Savile Row Tailor Market
Because the skin promotion was about to start, Wrinkle Spacey, as the CEO's tailor, was naturally invited to watch the event.
In fact, even if he was not invited, he would go there in person because he had worked in the Shenpi Residence. After all, his old friend was about to be freed from his shackles and regain his freedom, and he had to be there to see him off in person.
Spacey also dressed up and took out the corset he had prepared for a long time.
I wrapped up the entire area except the mouth and eyes, stuffing the wrinkles evenly inside, and spent the entire morning stuffing them in to ensure my image was perfect.
It looks like a dark-skinned man with a round and even belly.
Before leaving, he placed his palms on the desk.
Buzz! A pulse of excitement spread through the association, and soon a young woman with thick glasses and messy hair came to the door. She even buttoned her clothes incorrectly.
Jessica Lores, a candidate for the first gentleman, a rare and scarce cross-dressing tailor.
Although she was Spacey's student, she had never read "Skins". Most of the time, she was studying tailoring on her own and rarely bothered her teacher. Instead, Spacey would take the initiative to discuss some cross-dressing issues with her.
"Jessica, you have to take the test today, so you should tidy up your appearance before going out."
"Got it. Wait for me for ten minutes."
Jessica ran back to her own dressing room with her head down. Ten minutes, not a second more or less, came and when she returned to Spacey, she looked like a graceful secretary.
Her wavy light brown hair fell just past her shoulders and onto her chest.
The outfit was modified into a more professional and formal ladies' style, and the lower body was changed to a wrap skirt, but the knees were slightly inward, perhaps related to her profession.
Still wearing two heavy glasses, no expression could be seen on Tong's face.
"Teacher, let's go."
"Um."
…
Power Station-Research Institute
Reagan knew that today was an important selection day, but he had not received William's invitation.
He guessed that the other party was busy with something and had forgotten about it, so he had to find the director himself, hoping to get a spot to watch the event in person.
Although Director Big Head Celestine wanted to reject Reagan's request, he hesitated for a moment before answering after thinking about the research benefits Reagan had recently brought to the power station.
"The Shenpi Residence only gave us two places to go to the power station for on-site observation, and I have already decided to let the two deputy directors Kimberly and Tias serve as 'observers'.
Lead the 'self-developed leather slaves' jointly developed by multiple departments to participate in the skin promotion.
If you want to go there, you will need to take over the job of "observer" from Deputy Director Tias."
Reagan's eyes changed slightly, and he rubbed his fleshy chin with his fingers. "Self-developed leather slaves? So this project is used to do this... No wonder the institute invested a lot of money."
"That's right. If we can produce "First Gentlemen" that meet the requirements of the Old World Leather Factory, we can solve a lot of troublesome problems, and more talents can be used by the organization without having to bear such pain and waste their lives."
"Director, can you show me the relevant information? It takes about 26 minutes to walk from the research institute to the Shenpi Residence. I should be able to read it all and assist Deputy Director Kimberly without any problems."
"No need to watch, let Kimberly take the lead and you just assist from the side.
Once Kimberly determined that the experimental subject was out of control and needed to be dealt with, he used all his strength to suppress it... I will take you down personally. The experimental subject just completed the stability test last night and is still being debugged. It's a good opportunity for you to observe it up close."
"good."
The two took the elevator to the depths of the research institute, where a huge mechanical column stood, with various electric arcs running on the surface of the column.
In the closed laboratory corresponding to the bottom of the column,
Deputy Director Kimberly and fully armed researchers are surrounding a special columnar container.
The containers are filled with a solution that is obtained by dissociating the gentleman's skin through ultra-high temperature and strong current. Even after the electrolysis is completed, the solution still maintains a temperature of 200~300℃.
In this solution, there was a bald man with shaved eyebrows and hair, about thirty years old, floating. There was a catheter inserted in the back of his head, and various wires were connected to his body.
When the director explained the personnel changes to Kimberly,
By analyzing the structure of this person's facial features, Reagan immediately connected it with a certain person in his mind.
"Hmm!? Chief, this is... Alex the Skinner?"
"Did you recognize it? That's right, the technology we currently have is not enough to 'create a human being', but we can completely change and control a person.
Death row inmates who have committed heinous crimes like this are often given the option of retaining their brains.
At the suggestion of the institute, some death row prisoners who were proficient in skins were transferred individually for transformation. They were made into stable and controllable candidates for the first gentleman, and were able to grow rapidly under the conditions provided by the institute.
Alex is the most skilled skin sac among all the death row inmates. Even when his consciousness is separated, his instinct can still control his skin to resist the high temperature and absorb the nutrients in it. "
Reagan asked with a serious look in his eyes: "Director, can you show me the stability test report for each stage?"
The director gave me a look and whispered, "Just take a look at the report. If it can really be completely stable, do I still need to arrange for two deputy directors to accompany me
The rapid decline of the First Gentleman, the decreasing leather production and the irreversible coverage of the gray area,
All these factors force us to make a bold attempt. Just cooperate with Kimberly."
"knew."
…
Gethsemane
Yuri, who was called the Butcher of the Prophets and sealed himself because of his strong aura of slaughter, was not in a wheelchair today. Instead, he wore sunglasses with a killing seal and put on his crimson suit with bandages wrapped all over his body.
Go alone to the lower level of Gethsemane, an area known as - "the slaughterhouse."
This place is often used for executioner assessments. A large number of living dummies need to be placed between scenes, either inserted on wooden stakes or hanging in the air, etc., and a large number of them are consumed every day.
Many gentlemen who find it difficult to become executioners, because they are accustomed to the life in Gethsemane, come here to become dummy makers in order to stay.
However, one of the producers here is very special, which is why Yuri came here in person.
"Mandy, still busy... Today is an important day."
As Yuri's voice rang out in a room of a mannequin factory, most of the employees immediately stood up and bowed their heads in salute. Most of them were over 40 years old.
There was only one young man who looked less than 30 years old, wearing round-frame glasses and looked honest and simple, who was still pasting skin on the dummy.
When the piece of skin in his hand fit perfectly inside, he responded with words:
"I know... I'll go change my clothes after I finish making this dummy. I still have some time."
"Are you ready?"
"It should be fine, right? I'll try my best anyway." Mandy didn't even look at Yuri during the conversation. She was fully focused on the dummy. Only when it was fully made did she smile innocently in Yuri's direction.
“Well, this kind of relaxed state is the best.
However, there is one candidate this year that I am particularly optimistic about, a young man who is younger than you. If you meet him, try not to kill him. "
"No problem, I will control myself."
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