On the day I escaped from the research institute buried in the fiery flames, I was the one who recited Nix because he was a bit stubborn. There must be something great about it, though I don't understand it.
The human body is too fragile. Nix was coughing all the time because of the smoke. I smashed the porcelain on his chest and let him bury his face in it to breathe the clean air in my empty chest. I carried him away. But he didn't make my body tall enough, not strong enough, I always drag his feet on the ground, but I don't dare to twist the holy clockwork again, I'm afraid that this ceramic body will I can't bear it, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to bear the sad eyes of Nix.
Fortunately, I dragged him back in the end. When I crawled out with him on my back, the outside had already become a pile of ruins. It seemed that the god made the elder brother go crazy outside and started killing. The god made the elder brother a complete lunatic. But he is so good at acting, that's why human beings recognize him as the same kind. Today he can't hide it, so he showed his feet. It's a pity that I can't watch this excitement any longer. I am anxious to take the Knicks home.
After returning to Snow White Castle, I cleaned up the mess for Miss Peacock and the others. Nix had been weak and lethargic in bed. He only woke up for a short time every day for a week, but he would ask me every day when he woke up. What am I doing in the meantime.
What can I do, I wait for him to wake up with the slippers on the ground.
After being asked by him for three consecutive days, I began to feel that I should do something, so when he woke up on the fourth day, I truthfully said that I used my ceramic tongue to play with his tongue for a while while he was sleeping, He scolded me after listening to it, scolded me for a long time, and then asked me why, I don't know, didn't he ask me to do something.
It seems that Nix didn't lie down any more since then, and his spirit has recovered a lot. It seems that the kiss I gave the princess has played a role. (He told me the story of Snow White, and when I retold it to the children in the castle, I added a little bit of oil and vinegar, and invented some scenes in which the princess killed the queen, dismembered and cooked it, and finally ate it, so the children Never pestered Nix to tell this story, it's my own.)
Nix took out Adrian's body and asked me if I wanted to change back to my original body, but my current body is more beautiful and stronger, even if this castle collapses into ruins, I will not fall down, I am Eris, who will watch over the snow of Mount Lawrence forever.
He didn't say much, just pushed Adrian's body into the incinerator, and squatted down to wait. He doesn't smoke, and waiting means thinking in another place for him. I really want to know what he is thinking. I used to have a brain, but later I found out that it doesn't make any difference.
Nix asked me, do you remember when I was a child
He was actually interested in my past, so I squatted down and told him.
My childhood was actually quite happy. The priest in the church adopted me. I listened to the confession of people coming and going in the church every day, pouring out their sins, and I liked to hear their bad luck.
The priest loves me deeply, he often praises my body, my face, he calls me Alice for girls, he sniffs my fingers and feet, touches my body under the statue, how much he loves me Ah, but I cut off his penis with the nun's silver scissors that I stole from outside. There is no reason in this world that he loves me so I will love him.
I also regretted that I hurt the only person in the world who loved me. He stopped loving me and handed me over to the doctor who came to town to treat the nuns as a volunteer.
After leaving the church, I swore that I would never hurt anyone who loved me again, and that I would be loyal to him with all my heart, no matter how bad-tempered or disgusting that person was.
After arriving at the institute, the researchers checked me and guided the differentiation. It hurt a little, but they told me that doing so would make me popular, so I am very willing.
The first ability I differentiated was "bad luck". The researchers were not in a good mood after seeing the results, and I was the same, what a pity!
I think at least there is still a chance to reverse the fate. Maybe the second ability is a powerful nuclear bomb or a money printing machine that emits money
However, after a long training of guiding differentiation, the second differentiation ability that I have appeared is "horror film", this ability can pull people into their most frightening situations, but what's so funny about it, when they are scared, I I was also scared, I don't like to use this ability very much, it will affect my sleep quality.
I have given up hope for my differentiation ability, and then I completed the third level of differentiation, and the third differentiation ability "Like Facing the Abyss" appeared, hey, it's really boring.
The training to guide differentiation is very simple. It is to replace my limbs one by one with ceramic limbs, thread them together with sutures, and replace them in a total of 53 times. My whole body, except for the glands, has become a ceramic product. Then I am no longer Adrian, and the researchers gave me a new name, Eris, which is said to be the goddess of discord and strife in Greek mythology. She used a golden apple as a gift to lure the three goddesses to scramble, and finally triggered the Trojan War.
After the brain was removed, I relied on the combat chip to think. In fact, there was not much difference. Anyway, I didn’t think very often. Except that my mood seemed to become a little irritable, everything else was the same as usual.
The researchers didn't lie to me, I really became popular, A3-level full-mimetic experimental subject, I am their top work, I wait for them to cheer for me, but they will only look at it with more fearful and cautious eyes Me, I'm so bored, I killed many researchers when the suppressor failed, but I kept my oath and never changed.
Later, I was packaged and sold. The researchers tied a big dusty bow around my neck, stuck some barcodes on me, stuffed a stack of product manuals into the box that packed me, and then closed the box and nailed it. Sealing nails, I bumped around in the dark all day before being violently unloaded by the courier company.
Through the gap I saw an alpha, a solid German with long blond hair like my curse thread. Wearing a leather apron over a plain blue shirt and gloves, he bustled among the shipments, talking to the workers in German and Italian, which I couldn't understand.
I sat upright and waited for him to come over. At this time, I thanked the researcher for the dusty pink bow that the researcher gave me. I straightened the bow and showed my most gentlemanly side. I prepared ten greetings and waited for him decently. Come.
I waited so long and all he was doing was counting the guns and the grenades, which was hilarious, I was so much better than them.
Are you still here
Oh comeon please, please come to me next.
He didn't come after all, some rough men pushed me into the warehouse full of gunpowder smell, and I was almost driven crazy by the stinking darkness.
Darkness makes me cranky.
Across the cage, I manipulated the people who walked around me and looked at me. I made him drink water to choke his intake pipe when he was mocking me. I made him smoke a cigarette and set the bed sheet on fire when he beat me with a gun butt. I made him shoot when he kicked my cage. When the bomb exploded, I let him walk on flat ground with stray bullets after making obscene gestures to me. Bad luck is enough to kill without me even needing to lift a finger.
The blond alpha finally came, I watched his silhouette in the dark, I was so disappointed, I would kill him and give him my bow.
He fumbled around me for a while, found an outlet, and then a desk lamp came on, disrupting my plans.
With his body hunched over, his hair hanging down his cheeks, he asked me in English, "Can you be quieter now?"
His eyes are like a pair of sparkling tsavorite gems, his voice is like gemstones colliding, as if the whole person is expensive, with a tag that I can't afford.
He put his hand in the cage, up to my lips, he probably didn't know that I could crush his bones, he was pretentious.
Of course I know he doesn't love me, but he touched my face.
I rubbed against his palm, it was warm, nearly ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, a temperature I almost forgot.
Later he sculpted the dolls beside me, we shared a little light on the table, he was a generous man, his name was Nix, people would call him puppeteer.
The body in the incinerator was nearly consumed, and Nix had heard enough of my ramblings, stood up to put out the fire, and pulled out the ashes that had collected in the lower drawer.
"Shall I throw it away?" I asked him.
Nix did not agree, he took away the ashes drawer, and the artist's thinking was really unusual.
I went out while he was working, yes, I was just jealous, I hated Nix to carve the bodies of other dolls, and I had to help him by his side, handling those dolls with care End in and end out, not daring to break any piece.
The castle was chaotic, some free-eating experimental subjects combined with each other, and gave birth to a nest of free-eating snacks, screaming, shitting, and crawling all over the ground every day.
Sister Peacock has recently become obsessed with listening to Chinese operas. From time to time, she hums and dances to a verse, and Di Crocodile will only flatter her. She can say everything she sings, but in fact it sounds terrible. Her throat seems to have been pecked by a chicken.
The spooky little stutterer went to be a teacher at the Children's Academy, and he taught a group of little stutterers, who followed behind him, babbling, babbling, and jiggling, who didn't know which language they were speaking.
The dragonfly girl is diligent, because she has wings, so it is convenient to fly around. She often goes to the small town down the mountain to buy some unnecessary things.
I'm in charge of the gate, sitting on the hands of the big clock of the castle, lest the IOA or PBB come to the door.
Nix warned us that we will not be allowed to appear in the sight of humans for the next 20 years, and we will make plans after taking a rest for 20 years. I could actually see that his fighting spirit was fraying, a man who would rather sit by the fire and be a doll than go out and fight the armed forces.
At the end of night guarding, I went back to Nix’s workshop. He fired a new doll, which was only the size of a palm, and the limbs and joints were extremely delicate.
"Eris, don't break my parts."
As if he heard my heart, he warned me in advance.
"Tch, oh." I raised my spirits to respond to him, "I'm going to make a dress for this little baby later? After you're done, print your redback spider logo on his back waist? Then give him a kiss of completion." ? Luckily, the damn thing."
Hey, I seem to be dazzled, Nix seems to have smiled, since the pupils have crossed since the deterioration, I see things a little blurry.
I don't want to spend this stupid night with him, I just fell asleep on his lap.
When he was woken up by the birdsong in the morning, Nix was still drawing the doll's cheeks with color powder.
Okay, let me see the doll's cheap looks, Cupid's face, white skin with a high nose bridge full of racism, thin lips with acrimony, an annoying tongue sticking out, and a pair of mold parasites Pale green eyes that literally remind me of... myself.
It's a scaled-down version of Adrian's ball-joint figure, wearing the same overalls as me.
Nix took off the eyepiece, rubbed his eyes, and handed the doll to me: "You can play with it."
"I..." I didn't have time to wash my hands, so I had to wipe my palms on my pants before taking it.
It's so beautiful.
Nix went to the sink to wash his hands, muttering how cold the water was.
I sneak up on him from behind, intending to bite his neck and inject some pheromones. This was revealed to me by my older brother when he showed it off to me, which his wife always does to him.
I suddenly strongly wanted to leave a mark on him, but when my teeth touched his skin, I regretted it again. My mark is a death sunny doll, and whoever gets it is unlucky.
But I thought about it again, I am already unlucky enough, is there still room for decline
I bit him, and Nix clutched the back of his neck in pain, patted me and said, "Don't make trouble."
Instead of injecting pheromones, I took his doll coloring pen and drew a golden apple on the back of his neck.
A gift from Eris.