Peach blossoms bloomed at the corner of the street. In the evening, a few old people chatted under the tree with their canes, watching the children running around in the open space.
This narrow street is a tourist street. The handicraft shops on both sides of the road are doing very well. The shopkeepers try their best to attract customers, hoping to make enough money for the day before dark. The law and order here is very poor. There are often gangsters stealing and even robbing with knives at night. , Most of the shops close at six o'clock in the evening.
The lights of the small shops on the street were dimmed, and only one doll shop was brightly lit. Wooden cabinets were placed in the glass windows. On each floor, there were four to six doll heads that had been fired and put on makeup. There are no eyeballs attached, and the hollow head looks a little scary under the warm light. Another wooden cabinet has ceramic hands and feet with different shapes on each floor.
There is no one soliciting business in front of the store, only a golden and blue glazed macaw hangs on the hanging wood in front of the door, and occasionally someone will come to take away the customized doll.
The price of these dolls is astonishingly high, but if a daring tourist dares to look closely, you will find that the head and expression of each doll are completely different, the eyelashes are distinct, and the cyan color is faintly visible on the rosy cheeks. The blood vessels, the expressions are vivid and realistic, and it is really worth its price.
The glass of the doll shop is tightly closed, and the owner in charge of the business cannot be seen through the gap between the two wooden cabinets in the window.
A medieval European-style round table and matching chairs and stools are placed in the slightly cramped shop. The long room is separated from the middle by the counter. Behind the counter seems to be a workshop. There are a large number of unfinished dolls stacked on the board, and the hands, feet and ball joints that have just been fired and have not been polished are in the drawers on the floor. The light in the room is very dark, only a warm-colored desk lamp is on on the workbench in the corner.
A suit hangs on the wall, with plastic wrap over the suit to keep the room's pervasive dust from getting on the expensive fabrics.
The puppeteer, dressed in plain overalls, a dark brown leather apron with buckles and black half-hand gloves, sits at his workbench holding a resin-made right forearm and right hand with a knife and sandpaper some details.
Eris was sitting on his work table, holding a goblet in his left hand. The wine in the glass was shaking slightly. His right arm disappeared from the elbow, revealing the spherical bony joint and blood-red section of the elbow. Although the arm that was amputated by Bai Chunian had regrown due to the physique of the experimental subject, Eris always felt uncomfortable.
The puppeteer stretched the resin arm and connected it to the ball joint of Eris' elbow, and asked him to move it.
"Did you do this yourself?" Eris raised his resin arm and clenched his fists. The five fingers were also flexible, but the arm hadn't been painted and looked pale.
"No." Nix showed him the bill. "It's an arm imported from France, and the artist Mowa's name is engraved on the inside, which belongs to the collection."
"I don't like it." Eris glanced at the fired arms all over the floor, "Choose one of these for me."
Nix had long been accustomed to his unreasonable troubles, took off his gloves and rubbed his neck: "It's almost time, it's time to do what I entrusted to you."
There was a soft sound of glass cracking, and the goblet in his hand was crushed by his snow-white resin fingers, and he held the sharp end to Nix's throat: "I'll go when I'm done, or I'll take it!" This collectible arm sawed to shreds."
Nix glanced at him, reluctantly went to the ground to pick a rough arm, sat back in place, put on gloves, and polished the outer skin of the arm smooth under the lamp, followed by the matching ball joint and right hand.
The right hand was delicate, consisting of fourteen ball joints and fragmented knuckles. Nix worked silently under the lamp, and Eris sat on the table looking down at his blond hair that fell on his forehead.
"Okay." Nix replaced him with a new ceramic right arm, and tried to check the tendons in each finger. "This one is cheap, and it's not as strong as that one."
"Then I don't care, I like this, this is beautiful." Eris clenched his fist, stretched his nimble fingers and then closed them, holding Nix's fingers, "Do you think such an arm can sense pain and temperature?"
"No." Nix smiled perfunctorily.
"Okay." Eris' light green eyes reflected the desk lamp and snow-white ceramic arms, "it's warm, nearly ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, a temperature I don't have."
"By the way, is your name engraved in it?" Eris asked.
"No."
"Take it down and re-engrav it again."
"Eris." Nix's face darkened, "go to work."
"Forget it." Eris whistled, happily jumped off the workbench holding her new arm, took a look in front of the mirror, and ran out like a gust of wind.
Nix sat silently in front of the table. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the skin-damaged clothes neatly folded into a square on the round table, so he walked over, shook the clothes off, and looked at the damaged sleeve on his right arm, which was simply sewn with cursed gold thread. Take it to the workbench and lay it flat, sew a needle, and sew it up at the break. The puppeteer is an alpha redback spider. Compared with carving, sewing is also better.
Instead of going out through the main entrance, Eris walked through the back door on the inside of the workshop. The back door had to be connected to a long and narrow corridor warehouse to lead to the outside.
On the two walls of the corridor are already made delicate dolls, wearing gorgeous dresses and tuxedos, and natural gemstones from different origins are inlaid on their clothes and top hats.
Eris walked among them, showing off to all the dolls the perfect right hand he had just connected from time to time, but the dolls' seemingly agile eyes only stared at the front.
"Tch, it's so boring." He aimed his gun between the eyebrows of each doll, but he just made a gesture and didn't shoot. He whispered fuck and walked out.
By the time Eris arrived at a hot spring club, it was already dark, there was no moon today, and some sparse spots of light hung between the clouds and flickered.
"The Queen's Dreamland." Eris took out a handwritten card from his pocket, and compared the names of the guild halls one by one against the smooth cursive English on it, "Ah, it's here. It's quite enjoyable."
The appearance of the hot spring club looks magnificent, and the consumption can be seen from the decoration, but Eris doesn't care. He shot the waiter who stopped in front of him and asked him to show his appointment, and the waiter's head was blown off.
The corpses he walked along were shot and fell to the ground one after another, and the blood dripped from the marble in front and spread.
"Oh... I forgot to ask which room I was in." Eris kicked open a door casually, and inside was a fat middle-aged alpha sitting in the pool and waiting for the pretty omega waiter to feed the grapes.
The door was kicked open suddenly. Alpha was taken aback. He impatiently picked up his cell phone and called the bodyguard outside. He suddenly saw the shotgun in Eris' hand. His hand stiffened for a moment, and he slowly put it down. overhead.
The little o waiter was so frightened that he crouched on the ground holding his head.
Eris put the barrel of the gun on his shoulder, raised his chin slightly and asked, "Have you ever seen a black panther alpha? It may be about six feet tall, wearing black clothes, and wearing a sapphire ring."
The middle-aged alpha replied with trembling lips: "On the second floor... I saw him go upstairs..."
"Thank you." Eris looked down and glanced at alpha, "Hey, it's not as long as a shotgun. Is this already the length in use?"
"You..." Alpha dared not speak in anger.
Eris carried the gun and went upstairs.
The second floor is full of relatively luxurious large baths, only one of which is lit.
The warm light shone on the golden pattern on the wall, and the condensed water droplets slowly flowed down the wall to the ground.
The center of the wide square bath is steaming with hot mist, and the farthest edge is leaning against an alpha.
Alpha's eyes were closed, his muscular arms rested on the edge of the pool, water droplets flowed down his Adam's apple, over his brown pectoral skin and fell into the water, and the sapphire ring on his right index finger was shining brightly.
"Hey, little black cat, you soaked comfortably, I ran so far to find you."
The alpha in the pool slowly opened his eyes, and there were two thin lines in the middle of a pair of golden pupils.
"I don't want to participate in this boring dispute anymore, don't come to me." Black Panther Alpha said.
Eris gritted his teeth and rubbed the barrel of the gun, took out a crumpled letter from his pocket, and spun it to the Panther: "Nix wants me to bring you a letter, otherwise I won't come."
Black Panther Alpha received the crumpled letter, placed it on the edge of the pool, and continued to rest with its eyes closed.
"Whatever you want, I'm enough for Knicks." Seeing his haughty look, Eris sneered and walked away.
After Eris left, after a while, the black panther rested his head on the edge of the pool and sighed softly: "You come out too."
Behind the screen near the carved window, Bai Chunian came out with his hands in his trouser pockets, squatted on the edge of the pool next to the black panther, and stirred the water with his hand: "Huh? It's a bit cold."
Black Panther half-opened his amber eyes: "Speak quickly."
"Hey, we're out." Bai Chunian put his hands on his shoulders, "Since you don't want to go to their place, you can come to our place. You don't need to do anything, just drink tea and sleep, as long as you don't oppose us, how about it? , it's easy. I guarantee it with my personality, really."
"Your personality is worthless." Black Panther took his hand away from his shoulder, "If your purpose is the same as Eris, go back and coax your wife as soon as possible."
"It's okay, my wife is here too."
A blond-haired mermaid emerged from the water, leaped lightly, and sat on the edge of the pool, holding a sapphire ring in his hand, looking at the light.
Only then did the panther realize that his right index finger was empty.
Rimbaud looked at the ring and tried it on his finger: "It is said that the ring finger of a person is slightly thinner than the index finger. If you wear a suitable ring on your index finger, it will be more suitable for someone with a thicker finger than your ring finger."
The black panther gritted his teeth lightly, his fangs slightly protruding from his lips.
Bai Chunian squatted by the edge of the pool and chuckled, "Have you read the newspaper? The warden of the International Prison has been dismissed."
The black panther's face was as usual, only the veins in his arms were slightly bulging.
The USB flash drive that Bai Chunian handed over to the president contained the photos and videos of Samael's final death beside the training cabin.
At that time, the incident of circulating virus zombies in Enxi Hospital caused a lot of noise and attracted the attention of many media. In the end, Samael was killed and his body was kept in an international prison. These news were also hyped as news to appease the people.
Now the experimental body that was supposed to be placed in the dissection room of the International Prison Guardianship Building appeared outside again, which caused a huge sensation, and the International Prison was therefore decided to conduct a thorough investigation.
This thorough investigation just happened to implicate the case of the pastry chef deteriorating and severely damaging the prison building. The warden insisted that the pastry chef deteriorated for no reason, but after a thorough investigation, he found the pastry chef deteriorating the truth.
The warden took the blame and resigned because of this. As soon as this shocking case broke out, even the words clarified by the 109 Research Institute at the press conference a few days ago became unconvincing, and anti-109 organizations even appeared among the people.
In the eyes of some ordinary people and public welfare volunteers, since they have never seen the real experimental subject, they feel that the experimental subject is like a cloned human being, created without choice, without human rights, pitiful, weak and helpless. The experimental subject itself has a compassionate attitude, and has a strong resistance to the 109 Research Institute.
"The warden has disappeared since he left office, and no one knows where he is now. But I saw him get into a car with a black umbrella." Bai Chunian smiled and gave him a card, "Interested If so, call this number."
"I'm not interested. It's best to die." The panther got up from the water, took back the ring from Rimbaud, stepped on the edge of the pool, picked up the towel and wrapped it around his lower body, and walked out slowly.
There is a scorpion tail pattern on the middle spine of his broad and firm back, and each spine overlaps with each scorpion tail. After he walked into the darkness, the black pattern radiated light green fluorescence.