Shanghai Doll の小説・ストーリー

Murong Cheng sullen face, gazed deeply at old ghost Huang, a long time, said, "This time if she is fine, I will forget about the previous things, but if you lie to me again ......" Huang old ghost shivered, just about to give Murong Cheng kneeled, "I want to have half a false word, call me heavenly thunder shall not die well!" Only then did Murong Cheng retract his gaze. Then look at the hand of the doll, full of pain, reached out and touched the doll's hair, and pinch its face, hair is high temperature silk, face is resin material, touching the smooth and smooth and soft, but worse than the feel of his original baby ......

A promise. My hands tangled in his collar. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The elevator stopped with a jolt. Ding. The doors started to slide open. "Well, well, well..." A cold, familiar voice froze me solid. I shoved Julian away and turned to the door. Damien Costello stood there. His second-in-command, Marco, was behind him, along with some hot redhead. His black eyes were burning holes into us. My dress was a mess. My lipstick was smeared. My hair was a wreck.

He'd rather buy a thousand cars than say anything to wipe the expression of wonder from her face as she lifted the top from the first nesting doll to reveal the one beneath. Shaun laughed out loud and pointed at the face. The second doll looked very much like the first, but this one was wearing a dress of blue instead of red, and one of its eyes was closed in a mischievous wink. Shaun lifted the next doll, revealing the last one. Both eyes were half lowered, and it was wearing a white lab coat. Shaun laughed when she noticed a stethoscope around the doll's neck and hugged it to her chest.

Its torn-out arms waved at Jia. "..T-the doll...is alive?" Sir Benjamin stood beside Jia. "It's not alive. Look more closely." Jia squinted her eyes, then her eyes turned wide. "This! An entrapment!" Sir Benjamin nodded. To be able to make the doll as an entrapment. How great are the skills of the shaman who made this doll?! "As you said, this could entrap ghosts. Including your friend outside." Sir Benjamin said with a mysterious smile on his face.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

“What the hell…” She reached inside carefully but the moment her fingers brushed the edge of the doll’s dress, she winced. A sharp pain sliced her palm. “Ah!” she gasped, pulling back as a thin line of blood trailed down her fingers. The doll slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a hollow clack. As it rolled, Maya saw it hidden beneath the folds of fabric were several thin, razor-like blades, carefully placed and stitched into the doll’s body like it had been designed for one purpose:

With a resigned gesture, he slaps his palms together, the sound echoing in the tense silence, and leans forward on his knees, his posture a mix of frustration and anticipation. "Underground whispers suggest that she is the final remaining Doll, a human safeguard for the Elders of the Lombardi family. Years ago, the Lombardis implemented a sinister program to brainwash children, conditioning them to retain critical information that could only be accessed through carefully chosen phrases or intense emotional distress. The last recorded Doll, Lorelei Lombardi, mysteriously vanished after she courageously leaked crucial information. Rumour has it that she dedicated herself to mastering the abili

"Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses." "This idiot just broke two of the boss' taboos in one go. She's as good as dead now." "She didn't let Aria have her candy and mentioned her parents. Haha! Even God can't save her!" I couldn't see the audience's mockery, but I could tell things were about to get real bad. I watched as the baby doll morphed into a terrifying, monstrous version of herself. I froze up again. My legs went stiff as my mind raced. "Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?"