Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1542 The curtain call of the show!

That voice broke the silence of the show.

And like an out-of-control swarm of insects, after the quiet atmosphere was broken, the raging noise was like releasing the evil beast in his heart.

This is no longer just a show.

Instead, it turned into a group of squirming and bloated monsters competing for bids under the glamorous costumes and appearances, and the product was the caged sparrow dancing on the stage.

"Seven thousand pounds!"

"Eight thousand pounds!"

The shouts of those gentlemen obscured the gorgeous melody on the stage.

The doll in the cage is still dancing, her expression is still so quiet, her eyes are so ethereal, and under her long eyelashes, her gentle dance is like a destined fate. In this age of steam, in In this stage where the old and the new meet, she is the first perfect doll created by the combination of human beings, industry and mysticism.

Nobles, capitalists, politicians, those upper-class dignitaries who stand in the limelight of the times.

They all like new things.

Where worldly desires have become tired and can no longer provide them with the basic satisfaction, they will look for newer and more taboo things to satisfy the sin in their hearts.

And here.

You will own the first perfect doll of this era, and you will sit on this crystallization of flesh and blood, just like ah.

You have laid the whole era in filth under your feet.

The show ends.

The puppet in the cage held up its skirt and saluted all the audience present, which also meant the perfect ending of the performance. Behind the lights, there was the enthusiastic and greedy gaze of the old man on crutches, which was for money. Desire is also the satisfaction of being recognized for his perfect work, but he doesn't care about her future fate.

No need to care.

Because no matter how gorgeous the items are, they are still just items after all.

He needs the appreciation of these people to support his bloody research, and he needs their approval to continue to promote this product to be included in the collection of every upper-class person.

And human life is the least valuable.

At the bottom of this steam, in the slums of the city center, among the numb classes who work eighteen hours a day.

For a little bit of insignificant favor and bread, a large number of families will be willing to offer their young children, and their daughters will become pieces of exquisite art after layers of screening, placed on display. In the collection rooms of those classes that they will never be able to look up to in their lifetime.

The final bid was settled at fifty-four thousand pounds.

For those powerful people, this was not an unacceptable price, but for the lower class of that era, this was a figure that a family could not look up to in their lifetime.

And after the transaction.

The bidder will also officially have ownership of the figure.

At that moment, Lin En had already understood that this was both the tallest building in the city and the darkest underground in the city. All the sinful transactions were hidden under the light. In this place disguised as a performance, What you can see in the banquets of upper-class gatherings is all the sin that lies beneath.

Behind that gorgeous curtain lies great ugliness.

The breeze blew over the calm face of the girl in the cage, and blew through the curtain behind him. They were one piece of art that was about to be put on the exhibition stand, those girls who were sold to the public, those who had completed industrial transformation. Slaves, those industries where a single contract can determine the fate of tens or even hundreds of thousands of workers.

They will all take the stage one after another at the end of this perfect performance.

But the doll's eyes were still calm and empty.

She hugged her stuffed animal.

No emotion.

No heart either.

Suddenly a breeze seemed to blow the tall curtain, and the stage floor made a creaking sound. A foot stepped on the stage from behind the curtain. When he stepped out, there seemed to be something at that moment. Countless ripples of psychic energy raged beneath his feet.

As if hearing that noise, the doll quietly turned its head while holding the puppet.

that moment.

The man was running towards her in the center of the stage. He was wearing clothes that were completely different from this world. He was like a shadow coming out of a phantom. His eyes were looking directly into her eyes, as if he was leading a woman. With that resolute will.

He stepped on the shadow of the stage and ran towards her vigorously.

boom--

The canary-like cage collapsed into thousands of fragments under his violent punch. The strong wind from the punch blew up her long hair and dress, and the fragments scratched the pair of Red eyes.

As if the shackles between memory and reality were broken, she grabbed her wrist forcefully.

"go!"

He turned sideways and spoke forcefully and repressedly.

that moment.

She seemed to be stunned to see the puppet he was holding in his hand that was exactly the same as hers.

The long skirt was flying almost irresistibly. Linn grabbed her wrist decisively and slammed through the golden cage on the other side, trying to take her away from this miserable stage.

A breeze blows from afar.

The darkness remains.

Linn stopped when he ran a dozen steps.

On the stage, there was no one around him.

The canary's cage was still intact, and he was holding nothing in his hand, as if everything just now was just an imaginary phantom.

Nothing happened.

behind him.

In the golden cage, the doll girl still stood there quietly. She lowered her head and hugged her puppet. The audience was still noisy.

This is an illusion, a memory of the past.

It is the history that has been engraved in the past.

You can't take her away.

Just like even if you can clearly hold her hand, you can't change the stories that have already happened, because at that time, there was no such person who could rush to the stage and take her away.

Lin clenched her hands and turned her head, staring intently at the familiar figure in the cage.

That subtle connection with your little finger.

Beating slightly.

But the almost unbreakable barrier that shrouded them had already doomed this attempt to fail.

But she still seemed to feel the feeling in her heart. She lowered her head and hugged the puppet in her arms tightly, as if at that moment, the puppet she cherished brought her the kind of feeling she wanted to bring. She was reluctant and impulsive to leave, wanting to save her.

She opened her mouth lowly, as if speaking to the puppet.

"Thank you."

……

At that moment, the entire stage began to shatter.

Just like the end of a performance, countless pictures turned into flying glass shards and peeled off.

Standing on the stage, Linn once again returned to the surging silence and darkness. All the pictures disappeared at this moment. The memory fragments of this scene moved away in the darkness. The depth of this broken subconscious. Here, everything is no longer coherent, and all the past is mixed and chaotically gathered here.