Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 175 Give it back to you

to winter.

In the kitchen filled with a dazzling array of dishes, two women dressed in winter country ladies' clothes were pushing each other.

"It's your turn to deliver food to the Doctor today. Go quickly, or you will be blamed."

The woman who was pushed hugged her arms and hesitated to leave the kitchen.

"The Doctor has been very scary lately. It's been several days since I came back from Inazuma. I don't even dare to pass by the Doctor's room, let alone deliver food."

"Do you want to be blamed? Master Harlequin has told us to take good care of Master Doctor's food, clothing and daily life."

The woman was pushed again and again, and finally accepted her fate of being frightened for a while.

"May Her Majesty the Queen bless you. I hope that you, the Doctor, will be in a better mood today."

The woman nervously carried the food out of the kitchen.

After crossing the long bridge built over the ice lake, the lady stood cautiously in front of the doctor's door.

"Doctor, it's time for lunch."

……

The room was silent. If one listened carefully, one could hear rustling sounds, as if something was being taken away frequently.

The lady didn't dare to listen carefully. She was carrying the heavy food box and sweat was dripping down her forehead.

After hesitating whether to remind again, a sound without any fluctuations finally came from the house.

"Put your things down and go."

The lady breathed a sigh of relief, placed the food box quietly in front of the door, turned around and left carefully.

Dotole stared at the thing in his hand with an extremely serious expression. Ever since he said that, his thin lips with a beautiful curve have been pursed, and his eyes are so focused as if the thing in his hand is his most precious thing.

There were countless wooden parts that were disassembled and placed side by side. Each one was finely carved, and one could vaguely make out how these parts looked like on Xiaojiu's body.

Dotore held a round object in his hand. He turned the object in his hand, revealing a face without any facial features and a head full of thick black hair.

Since Dotore returned from Inazuma in winter, he has locked himself in the house for several days and has not come out.

He did not tell the clown whether the plan was completed or not, and he refused to see him when Sandoni visited him.

However, he took great pains to find the material that was closest to human skin, trying to transform Xiaojiu into a human form.

Now the body and head are intact, and all that remains is to outline the facial features.

But that face and those features were so clear in his mind that Dotore began to feel timid.

When I recall this face, all I can see is the scene of Cheng Yan covered in blood.

His hands began to shake uncontrollably, and Dotole frowned. He usually wore a mask in winter, but at this moment his true face was briefly revealed.

The light-colored eyelashes were trembling, and the red at the end of the eye seemed a little dim against the red pupil.

The sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh was still ringing in his ears. Dotole put down everything in his hands and slumped over the table uncontrollably.

"idiot……"

His voice trembled slightly, his thin lips lifted up, and he uttered a word that sounded like resentment and anger.

The blood rushed up, and the scenes that I didn't want to recall rushed into my mind uncontrollably.

He stabbed the dagger into Cheng Yan's body with his own hands.

The blade cut through the flesh, tearing it open and oozing blood.

Dotore had never known that blood could be so blindingly red.

I don’t know if Cheng Yan was well taken care of after I left in a hurry.

I don’t even know... whether he will resent me from now on.

A person who is so afraid of pain suffered such serious injuries.

It became difficult for him to breathe. Dotole stood up by supporting himself on the table and walked to the cabinet.

He took out the gorgeous dagger from a compartment hidden deep inside the cabinet.

The scene of stabbing Cheng Yan seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Dotore raised his hand and touched his abdomen, corresponding to the part where Cheng Yan was stabbed.

He raised the dagger expressionlessly and stabbed it into his own body in the same way.

The blood all over his body flowed out through the wounds, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of Dotore's lips.

"Were you also... in so much pain at that time?"