Chapter 149
Unfortunately, the dollmaker cannot hear its sound.
It could only watch through its dark eyes as the doll was gradually perfected and formed in the hands of the dollmaker.
Later, the dollmaker brought back another doll and took out the scarlet crystal source from its chest cavity.
The little doll perked up and curiously observed this pitiful old-fashioned doll with many wounds all over its body, and heard the servant calling it "Your Highness the Prince".
Is this the little prince?
The doll secretly observed its body and pursed its lips with a bit of envy.
It's so nice to be a puppet, able to walk, able to talk, not like myself...
It would be great if I were a puppet, but unfortunately I don’t have a crystal source to inhabit, so I am trapped in this body and cannot move.
Later, Mia's leg bones were replaced, her heart was put back in, and she passed away.
Two days later, the doll saw the dollmaker walking into the production room with a beautiful box.
The doll stared at the box, and an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness was slowly brewing.
When Yun Jinchu actually opened the box and took out the gray-black crystal source inside, the puppet gasped in shock.
What terrible resentment! This is a heart that is both good and bad!
Even though it could only watch from afar, it immediately felt that this heart was filled with destroyed and chaotic souls. This heart was like a vase filled with countless poisonous insects that were allowed to kill and devour each other. Each ray of those dark and chaotic colors indicated the ominous nature of this heart.
Although the doll didn't like the little doll lying on the production table, when it saw the heart that was about to be put into the doll's chest, it couldn't help but want to stop the doll maker's actions.
"You can't put it in, it will break." The little doll was so anxious that it wanted to get out of this body, but it was too weak and couldn't even move its eyes.
So it could only watch as the dollmaker studied the crystal source for a few days, then calmly cut open the doll's chest and put the crystal inside.
"As long as you can survive." Yun Jinchu's hand was still steady as he closed his chest, and there was a slight fluctuation in his calm tone: "No matter whether the result is good or bad, I will accept it."
After hearing these words, the puppet's emotions, which had already resigned itself to its fate, were stirred up again.
It's a little jealous of this doll!
Why is the doll maker so nice to it? It's obviously the one that was created in the first place!
The doll stared at the doll nervously and sadly, its fragile soul trembling slightly unconsciously.
I always feel like something bad is happening.
That is a good and bad heart...
What will the puppet awakened by it look like? Is it the puppeteer's favorite Mianmian? What if it's not? Will the puppeteer be sad? Will it hurt the puppeteer?
The doll maker said that this heart was given to her by the little prince. That little prince was such a bad guy!
The puppet was nervous and worried, but it did not see the scene of the little puppet waking up.
Because before that, it was suddenly taken off the production table by the dollmaker and placed in a more hidden place.
The doll looked at the sudden darkness before its eyes in a daze, not understanding what was happening.
Why did you hide yourself suddenly?
...Is it because I don’t want that puppet to see me?
The little doll felt that its heart was stuffy and uncomfortable. It hid in the shadows and could not see the picture. It could only hear the doll maker talking to the doll that had just woken up in a particularly gentle voice.
"I'll carry you down."
"Mianmian, try walking by yourself. If you feel any discomfort, tell me now."
Her usual cold voice disappeared when she spoke to the puppet, and became even gentler.
The doll hugged itself in the darkness, curled up into a small ball, jealousy and sadness constantly eroding its fragile soul, but it forced itself to continue listening like a masochist.
It heard the puppeteer say to the puppet: "My name is Yun Jinchu, and your name is Yunmian, the Mian in cotton candy."
...It turns out that she didn’t call her mom. It turns out that Mianmian’s full name is Yunmian, which means cotton candy.
The little doll didn't know what cotton candy was. It was just a little sad. Why did the name it had first become another doll's? Did I steal its name?
The dollmaker beside me was still talking: "When you learn to use your body fluently, I will take you to the Dollmaker Association to form a relationship with you. By then, you will be my daughter, so you can call me... Mom in the future."
"Mom..." the doll murmured softly, but tears welled up in its eyes unconsciously.
So this is what mom meant.
But it is your daughter, what am I?
The puppet doll couldn't understand why the other puppet was so lucky while it could only hide in the dark, listening to the puppet master gently calling it "Mianmian" and listening to the puppet master say how many times he had seen it in his dreams.
As the puppet listened, it slowly calmed down.
It wiped away its tears, curled itself up into a small ball, hid in the innermost part of this body, blocked its hearing to the outside world, and pretended to be a real puppet without any life.
It doesn't want to hear conversations that will make it jealous and sad.
It doesn't like the life doll named "Mianmian".
It also decided not to like the dollmaker so much anymore since he already had another daughter.
“It’s okay…” The little doll curled up and hugged herself, sobbing and whispering to comfort herself: “Even if I’m not Mianmian, even if I don’t have a mother…it’s okay.”
It doesn’t matter even if I never get a lot of love again.
Anyway, it's just a doll with no name, no mother, and nothing.
"Just wait until I die."
The little doll whimpered and hugged itself. When it died, it would no longer be so sad, would no longer shed tears secretly, would no longer see the doll maker become someone else's mother, and would no longer have to be a thief who stole other people's names.
A puppet soul without love, body and heart will die sooner or later.
So it doesn't matter, just wait to die, die early, and never be a doll for this doll maker again.
She's the other doll's mother, not mine.
The doll was forced to hide in the dark and finally realized this very clearly.
So it completely sealed its increasingly weak soul in this tiny body. It no longer looked at the doll maker with joy and anticipation through its dark, bright eyes, nor did it hear any warm and loving conversations between the doll maker and the life doll.
It just curled up obediently in the endless darkness, counting the time bit by bit, silently waiting for the moment when its soul would dissipate to come sooner.
No one will know that it ever came into this world alive.
The dollmaker who created it would never know that there was a little doll that once looked forward to being hugged by her every day with joy, even if it was just to say a few more words to her.
It is not the "Mianmian" in the dollmaker's dream, so everything it owns from birth to death is stolen.
The name, mother, those gentle smiles and touches, the self-righteous indulgence and intimacy...all were stolen.
It didn't want to be a despicable thief, but fortunately, when death came, no one would know what it had stolen.
Because no one knew it ever existed.
So the doll had no idea that the dollmaker who hid it in the dark would gently comb its long hair soon after, and carefully arrange a beautiful and exquisite display window for it, and then carefully place it inside.
Yun Jinchu brought the new life dolls to the window and said softly, "Mianmian, these dolls are my mother's own collection..."
Upon hearing this, the young doll named Yunmian looked up at the tall doll display window that took up an entire wall. She just glanced at it casually and then looked away without interest.
It was impatient to listen to what the doll maker was showing its collection. When it saw these lifeless dolls, it could only think of itself who was once also locked alive in a glass cabinet and displayed like this.
So it concealed the resentment and anger that suddenly rose in its heart, puffed up its cheeks slightly, and said softly and coquettishly: "Mom, I want to go out and take a look~"
It didn't notice the dollmaker's frighteningly cold gaze and inquiry, but just showed a lovely yearning, and urged with sparkling eyes: "Mom, can you take me out to see? Are there many dolls outside? Can I make friends with them?"
Yun Jinchu was quiet for a second. When it looked up at him, he relaxed his brows and smiled gently: "Of course, you can do whatever you want."
The Life Doll cheered, left her behind and ran out.
Yun Jinchu stood behind it, looking at its small, pretending to be lively back, and clenched her slender fingers little by little. Perhaps she used too much force, so that her finger bones turned slightly white.
"You are not Mianmian." She whispered to herself, the gentle look in her eyes had long been replaced by coldness.
Yun Jinchu could accept any situation and personality of Mianmian after she woke up, but the only thing he could not accept was that the one who woke up was another consciousness.
She covered her aching heart and slowly squatted down, her bent back pressed against the cold window glass behind her. For a moment, even breathing became extremely difficult.
If the one who woke up wasn’t Mianmian…then where is Mianmian?
Did Mianmian really come into this world?
Are those dreams really just the product of my own wild imagination?
But those dreams that lasted for ten years were so real, and had even been integrated into most of her life. She was unwilling to believe that those dreams were just her fantasies.
But if it’s true...then where did Mianmian, who was supposed to appear, go?
What on earth had Mia done to that grey-black heart? Why did a strange, mature soul wake up?
It's not even a child at all.
How could a truly newborn puppet be able to skillfully use its own body as soon as it wakes up? How could it be able to understand and speak all the accurate conversations with humans as soon as it opens its mouth?
If it was really Mianmian...according to the overbearing and delicate personality of the little guy in the dream, how could he remain indifferent when seeing the doll that looked so similar to it?
Yun Jinchu covered his aching heart and gasped for breath. After a long while, he supported himself on the window with his hands and slowly stood up with his back hunched.
She no longer paid attention to the lifelike puppet that ran away. Instead, she got up and went downstairs, looking through all the surveillance footage she had installed at home in advance, and checking every micro-expression and small movement of the puppet frame by frame.
She was letting herself give up completely.
Because only in this way could she have the heart to take action against the face that looked exactly like Mianmian.
She would never allow anything else to occupy the body that belonged to Mianmian!
But before getting rid of the other party, Yun Jinchu was more eager to find the soul of Mianmian who was supposed to wake up from the puppet.
She used all her means and connections to find countless information about the life dolls and the crystal source, but what made her anxious and even desperate was... she couldn't find it.
The idea that she used a puppet to resurrect the little guy in her dream was a fantasy in itself. Anyone who heard about it would doubt whether she was crazy. There was no similar case recorded in the historical records related to puppets.
Yun Jinchu felt like she was trapped in a glass jar. She could clearly see everything going on outside, but she was trapped in a small transparent space. No matter how she struggled, she could not find a way out.
She has many more things on her shoulders: the Doll Maker Association, the doll that occupies Mianmian's body, the royal family, the old-time doll Mia...
Even someone as strong as her gradually became exhausted under such circumstances.
What was even more frightening was that every time the life doll tugged at her clothes and acted innocently and coquettishly and made requests, she felt that her originally firm heart was collapsing little by little.
This was a near-fatal blow to Yun Jinchu.
So when the second son of the Lance family came to her house and loudly asked her to sell this life doll, Yun Jinchu made a request: "I can sell it to you, just its heart. I will not interfere with any body you want to customize for it."
The moment the words fell, Yun Jinchu could sense the resentful gaze of the life puppet behind her, but the murderous intent in her heart was no less than that of the other party.
She could no longer tolerate a strange soul occupying Mianmian's body.
However, Lance rejected her request.
He said that what he was attracted to was the appearance of the doll.
Yun Jinchu made an excuse that he would think about it further, and after he left, he coldly ordered the servants who had been lurking around him to carry out the assassination plan against him.
That night, she fixed the doll that occupied Mianmian's body back on the cold production table.
"Who are you?" Yun Jinchu held the scalpel and asked the other party calmly with his eyes lowered in the cold light.
The doll opened its eyes wide in confusion, as if it didn't understand what she was saying. It tilted its head and called her "Mom" cautiously in a gentle and questioning tone.
Before the scalpel fell on the doll, she cut her own palm because of the word "Mom".
Warm blood dripped down the sharp and cold blade onto the puppet's heart. Yun Jinchu seemed to feel no pain. She closed her eyes and said in the calmest and most peaceful voice, "No, I'm not your mother, and you're not my Mianmian."
"Who are you?"
Along with these words, the blood-stained knife fell, steadily and without hesitation cutting through the flesh on the puppet's chest.
That was the flesh, bones and blood that she had created bit by bit with her own hands, spending countless days and nights with love.
The sudden pain made the puppet scream and struggle to break free from the production table that imprisoned it, but its hands and feet were tied, and it couldn't even curl up to resist the pain.
"Who are you?"
Amid the puppet's cries of pain, the puppeteer's cold question was like a basin of ice water flowing into its chest, freezing it to the bone.
The puppet refused to speak, but it gritted its teeth and endured every minute and every second, challenging the patience of a mother who was forced into desperation.
Yun Jinchu stretched out his hand and grasped the puppet's slender neck tightly. His fingertips were stained with warm blood, which fell on the puppet's fair skin in patches, the red was particularly glaring.
She tightened her fingers little by little, and her indifferent voice was filled with obvious ruthlessness: "I'm asking you one last time, who are you? Where is my daughter? If you still don't want to answer, then I will break your heart bit by bit, and then go to Mia to buy more hearts. I think there will always be someone like you who is willing to answer my question, what do you think?"
Before she finished speaking, the puppet's larynx had been broken by her.
But the puppet still relies on its heart to live, and as long as the heart is in the chest cavity, it will not die.
So for the whole night, the puppet struggled to die in extreme pain.
Because Yun Jinchu cut its throat with a knife, it had to endure all the pain alive. Watching her carefully and meticulously remake a new larynx and put it into its body.
Compared with the torture she inflicted on it, the puppet actually felt that the humiliation it had suffered in its previous life was nothing at all. The strong hatred in its heart was tortured away bit by bit by the pain. In contrast, it felt a huge fear of Yun Jinchu, the puppet master, every minute and every second.
She is not human at all!
She is a devil, an executioner, a lunatic who is completely irrational and yet extremely lucid!
For the first time, the puppet realized that a quick death was actually such an unattainable thing.
It was afraid, and when the other party raised its terrifying right hand, which had already coagulated blood, it shouted out its name in panic.
Everything that followed became more logical.
It told the doll maker that it was a doll soul left over from the old times.
But Yun Jinchu didn't care about this. She just kept asking one question: "You occupy this heart, so where is my Mianmian?"
"..." The puppet's answer came to an abrupt end.
Yun Jinchu's breathing gradually stagnated. She suppressed her anxiety and asked in a hoarse voice, "Answer me, where is Mianmian who should have woken up?"
"..." The puppet looked at her in fear. After its lips trembled for a moment, it answered resignedly, "I don't know. Our souls are too many and too mixed. Even if there are other new souls in this crystal source, the moment we enter... they will be squeezed to death and will not survive."
They are souls full of resentment, and their number is huge and complex. It is impossible for the newborn souls in this crystal source to survive under such circumstances.
The studio fell into a strange, terrifying silence.
Yun Jinchu left, leaving behind the imprisoned life puppet covered in blood lying on the cold, hard production table.
She walked to the window and took out the familiar doll with trembling fingers.
The doll artist looked down at the doll he had tried to make bit by bit when he first decided to create the Mianmian in his dream, and a warm tear fell on the doll's heart.
"Mianmian..."
It turns out that I was the one who killed you.
If I had been more cautious, if I hadn't been so eager... I wouldn't have rashly put the tampered crystal source in.
"I'm sorry..." Yun Jinchu suppressed the negative emotions that kept churning in her heart and said painfully, "It was mom who failed to protect you, so you didn't have the chance to see this world."
She had been dreaming for so many years.
I heard the little girl in my dream calling her mother softly and obediently, who had been her mother for nearly ten years.
However, all her dreams were shattered by her own hands.
Not only did that heart fail to awaken Yunmian, it also became the direct cause of her death.
Yun Jinchu took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all mom's fault... Mianmian must hate me to death, right? It's me who harmed you. I even mistook another doll for you, called others Mianmian, and heard others call me mom..."
Every word was like a knife stabbing straight into her heart, and every word made her feel so painful that she wanted to die, but she continued to speak in a self-torturing manner.
When the tears fell on the doll, the little soul in its body that was about to disappear was awakened.
But when it opened its eyes, all it saw was darkness. It could hear nothing and see nothing.
As time passed, it no longer had the energy to unlock the senses that it had sealed with its own hands.
It could only suppress the weak sleepiness that was about to disappear, and sat in the dark with its knees hugged, guessing curiously.
Is it raining outside? Or is there a water leak in the doll artist's house?
How come water drops fall on me?
Could it be that the dollmaker found himself out of the corner, took him out and threw him away?
Thinking of this most likely possibility, the little doll drooped its head sullenly, with its chin resting on its knees, thinking aggrievedly: The doll artist should be very good to that doll, right?
She won't let it get wet in the rain, nor will she throw it away. She will let it call her mother and give it a gentle hug.
The more the little doll thought about it, the sadder he became, and his soul became more and more transparent and thin.
It disappeared little by little in this body amidst the speculations that made me sad and cry.
It didn't have the chance to hear the dollmaker's apology, nor did it know that what was falling on its body were tears instead of rain.
It was just filled with so much sadness and grief, and thought aggrievedly that in the next life it must not secretly use someone else's name or secretly like someone else's mother.
After the soul in the puppet's body completely disappeared, the bright eyes of the puppet that Yun Jinchu was originally holding dimmed completely, and its originally lively facial features became stiff and rigid, and it finally looked like a real puppet corpse that had already decayed.
Yun Jinchu stared at it blankly, as if he had discovered something. He hurriedly opened the communicator, found the surveillance camera just now and replayed it.
No mother could accept the fact that she had killed her daughter twice.
Yun Jinchu went completely crazy, without any humanity at all. He held the lifeless doll in his arms all day, repeating the time when he talked to the little doll in the production room. Finally, he died quietly there while holding the doll.
She let go of the life puppet that was using her daughter's body.
She allowed him to kill her.
Before her death, her only sensible plan was to drag this rotten world to be buried with her and her daughter.
The future? No one has a future.
The life doll of the old times, the culprit named Mia, the high and mighty royal family and nobles...including himself who has hurt his daughter time and time again, none of them should think of surviving.
If there is another world and another self... I hope I can be better to Mianmian, and better.
Two-in-one update. I may have to take a day off tomorrow to help my relatives move to a new house and prepare a meal. I guess I won’t have time for the whole day.
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
1. See good people and emulate them;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
Baalzebub, I have become a god 124 bottles;
Sylvia 74 bottles;
Quietly 25 bottles;
An ordinary Guiyi, Jinghong, 32403510, Longyue 20 bottles;
Flat-chested girl, HAN, Liulian, and Gentle Sky 10 bottles;
6 bottles of flowers on paper;
Mo Li, Continue to Smile 5 bottles;
ISO 3 bottles;
1 bottle of Beloved Fairy, Cloth Bear is Not a Little Bear, Seventeen, and Jiuyan;
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