On the vast, boundless sea, a large ship sailed, with a seagull standing on the sail, tilting its head curiously at the helmsman. The helmsman's head was only half intact, brains still oozing, yet he could maneuver the ship's wheel. The seagull tried to approach but eventually flew away.
The cabin was filled with bodies, a middle-aged man had been forced into a corner, trembling, crawling on his hands, begging for mercy, already in tears.
The Porcelain Doll wore a smile on its face, sucking on a lollipop, "Uncle, do you want to touch me?"
"No, no, won't, won't!" The middle-aged man frantically waved his hand.
"Don't want to?" The Porcelain Doll's tone became harsh, its expression suddenly fierce.
"I do, I do, Miss is the most beautiful and noble girl I've ever seen." The middle-aged man quickly pleaded.
"Then be gentle, Porcelain Dolls can break." The Porcelain Doll extended its hand to the middle-aged man, who shivered, unsure whether to touch or not.
