"Which room do you live in?" Sherlock remembered that the little girl had been shipwrecked with him.

"Room 23......" the little girl said with a smile as she seemed glad that someone could help her.

There seem to be only 22 rooms on the ship, so he may have misremembered.

"Come with me." After saying that, he took the lead and walked deeper into the corridor, No. 23, which should be in the innermost room.

11，12…… Walking through blood-red numbers

"What's your name, little friend!"

"My name is Charlotte......"

Charlotte, it's such a familiar name, I think I've just seen it somewhere, eh, what's my name, is it amnesia?

At the end of the hallway, the number 23 was displayed above the door.

It's strange, it's obviously a symmetrical room layout on both sides, why is there no room No. 24 opposite No. 23.

"Charlotte, you know my name." He still couldn't remember his name.

"You, why did you forget your name?"

Charlotte pushed the door open, then turned around and hugged him with a happy face, buried her head in his lower abdomen, and rubbed her face affectionately.

How could such a lovely girl's body be so cold, this touchless, as if hallucinatory hug made him so cold that his consciousness was about to be frozen.

"You......" The girl looked up with an innocent smile, and continued with the previous sentence, "It's called Sherlock, it's my favorite rag doll, and now it's time for you to sleep with me." ”

He slowly turned his gaze to see the dreamy little bed in the room, and a rag doll that looked exactly like him.

Is my name Sherlock? Is Charlotte's ragdoll?

I'm Charlotte's ragdoll......

I'm Charlotte's ragdoll!

Sherlock felt that his consciousness was slowly fading, after all, a rag doll does not need any consciousness, it just needs to listen to its master forever.

But why did he feel so frightened, he had experienced it.

When was it? I don't remember.

All he knew was that he was scared at that time, afraid that he would never hear the teacher's voice again, that he would never be able to eat the fried cakes of No. 11 again, that he would no longer be able to laugh, that he could no longer cry, that he would no longer be able to take risks, that he would no longer be able to squander, that he would never be able to witness all the miracles and beauty of the world again.

yes, he used to have so many things, how could he be a rag doll?

He is the first child adopted by the teacher, the owner of the eleventh, and the most loyal younger brother of Sister Tang, Mu Liuxi, Ai Gao, and Buyi...... These people have adventured together!

……

He remembered that he was Sherlock!

"I'm sorry, little Lori, I won't play house games with you!" Sherlock looked at the pretty face that had become crazy and distorted by the snatching of his beloved thing, and still smiled the most kindly.

"Ah......h

As a deafening cry sounded from the girl's mouth, the surrounding scenery quickly dissipated until it dissolved into nothingness.

Sherlock's consciousness jerked, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room, still in the same position as he was reading the journal, and even his right hand was about to turn the page.

The sound of the rain was still falling, the lights were blazing, and Karen was lying on the bed and looking at him with a sneer on her face.

"Is this the real world?"

Hearing this unexpected question, Karen's ridiculous mind instantly extinguished, and then gradually, she became more serious than ever.

"It's not!"

No, in the lingua franca there is only one word, and this word has only one syllable, but in this short syllable, which does not last even a tenth of a second, Sherlock hears many flavors.

There was a sense of loss, envy, sadness, and helplessness, a tone he seemed to have heard, from the crazy girl he met in the novice village and from the mouth of his puppet.

It's just that before he had time to savor it, Karen resumed his arrogant posture and continued: "Where else can it be, the dream hasn't woken up yet!" ”

"Was I really just dreaming?" Sherlock's attention returned to the question he had asked from the beginning.

He'd seen the player log, which revealed that it was a spell called Soul Mist, which had the same mechanics as his Psychic Dream Builder.

The difference is that even if the Mind Dream Building Technique does not resist, it will not be really harmed, and the Soul Mist is obviously not like this, and Karen's next words also indirectly confirmed his guess,

"It's pretty much the same, except that if you can't break free from this dream, your ending will be the same as in the dream."

This is not alarmist, if he is an NPC in the game, and the final spell judgment fails, the self-consciousness may really be worn out, and the soul will be immortalized in that rag doll.

I shuddered when I thought about it deeply, and I threw out the diary in my hand with a shake of my hands.

The cause of this encounter is apparently related to the ghost ship they encountered during the day, because the little girl in this diary who is looking for dolls is Charlotte.

If those ghosts were indeed on their Mistwalker, then he was probably not the only one who encountered this plot.

Sherlock stooped down to pick up the journal and prepared to go out to gather the people on board.

When his hand grasped the doorknob like in a dream, an inexplicable fear came over again, in case ......

It's all a dream!

"Karen, do you think I'm a coward!" It was the first time he really interrogated his heart.

Since his birth, he has been in a position of vulnerability, whether he is an orphan, a pauper, or a professional gamer.

On the surface, he accepted this situation calmly, but he never let go of his obsession with the strong in his heart, so he left the teacher who raised him, left Sister Tang who brought him into the industry, and even left Sanhuan.

Material strength does not satisfy him, and he is also unwilling to be cowardly in spirit, so he vainly tries to prove his courage and strength by facing death.

It's just an impossible proposition to prove that he is not afraid of death in a game that he knows will not die, and when he met Nick before and Charlotte this time, his performance also proved that he was afraid of death, and he was afraid of death.

The fool is happy because he doesn't know that he is a fool, and now he is like a fool who knows that he is a fool, and this feeling is very uncomfortable, and he can't bear it alone

The black cat turned its head, and the deep amber eyes looked at it.