Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In the afternoon light, Amy stood in front of a door, gently touching the sapphire necklace around her neck.
This door was unlike the other doors in the house, shorter and narrower, just wide enough for a child to pass through but a bit of a squeeze for an adult.
This door is near a large old tree, and seems to be a peculiar part of the fusion between the tree and the house.
Nick looked at Amy, his brow furrowed. "Sis, I don't think we should go to that place again. What Michelle said makes me feel uneasy."
Amy lowered her head, deep in thought as she touched her necklace. She remembered Jis's blue eyes and smile, and the forgotten place and ancient tunnel he mentioned.
"Nick, I know you're worried, but I have a feeling this time will be different," Amy said, gently wiping the gem on her necklace.
"Intuition? Are you saying that the necklace Jis gave you has some kind of magic?"
Amy tightly grasped the necklace in her hand. "Maybe this time we can find some real answers, instead of just more questions."
Nick fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "Alright, but we must be careful."
The siblings gently pushed open the small door. The scene behind the door was surprisingly different.
A forest filled with a mysterious atmosphere unfolds before their eyes, with ancient tunnels seemingly forgotten amidst dense vines and flowers.
In the distance, a tunnel covered with vines comes into view.
"Wow, this place looks like it's straight out of a fairy tale," Nick said involuntarily.
Amy nodded, but her expression became more complicated, as if trying to interpret the meaning behind all of this.
At that moment, Jis appeared, his golden hair shining in the sunlight, and his blue eyes sparkling with joy and mystery.
"You're here! I'm glad you decided to come," Jis said happily.
"Jis, what is this place? Why is it so beautiful yet unsettling?" Amy asked.
Jis smiled and looked at her, "This place has its own story, just like everyone has their own story. But I hope you can discover it with your own eyes, rather than just listening to me."
Nick looked at Amy, while Amy gave a deep glance at Jis. Her hand unconsciously touched the necklace again, filled with doubt and curiosity.
Nick didn't stop, but instead turned his head and walked towards home. A seemingly familiar expression appeared on his face, clearly unsurprised by his sister Amy's appearance.
A gust of cold wind blew, causing Amy to shiver involuntarily.
She looked at Jis again, the incredible puppet boy, and once again confirmed the kind of heartwarming innocence he exuded.
Despite being a puppet, he seems to have an indescribable depth, and those blue eyes always make people feel that he has more vitality than other puppets.
"Amy, Nick, let's come to my house today. My mom specifically instructed, and she also prepared dinner for you." Jis said gently, his golden hair gently swaying in the breeze.
"Okay, Jis," Amy responded, feeling a sense of premonition that this was just the beginning.
Three people returned to puppet boy Jis's home together.
"Don't you think everything here is too perfect?" Amy asked Jis softly.
Jis suddenly became serious, then smiled, "Maybe it's because this place is different from the real world. But that doesn't mean it's bad."
Amy looked deeply into his eyes, trying to capture any hint of change, but found a kind of indescribable complexity in his gaze. She felt that Jis and this house were both wrapped in a mysterious shell.
Jis smiled at Amy, but this smile was not as innocent as before, seemingly hiding some deeper meaning.
He continued, "This world has its own rules and secrets, which is why I say, this place is not like your real world. But this place also has its own charm, doesn't it?"
Amy nodded, feeling even more certain that this puppet world was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. "Have you ever thought about leaving here and seeing the real world?"
Jis's eyes slightly narrowed, as if this question touched on some taboo for him. "In this world, leaving is not that simple. And besides, I can't leave this world anymore."
As soon as the words were spoken, suddenly, a sweet voice came from inside the house: "Puppet Mother, Jis, Amy, Nick, dinner is ready, come and eat quickly!"
The two looked at each other, and Jis stood up. "We should go eat dinner, or else Mom will be upset."
Amy felt a tightness in her chest, sensing that what was about to happen would far exceed her imagination, but she still chose to follow Jis to the restaurant.
At the moment she entered the restaurant, Amy was shocked by the scene in front of her.
The entire restaurant was decorated extremely luxuriously, with huge crystal chandeliers, tables inlaid with gemstones, and even the tableware was made of gold.
But what really sent shivers down one's spine was Puppet dad sitting quietly in his place, with a vacant expression, like a soulless shell.
He was dressed in ancient noble attire, resembling an English gentleman from the 19th century. But his eyes were so indifferent that they chilled the heart, like an iceberg. Amy felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.
Puppet Mother warmly greeted them and invited them to sit down before serving the meal. Amy noticed that Puppet Mother had no puppet strings on her hands, which made her even more uneasy.
"Children, please eat, I've made your favorite candy-coated pastries and fresh fruit juice," said Puppet Mother in a warm voice, but in this situation, it sent shivers down their spines.
The exquisite silver cutlery and bone china plates on the table complement each other, all on a finely carved marble table, as if displayed in a glass showcase in a five-star restaurant.
The turkey, with perfectly crispy skin, exudes the aroma of caramel and spices. The roast meat presents a perfect caramel color, with tender and juicy meat.
Fresh vegetables are like they were just picked, with vibrant colors complemented by various sauces. The desserts include macarons, tiramisu, and chocolate mousse, as if they were the finest pastries from a French bakery. Various red wines and champagnes sparkle in crystal-clear, tall glasses.
"Wow, this is amazing!" Nick exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the barbecue as if he had seen heaven.
Amy was also struck by everything in front of her, but in a corner of her heart, a faint unease arose. She noticed that Puppet Mother's lines seemed more tense than the last time she saw it, as if the skin was stretched too tightly, revealing a suppressed distress.
Jis walked over with a plate of mouth-watering roasted chicken in his hands, his blue eyes shining with an indescribable light as he smiled and said, "I hope you will like these."
Upon hearing this, Nick eagerly took the roasted chicken and exclaimed, "How could we not like it? This is even better than our Christmas feast at home!" He couldn't wait to tear off a piece of chicken breast and put it in his mouth.
Amy hesitated for a moment, then she looked at Puppet Mother and Puppet dad again.
After much hesitation, she chose to believe Jis and carefully took a small piece of roasted chicken, putting it into her mouth. The taste was indeed exceptional, with a crispy skin and tender meat leaving a deep impression.
Jis glanced at Amy, as if reminding her to stay alert. Amy nodded slightly, silently vowing to uncover the truth of this world and find a way back to the real world.
Comment 0 Comment Count