"Oh my god." Masha turned Shelley over to face him and looked into her mouth. "Miss, you are a ruthless person. I am afraid of you. But I like girls with courage. The eighth seat in our maid shop is yours." Masha said, rubbing the right places hard. "How does it feel?" The League Secretary teased, and rubbed it himself, "Oh, not bad." "This is the last scene. Let's call it a day." Masha connected the door to his underground base. After opening it, he and the league secretary ran away carrying Shelley. "How are you going to set the scene? There's nothing here!" The league secretary said. Marsha put Shelley down, first moved over the chair he had used to install the lamp, wiped it with his raincoat, placed it in the center of the room where he was now, then moved Shelley up and placed it in place. "Wait! I'll be back soon." After saying that, he walked into the random door and left. Less than three minutes later, the door opened again, and Masha carried the dressing mirror from Chihiro's room and placed it in front of Shelley.
“The cute pink dressing mirror is a perfect match with the surrounding post-industrial scene! Full of contrasts and contradictions!” Then he ran back to Wonderland, and grunted as he moved out the table on which the monitor had just been placed, and placed it at the midpoint of the line between the dressing mirror and Shelley. Finally he went back and got a music box, wound it up a few times and threw it on the table. “Will you stop now?” the League Secretary complained. "What we want is to stop suddenly." "Will this work? What effect will this have?" "There is no need to create an effect. This is a dream. Dreams have no logic. It has to be weird." After saying that, Masha made the portal disappear, turned on the music box, and when the music started playing, he stood behind Shelley, put on a mask, adjusted his yellow raincoat, and made a gesture to the league secretary. "Ai Shen." "Eh? Aren't you hiding?" "No, I need to say my lines. Anyway, let's get started." Chapter 326: The King in Yellow, Spreading Sweets (Part ) Shelley felt no pain. She didn't even feel like she bit her tongue. ——As expected, suicide is not allowed in this dream? At this moment, she was sitting in a simple and empty space with an undecorated cement floor. She raised her eyes, and the first thing that caught her attention was a table - the spy's observation ability made her realize almost immediately that this table was exactly the same as the table with the computer in the wonderland just now. On this old, aesthetically pleasing table lies an exquisite and lovely music box. The melody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variations" slowly came out from the music box. The lovely color of the music box formed a sharp contrast with the cold, inorganic industrial colors around it, but combined with the melody of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, it unexpectedly made Shelley feel a little bit at ease. Then she saw a gray wall in the distance, with light bulbs installed on it in an extremely simple and crude way. The whole wall looked full of Soviet industrial feel.
So the pink dressing mirror in front of the wall is particularly conspicuous, particularly abrupt, and particularly... At this time, Shelley finally saw himself clearly in the dressing mirror. And the scary figure standing behind him, wearing a yellow raincoat and a smiley mask. For a moment, Shelley felt his blood freeze. Her breathing quickened. ——No, I want to fight back, I want to turn around and hit him! During Shelley's career, she took decisive actions under tremendous psychological pressure several times in extremely dangerous situations. Although her experience was not as rich as those of the truly top agents, she always believed that she could become a super agent like James Bond. But now, her body was completely out of control and she was so overwhelmed by fear that she couldn't move at all. She breathed in big gulps, but her chest still felt uncomfortable. The bra was like a shackle on her, preventing her lungs from expanding to get more oxygen. Suddenly, the music from the music box was heard. All the hairs on Shelley's body stood up. Then the King in Yellow began to sing: "Bidding bidding in the Star..." He sang the English version of the lyrics with poor pronunciation, and slowly walked out of the narrow field of vision of the dressing mirror. Shelley wanted to turn her head to see where he was, but her neck felt like it was frozen - she always felt that if she looked, she would experience something extremely terrible. However, the loss of the position of the King in Yellow seemed to exacerbate the fear. With the addition of the English pronunciation of "convert", the whole space became evil, no matter whether it was the stopped music box or the dressing mirror. Shelley thought they were so cute just now, but now she felt how inharmonious and weird they were! The King in Yellow is on the move. He began to sing in Chinese: "Twinkle, twinkle little star, the sky is full of little stars..." He finally came into Shelley's sight. Shelley stared at him intently, afraid of losing him again. He stood in front of Shelley. Blocking the dressing mirror, he stared at Shelley across the table with the music box. That white smiling mask looks weird and scary no matter how you look at it. The King in Yellow sings: "Twinkle, twinkle little star, the sky is full of little stars..." He slowly raised his hand and grabbed his mask. "That's enough!" Shelley yelled, covering his ears with his hands and closing his eyes. "Get out of my head! Centimeter Aaron!" Her English pronunciation is all wrong. Then she heard the King in Yellow snap his fingers.
** The league secretary gave a thumbs up. Masha immediately picked up the music box in front of her, ran to Shelley, took her hands off her ears, put them on her knees, and then stuffed the music box into her hands. Then he removed the table and left Shelley facing the dressing mirror. Finally, he came behind Shelley, bent over, put his hands on Shelley's shoulders, and put his mouth next to Shelley's ear. "Aishen!" ** The voice of the King in Yellow suddenly appeared in Shelley's ears. "open one's eyes." She was so frightened that she couldn't even scream. "Open your eyes," the King in Yellow repeated, before placing his hands over Shelley's eyes and sliding them gently upwards. Shelley opened her eyes. "Look, it's you." The King in Yellow continued. Shelley looked at himself in the dressing mirror in the distance. "A beautiful, elegant, and aristocratic girl. If it weren't for fear that tainted your beauty, you would be a painting in the mirror." Shelley asked tremblingly, "What do you want to do?" The King in Yellow ignored her and continued, "Look, an elite spy who has undergone rigorous training and completed many missions with flying colors is now just a scared girl." Shelley gritted her teeth. The King in Yellow continued, "Look around here. What a boring space. The walls and floors are all cement color. There is no decoration at all. It has nothing to do with style and aesthetics. There are also simple lighting and exposed wires. This space is simply the opposite of elegance and style. But don't you think this is a space suitable for a spy to sleep in? “Imagine this,” the King in Yellow’s voice was full of allure, “a bullet enters from the back and then exits from the front, your beautiful fat and internal organs are blown away, leaving only an ugly hole in your chest, you fall to the ground, someone shoots you in the back of the head, and then because of a nerve spasm - you must know what will happen next, after all, you have probably seen more corpses than me, but this has nothing to do with you, because you are already dead, you don’t know anything. "How pitiful." "You obviously have such a beautiful appearance, you can swim in the ocean of art, smile gracefully, and live a life like heaven. Looking at yourself, don't you think you should change the background of this dressing mirror?" Shelley looked into the dressing mirror, at herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she found that the music box was now in her hand. She looked down at the music box. "You are bewitching me!" she said through gritted teeth. "I am asking you to face yourself." The King in Yellow came closer and spoke almost in her ear. "I will tell you a little secret. I, the King in Yellow, do not have the power to control people's hearts. But you will not believe it. Even if you believe it, others will not believe it if you tell them. One day in the future, when you understand that what I said is the truth, you will be impressed by my extraordinary wisdom."
Then, the King in Yellow in the mirror stood up, and it looked like what he was about to do was done. "What is your purpose?" Shelley was no longer terrified. She asked boldly, "Do you want to turn me into those girls? Do you want to make me your puppet?" "I told you, I don't have the power to control people's hearts. Since you are asking questions, why not ask your heart?" The King in Yellow said, and touched Shelley's heart through the thick fat. Then he snapped his fingers. ** The League Secretary asked: "What's next?" Masha took out the stun gun and shot Shelley in the neck. "When it's done, take her to the third floor and say she fell down the stairs and passed out. Remember, everyone should act as if nothing happened. We don't know what kind of dream she had." "Is that enough?" the League Secretary asked. "I thought you would force her to obey like you did to me. Just now, you asked her to sign a contract and she obeyed. I think if it were me, I would also be scared and sign the contract in terror." "I don't want to add another person who can't be resurrected by the resurrection coin." Masha shrugged, "Let's see the effect this way first. I think this is almost enough." The league secretary nodded, then asked Masha, "You... don't really have the ability to control people's minds, do you?" "Then the first thing I want to do is to make you fall in love with me," said Masha. "That's right." ------ Ugh, it looks like this is going to take longer than expected and I don't want to pull another all-nighter. But I want to continue coding... Chapter 327: This Light-Speed Play, Do You Recognize It? (Fifth Update) Shelley opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling. ——Is it really a dream? ——But I remember the experience so clearly. Can dreams be like this too? She remained lying on her back on the bed, raised her right hand and placed it on her forehead, gently pressing her eyes with her arm. The voice of the King in Yellow echoed clearly in her mind: "I am asking you to face yourself." "I have no ability to control people's hearts." ——Pianzi, I don’t have the ability to control people’s minds, so how could I almost believe such nonsense. ——Yesterday I was tossing and turning and completely unable to sleep because I had to go into the devil's lair again today. ——But now, because of what you said, I suddenly feel like I can sleep well. For some reason, Shelley began to think back to previous missions and the colleagues who had died in the line of duty since she became an agent. This industry is not safe at all, especially when there are competitors like the KGB and Mossad who like to kill people. The government telecommunications bureau itself is no pushover.
Although up to now, Shelley has only participated in two missions where he faced life and death, not counting this one, each time left an extremely deep impression on him. ——Thinking about it carefully, I was very scared every time and I don’t know how I got through it. ——Facing yourself... ——But, in fact, I have always known that I don’t want to go into danger, and I don’t want to die. ——But Mr. W said that everyone is like this, it’s just that sometimes people have to do things, and everyone is pushed forward by responsibilities, obligations, honor, and various other things.