The ears that are drawn to the magnet mushroom are round with light brown fluff on them, and they look very much like the cartoon ears on the head of a ragdoll bear, and the shape is quite cute. However, this half-pulled ear does not give people any lovely feeling, its section is not like an ordinary puppet to reveal the filling sponge inside, but like the real ear has been torn off, all of them are dried and coagulated blood clots!

Not only was there blood on the section, but there were blood stains everywhere on the palm-sized ears, and the fluff behind the ears was soaked with blood, and a handful of them gathered together, showing a dark brown texture and exuding a strong rancid smell! Just by looking at the tragic condition of this ear, one can imagine how tragic the scene was at that time!

In the live broadcast room, many people are still discussing what Pamela's favorite doll will look like, and their minds are full of beautiful imagination, cold, and a close-up of this bloody ear appears in the middle of the picture!

"Shh~~~~~~hh

"What about looking for a doll, why did you tell me it was a doll?!"

"To watch Teacher Ling's live broadcast, you need to have a very strong heart!"

"Don't you really say it, if there wasn't so much blood, these ears really looked like the round little ears on the head of a ragdoll bear!"

"If that's the case, then this ragdoll bear died too miserably!"

"Haha, the ragdoll bear died a miserable death, why does this sentence sound so awkward!"

"Corn and peas can be spermatogenous, what's so strange about Ragdoll bears becoming sperm?"

"You have a point in saying that! Think about it, if I had a full-fledged ragdoll bear, playing with me every day, hugging me every day, and having a soft body, it would seem to feel very good!"

"It doesn't matter what the Ragdoll bears are, I've been completely fanned by Miss Joan of Arc now! It's really worthy of the ancients hundreds of years ago, this ideological consciousness I can't achieve in my life!"

"In less than a day, I have already deeply realized why people are saints and I am just an ordinary person, and Joan of Arc feels that my heart is as small as an ant!"

"This is not a saint anymore, she is already a virgin, right?!"

"Yes, yes, that's the word! Our Lady! is so apt!"

"It is said that the person with the character of the Holy Mother is disgusting, but when I see the Holy Maiden, why do I think she is so cute?"

"Earlier, the true virgin is never disgusting, you feel disgusting because all the women you meet in your life are virgin!"

"He's in trouble, I'm going to help him! This is the real Madonna, he's in trouble, why don't you help him? This is the Madonna, Miss Joan of Arc is undoubtedly the first!"

"To have an excellent person like Miss Joan of Arc as a saint, so it seems that the previous obedience sect should be very awesome, right?

"Completely degenerated into a cult! Even more evil than most cults! Poor little Pamela has been completely abandoned!"

"What a bullshit father, I bet that bullshit researcher definitely didn't treat Pamela as a daughter, it's just Pamela's one-sided fantasy, it's really pitiful!"

"Listening to Teacher Ling's meaning, Pamela didn't tell the truth, the final result is still difficult to say, but no matter what, obeying the sect should be damned!"

"Even if I am dead and nailed to the coffin, I will be in the grave, shouting with this rotten voice: obey the sect and die!"

"I really hope that Miss Joan of Arc can find her head and return as soon as possible to purge all the scum who obeyed the sect!"

"Wow! When I think of Miss Joan of Arc holding a small notebook and saying to those people, 'Comrade, you're already on the list of anti-rebels!'

“......”

Joan of Arc naturally didn't know that there were so many stalks about her in the barrage, she took the ear off the magnet mushroom, took it in her hand and looked at it over and over for a while, and smiled bitterly: "I should have thought of it, how could a child like Pamela have a normal doll? Judging from this ear, her doll should be alive, right?"

"Perhaps. Ling Mo replied indifferently, he took the ear from Joan of Arc's hand, and patted the dust on it with his hand, wanting to look more closely.

Unexpectedly, just after a shot, the dark brown coagulated blood clots on the ears fell one after another, and a large piece of brown hair fell off, exposing the pale white skin underneath.

These words are blood-red, densely packed with large paragraphs, not so much written, but rather the kind of printing commonly used on the magic web, although the font is small, but every word is clearly legible, and does not affect reading in the slightest:

"Everything has to be studied to understand.

They said that they used to eat people in ancient times, and told me not to mind, but I didn't know much, so I half-pushed and settled, and settled down in this village.

After a long time, I finally felt uneasy and stole their information to take a closer look.

On each neat page is the words 'Save the Continent'.

I couldn't fall asleep, and I read it carefully for half the night, and then I could see the words in the cracks, and the word 'cannibalism' was written all over the book!"

The whole paragraph does not match the preamble and the afterword, just like the babbling of a mentally ill person at the onset of his illness. But after looking at it for a long time, I feel that these lines are like some vicious curse, and the fierce breath is about to come out, and when you are defenseless, it has already tightly choked your throat!

Joan of Arc took this small note, thought carefully for a long time, still didn't understand what it meant, looked at Ling Mo with big ignorant eyes, and asked expectantly: "Mr. Ling, what do you mean by these lines?"

Ling Mo replied very dryly: "I don't know!"

Joan of Arc was surprised: "You don't know? Is there anything you don't know?"

"Why do you think I know? It's hard to say whether this kind of scribbling on paper when a psychotic is crazy has any practical significance, how can I possibly know?" Ling Mo was even more surprised than Joan of Arc: "Never try to understand the inner world of a psychopath, because he doesn't know what he's thinking, and forcibly understanding it will only force him into a psychopath, right?"

"You say that, it makes sense......" Joan of Arc's face was a little tangled, took the note and glanced at it a few more times, shook it, and said, "I just think that the person who can think of printing words on the ears of the ragdoll bear should not be just a simple mental illness, right?

"We don't need any clues, just run over them all the way. Ling Mo looked at Joan of Arc very strangely: "Miss Saintess, I don't think you have been led astray? We are not playing some detective game, what does the truth of this broken village have to do with us? We are just here to find your head?"

Joan of Arc patted her head and realized that there was indeed something wrong with her train of thought, so she said no more.

At this time, the two of them had already turned two streets, and the characteristic altar building in the village was already in sight, and before the two of them had time to observe the altar, the magnet mushroom in Joan of Arc's hand reacted again!

The prompt of 'beep beep' sounded again, and the black shadow struck again, being grabbed by Ling Mo directly in mid-air. I thought that this arm would be as bloody as the previous ear, but what was surprising was that what flew this time was actually a very normal, small arm on the Ragdoll bear!

The arm was also pale brown, the same color as the ear, and there was nothing noticeably unusual on the whole arm except for some dust. There was no blood at the section that was torn apart, but a ball of snow-white pearl cotton was squeezed out, and when you looked at it roughly, it was exactly the same as the ordinary puppet that was torn open by a naughty child.

Ling Mo was really frowning a little this time, and he was attracted by the magnet mushroom, which meant that this arm was also part of Pamela's puppet, but this arm was an extremely normal puppet arm, which was in stark contrast to the bloody ears before. What's going on? Could it be that the body structure of this so-called doll is not uniform?

With her previous experience, Joan of Arc observed more carefully, and without much effort, she found the mystery in this arm, and when she rubbed the palm of the puppet, the light brown hair fell one after another, and the words hidden below were revealed:

"On the back wall of the laboratory, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is a date tree, and the other is also a date tree. ”

It's still a neat print, it's still blood-red Juanxiu small characters, but the content is more inexplicable than before, there are two jujube trees outside the wall, you just write two jujube trees, 'one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree'What does it mean?

"Mr. Ling, what do you think?"

"Returning to the Holy Maiden, I think there must be reading comprehension here. ”

"Huh?!" Not understanding what Ling Mo meant, Joan of Arc was very confused and asked with a question, and then stammered, "What must, what must be here?"

"I'm talking nonsense. Ling Mo just smiled, his expression full of nostalgia.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Joan of Arc didn't bother to continue to ask, she shook the arm of the ragdoll bear in her hand and said, "Mr. Ling, you are right, this person is really a psychopath, look at what is written here, where is it like a normal person can write?"

"I think this man may be a psychopath, but this text was probably written when he was very sober. Although Ling Mo said a question sentence, his tone was very affirmative: "I can understand that this person, when he wrote this, was very lonely and lonely. ”

"Why would I know, right?" Without waiting for Joan of Arc to ask, Ling Mo smiled first, and asked the question for her, seeing Joan of Arc nodding, Ling Mo hesitated slightly, touched it into the animal skin shorts, and took out the ......

A notebook.

"A few years ago, for some reason, I was trapped in the Warcraft Rainforest, and the enemy didn't say anything, and I didn't have anyone to accompany me, not even a creature that could talk. I don't know when I developed the habit of writing essays. Ling Mo explained, turning the notebook to a certain page and handing it to Joan of Arc, motioning for the other party to take a look.

Joan of Arc took it with a little confusion, and found that there were short lines of text written on it:

"Ate a thunder monitor lizard today. ”

"I ate a thunder monitor lizard today and added salt. ”

"I ate half a thunder monitor lizard, and I don't have much appetite. ”

"I made do with the other half of my head for a day, too lazy to hunt. ”

"The leftover monitor lizards stink. ”

"I stink when I sleep next to me. ”

"It stinks, I can't sleep. ”

"I can't smell the stench anymore, so I keep sleeping. ”

Page.

"I'm hungry, but I'm too lazy to hunt. ”

"Too lazy to hunt, but so hungry. ”

"It feels like the clouds in the sky are especially like thunder monitor lizards. ”

"Think of the Thunder Dragon. ”

"I ate a thunder monitor lizard, half of it was braised and the other half was also braised . ”

"After eating and drinking, I started to think. ”

"My mind is full of Nashabi, next time I don't eat so full, I miss her. ”

"I wanted to kill her. ”

"The residue should probably be thrown a little farther away, but forget it. ”

"Sure enough, I still wanted to kill her. ”

"Cooked food stinks when it rots. ”

"I wanted to kill her. ”

"It's so stinky now, I especially want to kill her and then **, it's very cool to think about it. ”

"I'm hungry again. ”

"It's nice not to think about her. ”

Page.

"I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her......"

"I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her, I want to kill her......"

After turning the page for the second time, the left page was full of 'I wanted to kill her', and the right page was full of 'I wanted to kill her', written densely, there was almost no space between the words, as if it was a curse, as if it was a grudge, and it seemed to have a different feeling, Joan of Arc also wanted to turn the page to see what was written behind, but Ling Mo took the notebook away.

Ling Mo quickly put the notebook away and asked casually, "Do you feel how that person feels?"

"I realized. Joan of Arc raised her head with a warm and knowing smile on her face: "Mr. Ling, I found that it was my wishful thinking that I wanted to fall in love with you before. ”

“......”

"But I'm not going to give up. ”

“......”

Seeing that Ling Mo didn't mean to answer, Joan of Arc repeated seriously: "I won't give up." ”

"After reading your notes, I think we are the same kind of people, and we are very compatible and suitable. ”

Ling Mo couldn't continue to be silent, he knocked on Joan of Arc's head and said, "You think too much, don't care about these things for now, you better pass the current level." ”

With that, Ling Mo turned around and walked towards the altar not far away, and walked in through the door in a few seconds, his back was faintly embarrassed. Joan of Arc smiled silently, his smile became brighter and brighter, and he followed Ling Mo in.

Entering this small altar, the first thing you can see is the statue of the god in the center, which is obviously a dead thing, but it gives people a vivid feeling, obviously from the hands of a famous artist. But Joan of Arc had no heart to look at the idol, and all her attention was drawn to the window above the idol.

Outside the window, there are two trees.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree. 8)