[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 80 The Miracle of Mortals

This is a small shop hidden among the trees in the alleys of Yokohama.

The green creeper snakes down the window of the small shop. Through the window stained by the setting sun, you can see the delicate dolls sparsely placed in the window.

The curly-haired man in sunglasses twisted the wooden crossed glass doorknob, and a gust of wind chimed.

"Excuse me." In this quiet atmosphere, Matsuda Jinping subconsciously slowed down.

The old craftsman wearing big black-rimmed glasses is sitting next to the window with the best lighting. On the tabletop covered with cushions, it is full of real-life hair, arms, eyeballs and other parts and tools, which are printed on the tablecloth. Leave a shadow, big or small.

Hearing the voice of the person coming, the old man did not raise his head, but carefully traced the eye socket of the doll in his hand with a probe.

After a long while, the shop owner raised his head and replied, "It's you."

"It's the junior." Facing this puppet master, Matsuda Jinping's attitude was very respectful.

"That child has been almost repaired by me." The old man said, "It's rare to see someone like you being destroyed after opening a shop for so many years." His tone contained a hint of condemnation.

Matsuda Jinping had to smile silently.

"I'm really bothering you." The

old shop owner glanced at him and saw that the young man had already taken off his sunglasses and was looking at himself earnestly, so he didn't say more dissatisfied words, but turned and walked deeper into the shop s room.

Matsuda Jinpei stood in the shop, counting the tiny particles of dust that looked like a single particle in the sun.

With the sound of rustling clothes and the old man's dragging footsteps, he raised his head and saw that the other party was walking out of the house holding his unusually familiar doll box with some difficulty.

Matsuda Jinpei hurried up to meet him and took the weight from the shopkeeper's hand.

"Open it and have a look." The owner walked to the counter, pointed to the empty counter, and said.

The man gently put the box on top, followed the bottom side first, and then placed the handle of the doll box on the counter.

Matsuda Jinhei unfastened the buckle on it and made a slight "click".

The box was slowly opened, and the man subconsciously held his breath.

I saw the doll in the dress huddled in the soft cloth with its eyes closed, all limbs repaired completely, and the cracked eye sockets that had been burned by the fire were somehow reinforced, showing an ice-blue luster, but more like it. It is the decoration that originally existed on it.

Matsuda Jinhei held the puppet's armpit and held it up.

Following his movements, the doll's neck was slightly tilted back, obviously it had been repaired to its best appearance.

"Thank you so much." Matsuda Jinping said with a sigh.

"Don't thank me," said the old shopkeeper, but he didn't appreciate it at all. "I saw that the maker of it was also a master. It's a pity for such a broken child."

"Try the mechanism inside." The old man pointed. A key-like thing lying next to the doll was a clockwork switch.

Matsuda Jinping's movements were almost incomprehensible, and Yiyan picked up the delicate object and aimed it at the keyhole.