It was getting dark early on a cloudy day, and the street lamps in the narrow street hadn't been turned on yet, only the star lamps hanging from various shops illuminated them. In the evening, many shops closed early, and the security of this street was very poor, and theft and robbery occurred from time to time.
A woman with a graceful figure is walking slowly in the dark street. The peacock green satin cheongsam wraps her exquisite figure. She holds a handbag in one hand and a delicate feather fan in the other. Her curly hair is curled up. , the small satin hat on her head hung down a black veil, loomingly covering her slightly sickly pale face.
The high-heeled shoes stepped lightly on the ground, and the entire narrow street reverberated with this bewitching sound.
Qishenggu saw a few swaying figures appearing in the darkness in the distance, a few hooligans sitting on stacked discarded cargo boxes, whistling meaningfully at Qishenggu, someone even untied their trouser chains in the dark, He stared at her squintingly, and solved his needs wretchedly with his hands.
They deliberately release alpha courtship pheromones to harass, beautiful women are a rare commodity here, and they have no morals at all.
Qishenggu snorted softly and walked past them, a drop of cloudy white viscous liquid splashed onto the hem of Qishenggu's cheongsam, the gangsters said a few obscene words, and then burst into laughter.
Qi Shenggu lifted the small white velvet fan to cover his mouth and nose, and glanced at them with a frown.
The obscene laughter stopped abruptly.
The man who untied the trouser chain was horrified to find that the things between his crotch had disappeared, and trembling and screaming in disbelief, people were attracted by his screams, but found that his own flesh and blood were also rapidly falling away. faded on the bone.
In an instant, there were only a few skeletons and bones with different postures left on the cargo box. The breeze blew, and the bones turned into snow and sand and drifted away soundlessly.
Qi Shenggu walked into the doll shop at the end of the narrow street, and the glazed macaw on the hanging wood in front of the door let out a distant cry.
The puppeteer is sitting at the workbench, wearing black half-palm gloves, and is applying makeup to a puppet's head. The falling toner falls on his dark brown leather apron with buckles, and the puppet's head and face The red blood and blue capillaries come to life.
Seeing Qi Shenggu enter the door, the puppeteer didn't look up, and the work in hand didn't stop, he just responded lightly: "I'm back."
Qi Shenggu took out an old copper key from his handbag, and a bunch of fake passports and ID cards and threw them on the puppeteer's workbench, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Nix, I thought You asked me to go to Canada because you had something serious to do."
The puppeteer laughed: "It's not serious."
"You have the money to buy an entire castle, and the forged documents are impeccable. Why do you have to hide your financial ability?"
"After staying in the Red Throated Bird for so many years, I always want to get some benefits. I can't work for nothing. I didn't hide it. Didn't I give you all the keys?"
Qi Shenggu coughed a few times: "You didn't want to leave until you sucked up that terrorist organization, the Red Throated Bird, from the inside out."
"These are not important anymore." The puppeteer asked, "How is it? Is it okay there?"
"Very well, that castle is now like a kingdom of experimental bodies. Your puppet servants have taken good care of those little ghosts who are still nursing, and some mature bodies have combined with each other to give birth to offspring... My My head hurts."
The puppeteer smiled: "Very good."
"I'm tired." Qi Shenggu sat on the sofa wearily, "I thought it was just a whim when you asked us to go to the IOA to snatch the experimental subjects... cough cough... you told me that I can meet many companions in Canada... that is, those larvae And the little ghosts in the cultivation period? What is the use of collecting them? These experimental subjects are not high-level, and without the supply of nutrients, they cannot grow into powerful mature bodies."
"I like it. If you have money, you can do whatever you want."
"What do you like about them?"
"Simple and grateful." The puppeteer put the doll's head in the box to dry, and rested on the back of the chair. "Creatures like you have a long lifespan, strong physical strength, low emotional intelligence and high IQ, and simple thinking, so they are not easy to get sick and die." , and almost no infighting, wouldn’t it be good for us to make such creatures the main body of life on land.”
Qi Shenggu was momentarily speechless to refute.
Nothing seems wrong.
"You rescued me from Berna Pharmaceutical Factory, is that your selfish intention?" Qi Shenggu asked.
"Well, Emperor Crocodile told me that you two met in the training base, and I will rescue you by the way. But I didn't expect to meet the god-envoy lightning ghost that day. What was originally a simple matter became very troublesome."
"That's it? You are too confident. Not all experimental subjects are what you like."
"I entrusted you with such a boring task, you finished it, and now you are sitting here, not leaving, not doing anything with me, isn't it enough for me to like you?"
"you… "
"I'm back!" The back door of the puppet shop was kicked open, Eris came back with a shotgun, sat down on the puppeteer's workbench, and squeezed the matting paint bottle upside down, "Oh, Miss Peacock It's there too."
The puppeteer reluctantly put away the things on the table.
Holding the big hourglass, the sprite walked in behind Eris step by step, and closed the door.
"Nicks... I, got, the itinerary of the president of the IOA... He, is going..." The ghost is still in the cultivation stage, and it is still in the talking stage, and Eris is impatient, so he simply said for him: "Yan Yi is going to go next week." There is a meeting in Westminster, and this time we will definitely bring up the matter of discontinuing the experimental body produced by the research institute, and we are flying in a private jet, should we blow up the plane?"
The sprite was robbed of the conversation, and the curly hair on its head was messed up by Eris' snoring, a little aggrieved, holding the glass hourglass and stopped talking.
The puppeteer took a piece of candy from the drawer and gave it to the sprite: "I know it was you who investigated it."
"Hmm." The sprite took the candy, stuffed it into his mouth contentedly, and said vaguely, "Nix, I... have been promoted to, M2 level... I have new abilities..."
"Oh? What is it?" During the cultivation period, very few experiments had their physical fitness raised to M2 level.
"Yes... attribute swap..."
The sprite hourglass M2 differentiation ability "Attribute Swap" can make flame flow, water burn, wind extinguish fire, non-toxic into highly poisonous.
"It's great." The puppeteer took out another candy and gave it to him. The sprite obediently took it, held it in both hands and ate it cherishingly.
"Pretending to be pitiful and being good." Eris was a little annoyed at the silly expression of the puppeteer, reached out and grabbed all the candy from the puppeteer's drawer, and stuffed it into his pocket.
The puppeteer looked at Eris: "How about the matter that asked you to investigate?"
"I'm staring at the research institute as you said. It's not that the IOA is doing something in it. I even passed on the news of them sneaking into the Greyhound family to the research institute, but I still let them succeed in blowing up the pharmaceutical factory and dumping tannin. All destroyed, in order to save money, the research institute wants to destroy a large number of experimental bodies, the number is very large, at least 30,000."
The puppeteer gradually frowned: "Time and place."
"It should be in Red Beaver City, just this month." Eris hated Red Beaver City very much, where the nightmare started.
The computer on the coffee table suddenly lit up, indicating that a new email had been received.
On the email was a scanned copy of an anonymous report letter, which stated succinctly: "The 109 Research Institute will destroy a batch of experimental subjects on the 18th of this month at the Huaerhua Pharmaceutical Factory in Red Fox City."
The signature of the email is "Love launches biubiubiu", and the IP cannot be found anyway.
The puppeteers knew at a glance that this was a message sent intentionally by the IOA. They received an anonymous report letter, but they didn’t want to use manpower to take the risk of proving the truth, so they simply passed the news to them. Will not act rashly.
It seems that the last time the IOA snatched the experimental subject was still brooding. At the same time, they also discovered their unusual obsession with the experimental subject. This idea was probably conceived by Bai Chunian. their chance.
The puppeteer also hesitated. The experimental subjects destroyed in a centralized manner will not be too strong, so the strength and number of the watchmen should not be too outrageous, but if this is a trap, they don't have many people, and the trouble may not be worth the loss.
But the number of 30,000 makes the puppeteer very excited. After all, the current warden of the international prison is with the IOA. The proposal put forward by Yan Yi at the international conference this time is very likely to be passed. Once the proposal is passed, the future The research institute will stop producing experimental bodies within a year, and it will not be easy to obtain any experimental bodies in the future.
Eris couldn't think of so many long-term things, so he slapped the barrel of the shotgun and loaded the bullet: "Wait, isn't it just a group of test subject cubs, I'll get them back for you."
"Tch." Qi Shenggu lazily leaned on the sofa, fanned himself with a small fan, and had nothing to say.
The puppeteer shook his head: "I'll think about it. Go back and rest first."
Qi Shenggu stood up, walked out the back door with a handbag in his high heels.
"Go, go, you go too." Eris lifted the silly sprite from the bench and pushed it out the door, and the sprite squeezed a hand through the crack of the door: "My...hourglass..."
"Come on, you're in the way." Eris picked up the hourglass and threw it out, knocking the petite sprite o several steps away.
The puppeteer closed the computer, picked up the doll's head that hadn't finished makeup, and continued to trace. There was no headlight in the room, only the three-pronged candlestick on the coffee table was burning slightly, and the off-white desk lamp only illuminated a small area of the workbench. The puppeteer worked with his head down, and the light reflected on his side face.
Eris was sitting on the bench next to the workbench, poking his gun into the ground, lying on his stomach as he watched the puppeteer put makeup on the doll, the lights flickering in his eyes as he blinked.
"Why don't you go?" the puppeteer asked.
"I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep." Eris said on her stomach.
"If you really decide to go this time, it may be very dangerous. You may have to leave here after the operation is over. Do you want to go?"
Eris scratched his hair: "I don't know. Go as you say, you can't do it without me, I'm your messenger." He smiled a little smugly, showing a row of neat white teeth, pointed teeth .
The puppeteer shook his head: "Forget it, I don't ask you. If you have nothing to do, go and help me throw out the trash. I don't want the stuff in the sack in the corner."
"Oh." Eris readily agreed, jumped up from the stool, and went to the corner to lift the dusty sack, which was filled with the limbs of some dolls, which had not been polished and painted.
"I don't want any more?" Eris picked out a forearm from the inside, "Isn't this pretty good?"
"The firing is broken. Some have cracks, some are broken, and some have the wrong color. Some have been left for a long time, and the weather is wet and moldy."
"Hmm..." Eris picked up the sack, went out through the back door, found the garbage dump and threw it away.
The puppeteer continued to put makeup on the baby's head. Doing this kind of work allowed him to completely calm down and think about things.
After a while, Eris opened the door again and came back, and sat back on the stool. This time he pulled the stool much closer, and sat next to the puppeteer.
The puppeteer thought he was in the way, so he raised his head and glanced at him, then froze for a moment.
Eris' pale green eyes looked at him mournfully, and the corners of his lips drooped into downward brackets, but he was a doll at heart, without the delicate tear ducts to cry human tears.
The puppeteer laughed out loud: "What?"
"I don't want to be thrown in a sack by you," Eris said.
"Why should I throw you away?"
"I don't know. I think you're going to throw me when I'm old and moldy."
"I've oiled your body so it won't get moldy."
"Ah." Eris felt much better.
The puppeteer put makeup on the doll in silence until late at night, and it was pitch black outside the puppet shop. Eris sat on the ground leaning against his lap, sleeping soundly with his head on his lap.