The girl faced her puppet and bawled, crying as if her heart would break.
She was like a wronged child who had found her parents and wanted to throw herself into their arms, to be held and comforted.
The puppet remained motionless, holding its pose and showing no reaction to the girl's crying.
After crying for a while, the girl called the puppet by name, her words slurred, and reached out to it.
Clatter!
The calm sea of blood suddenly churned.
Still crying, the girl lowered her head and looked down at the sea of blood.
One bear's head after another rose from the water. They all tilted their heads up and stared at the girl.
The girl was so frightened that she stopped crying. She wanted even more to hug her puppet.
She turned back. "Bony..." The final syllable caught in her throat.
The puppet had turned into a teddy bear, holding the girl in the same pose.
The girl froze, her body trembling.
The teddy bear raised its arm and pulled the girl closer, bringing her before its eyes.
The girl trembled even harder.
The teddy bear was undeniably cute, cuter and softer than that ugly puppet, yet the girl couldn't help feeling afraid, as if she were looking at a monster.
This wasn't just a case of psychological trauma.
The teddy bear was affecting the girl's mind, warping it.
It reminded me of Wang Yan, who had been led to suicide by a figurine.
Wang Yan was an adult. Though immature in some ways, she was certainly stronger and more rational than the girl.
The figurine had only managed to affect Wang Yan's mind and break through her defenses after Wang Yan had suffered several blows, finally confusing her.
But these toys didn't need to put nearly