reappeared in front of my eyes.

"certainly."

Fu Gan naturally picked up An Mi.

He has been doing this since leaving the pond.

But now the cub's voice doesn't feel as lively as before.

"Are you feeling wronged?"

Wronged?

Anmi knew the word, but could not understand the exact emotion it conveyed.

Just like a doll cannot shed tears, sadness is destined to remain silent.

"Can you tell that Dad is different from your damn father?"

"Um."

The cub was carried back to the room.

"Dad will hold Anmi."

After the little cub was picked up, he was obviously in a much better mood. He swung his two short legs back and forth and reached out to hug Fu Gan tightly.

"Father wouldn't do that. Father is just the one who carved his name on Anmi's doll's heart."

It's different.

Fu Gan suddenly broke the news.

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and looked down at Anmi.

His tone was filled with doubt—"A name is engraved on the puppet's heart?"

It can't be that what he meant, right?

Anmi naturally covered her heart - "Yes, the maker will carve the name on the doll's heart, right here -"

Oh.

Fu Gan was not very happy.

He carried the cub back to the room and placed it on the bed.

Watching little Anmi roll over and get up, then jump up and down a few times on the crib - Fu Gan reached out and pinched Anmi's cheek.

"Don't mention your father casually anymore. It makes me angry."

Very angry.

Fu Gan finally pressed down the cub that was jumping around on the bed.

He pulled up the little quilt, determined to watch the cub sleep this time.

He turned his head and glared at the TV ghost who was knocking on the TV screen twice and preparing to enter. The TV ghost was frightened and hid subconsciously. Then he stared at the cub with satisfaction.

"Sleep! Close your eyes!"

You've been jumping around all day.

How long did you sleep yesterday?

Are you really not tired?

The little guy tried to pull away his father's hand, but soon, fatigue came over him in the darkness.

Fu Gan waited for a while, finally removed his hand and looked at the small bed.

Anmi has closed her eyes and looks like a little angel sleeping soundly. She is indeed tired. Her soft curly hair sets off her fair face, making her look particularly well-behaved and cute.

He looks very obedient and well-behaved when he is asleep.

Fu Gan watched, and put his finger on Anmi's heart to test it - the heart of the puppet -

He heard from Anmi that the most important thing for a puppet to move is the puppet's heart.

Moreover, the puppet's heart will continue to grow and change, and he possesses the most perfect puppet's heart.

Therefore, the joints of his body appear to be shallow cracks, with tendons, blood and flesh attached underneath, rather than the materials used to make puppets.

This is a lively cub that is as lively as a little furnace.

And the guy who carved his name on the doll's heart—

Fu Gan pressed his eyes.

I don't know if that name can be erased.

*

downstairs.

The Red Lady standing at the door never left——

Until the clock struck nine, in front of their horrified eyes, the door handle was slowly turned down, and it looked like it was about to open.

"Vent!"

Jiang Fei reacted immediately——

"We left through the ventilation vent. Apparently, the rule is that after nine o'clock, only one person can be in a room. The longer we gather at this time, the more problems we'll cause. Whose room is this?"

The woman slowly stretched out her hand, a little shakily - "Mine."

"Come on, let's get out of here first. Go through the ventilation duct. Leave one person in the room, and nothing should go wrong. But to be on the safe side, you should hide. If she comes in looking for someone, you should be ready to leave at the door. We'll meet you outside. Don't worry, we still have props here that we haven't used yet."

Chen Chen's words made people feel a lot more relaxed.

Two ventilation ducts connect the two sides, and this room is right in the middle.

The three veteran players took the lead in wanting to leave through the ventilation duct without hesitation.

Jiang Fei and Chen Chen entered another pipe.

The female player had already hidden herself—but it was too late.

She hid in the corner surrounded by the sofa near the door. The sofa cover blocked the area completely, and she could only see a small corner of the door from below.

Until she heard a curse, and it seemed like someone fell down, and then the awkward friction sound only lasted for a moment, and everything was silent.

The female player could only hear her own violent heartbeat. She had no idea what was happening outside, so she could only hold her breath and stare at the door as it slowly opened and a red skirt swayed in.

She was looking for someone slowly and leisurely.

Every time the huge black parasol took a step, it made a soft thud on the ground.

She seemed to go the other way.

The female player hasn't breathed a sigh of relief yet.

Suddenly, someone pulled the sofa cover, almost scaring the female player to death.

She stretched out her hand with all her strength and held on tightly.

But it was obviously too late. The owner of the red skirt seemed to realize the situation here. She walked over slowly, then stopped in front of her, and seemed to be bending down.

With a loud crash—

The sofa cover was pulled away in an instant, and someone rushed past and closed the door - obviously the guy who couldn't get away.

The female player didn't have time to curse and attacked Madam Red head-on.

Half of the face was beautiful, and the other half was bloody and you could almost see the white bones inside.

Rules: [When encountering Madam Red, please make her feel happy. This will most likely result in death, and Madam Red's hunt will end that night.]

“Ah…Ahhh…”

Why is she the one who is unlucky?!

She almost wanted to scream and throw everything in her pocket out——

Until something flew off the red skirt.

Madam Red picked up the thing and thought about it for a moment.

"Can you show me?"

"What?"

The female player didn't expect that she could still talk to Madam Red. She was sure that she had no missing limbs, and she looked trembling all over.

Madame Red was thinking about the scene described by the TV ghost, and seemed to be very interested, gesturing.

"Eat this like candy and spit it out—"

The female player looking at the compressed mask in Madam Red's hand said: ...

She did as she was told subconsciously, and chewed until there was no moisture left in her mouth. Then she collapsed and vomited out a face.

Female player: …???

What the hell??? So that exquisite ghost that came in the middle of the night was actually...

Do you guys at Komisuya Hotel have a special fetish for this stuff?!