Chapter 1542 The performance ends!

That voice broke the silence of the performance.

And like an uncontrollable swarm of insects, after the quiet atmosphere was broken, the surging noise was like releasing the evil beast in the heart.

This is no longer a pure performance.

Instead, it has become a group of squirming and bloated monsters hiding in the bright and gorgeous clothes and appearances, competing for prices, and the commodity is the caged bird 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, the gentle dance is like a destined fate. In this steam age, on this stage where the old and the new meet, she is the first perfect doll combined by humans, industry and mysticism.

Nobles, capitalists, politicians, those upper-class dignitaries who stand at the forefront of the times.

They all like new things.

When worldly desires have become boring and can no longer satisfy them, they will look for newer and more taboo things to satisfy the sins in their hearts.

And here.

You will have the first perfect puppet of this era, you will sit on the crystallization of flesh and blood and industry, just like.

You will crush the entire era dirty under your feet.

The performance is over.

The puppet in the cage picked up the hem of her skirt and bowed to all the audience present, which also meant the perfect end of this performance. Behind the lights, there was the fanatical and greedy eyes of the old man with a cane. It was a desire for money and the satisfaction of being recognized for his perfect work, but he didn't care about her future fate.

There was no need to care.

Because no matter how gorgeous the item is, it is just an item after all.

He needs the appreciation of these people to support his bloody research, and he needs their recognition to continue to promote this kind of commodity to the collection of every upper-class person.

And human life is the least valuable.

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

For a little bit of grace and bread, there will be many families willing to offer their young children, and their daughters will become exquisite works of art after layers of screening, placed in the collection rooms of those classes that they will never be able to look up to in their lifetime.

The bid was finally fixed at 54,000 pounds.

This is not an unacceptable price for those dignitaries, but for the lower class of that era, this is already a number that a family can never look up to in their lifetime.

And after the transaction.

The bidder will also officially own the doll.

At that moment, Lin En had already understood that this was not only the tallest building in the city, but also the darkest underground of the city. All the sinful transactions were hidden under the glamor. In this upper-class gathering disguised as a performance and banquet, you can see all the hidden sins.

Behind the gorgeous curtain is the huge ugliness hidden.

The breeze blew across the calm cheek of the girl in the cage, and across the gorgeous curtain behind him. There were artworks that were about to be put on the stand, those girls who were sold publicly, those slaves who had completed industrial transformation, and those industries where a contract could determine the fate of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of workers.

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

And the puppet's eyes were still calm and empty.

She hugged her puppet.

No emotions.

No heart.

Suddenly, it seemed that the breeze blew the high curtain, and the floor of the stage made a creaking sound. A foot stepped onto the stage from behind the curtain. When he stepped out, it seemed that countless ripples of spiritual energy raged under his feet.

As if hearing such a movement, the puppet quietly turned his head while holding the puppet.

At that moment.

The man ran towards her in the center of the stage. He was wearing clothes that were completely different from this world. He was like a shadow that walked out of a phantom. His eyes looked directly into her eyes, as if he had a resolute will.

He stepped on the shadow of the stage and ran towards her with all his strength.

Boom——

The canary-like cage collapsed into thousands of pieces under his violent punch. The strong wind from the punch blew up her long hair and long skirt, and the fragments passed through her red eyes.

As if breaking the shackles of memory and reality, she grabbed her wrist with force.

"Go!"

He passed by sideways and said with great force.

At that moment.

She seemed to be stunned to see the puppet in his hand that was exactly the same as the one in her hand.

The flying of the long skirt was almost irresistible. Lin En grabbed her wrist with determination and slammed through the golden cage on the other side, trying to take her away from this sad stage.

A breeze blew from afar.

The darkness remained.

Lin En stopped after running a dozen steps.

On the stage, there was nothing around him.

The canary cage was still intact, and he was holding nothing in his hands, as if everything just now was just an imaginary illusion.

Nothing happened.

Behind him.

In the golden cage, the girl with the puppet still stood there quietly, with her head down, hugging her puppet, and the audience was still noisy.

This is a fantasy, 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 onto the stage and take her away.

Lin En clenched his hands, turned his head, and stared at the familiar figure in the cage.

The slight connection of the little finger.

It beat slightly.

But the almost unbreakable barrier between them had already doomed the failure of this attempt.

But she seemed to still have a sense of it. She lowered her head and hugged the puppet in her arms tightly, as if at that moment just now, it was the puppet she cherished that gave her the reluctance and impulse to take her away, to save her.

She opened her mouth softly, as if she was talking to the puppet.

"Thank you."

...

At that moment, the entire stage began to shatter.

It was like the end of a performance, and countless images turned into flying glass fragments, peeling off.

Standing on the stage, Lin En once again returned to the surging silence and darkness. All the images disappeared at this moment, and the memory fragments of this scene went away in the darkness. In the depths of this broken subconscious, everything was no longer coherent, and all the past was mixed and chaotically gathered here.