MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 148

The peach blossoms at the corner of the street were blooming, and in the evening, several old people were chatting under the trees on crutches, 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 are desperately trying to attract customers, hoping to make enough money for a day before dark. The law and order here is very poor. , Most of the shops close at 6 o'clock in the evening.

The lights of the street shops were dimmed one by one. 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 had been painted. No eyeballs were attached, and the hollow head looked a bit terrifying under the warm light. On each floor of another wooden cabinet, there were ceramic hands and feet of different shapes.

There is no one in front of the store to solicit business, only a golden and blue colored macaw hangs on the hanging wood in front of the door, and occasionally someone will come to pick up the customized doll.

The price of these dolls is astonishingly high, but if a daring and careful tourist dares to take a closer look, they will find that each doll has a completely different head and expression, with distinct eyelashes and a faint cyan on the rosy cheeks. Vessels, vivid expressions and really worth its price.

The glass of the doll shop was tightly closed, and the shop owner in charge of the operation could not be seen through the gap between the two wooden cabinets in the window.

There is a medieval European-style round table and matching chairs and stools in the slightly cramped shop. The long room is divided by the counter. Behind the counter seems to be a work room. There are a lot of unfinished dolls stacked on the board, the hands and feet and spherical joints that have just been fired and not polished are in the drawers on the ground, the light in the room is very dark, only the workbench in the corner is lit with a warm lamp.

A suit hangs on the wall, covered with plastic wrap to keep the dust that permeates the room from getting on the expensive fabric.

The puppeteer, dressed in plain overalls and a dark brown leather apron with buckles and black half-palm gloves, sits at a workbench, holds a resin-made right forearm and right hand, and uses a knife and sandpaper to correct some details.

Eris was sitting on his work table, holding a goblet in his left hand, the wine in the glass swayed slightly, and his right arm disappeared from the elbow, revealing the spherical white bone joint of the elbow and the blood-red broken section. Although the arm that had been cut off by Bai Chunian had regrown because of the experimental physique, Eris always felt uncomfortable.

The puppeteer pulled the tendons on the resin arm, connected it to the ball joint of Eris' elbow, and asked him to move it.

"Did you do this with your own hands?" Eris raised his resin arm and clenched his fist. His five fingers were also very flexible, but the arm was not yet colored and looked pale.

"No." Knicks gave him a look at the bill. "It's an arm imported from France, with the artist Moir's name engraved on the inside. It belongs to the collection."

"I don't like it." Eris glanced at the burnt arm, "Pick one for me."

Knicks was accustomed to his unreasonable troubles, took off his gloves and rubbed his neck: "It's almost time, it's time to do the thing I gave you."

There was a soft crack of glass cracking, and the goblet in his hand was shattered by his snow-white resin fingers, and he held the sharp end to Knicks' throat: "I'll go when I'm done, or I'll take it out. This collectible arm sawed up."

Knicks glanced at him, and reluctantly went to the ground to pick up a rough arm, sat back in place, put on gloves, and smoothed the skin of the arm under the light, followed by the matching spherical joint and right hand.

The right hand is delicate, made up of fourteen spherical joints and fragmented knuckles. Nix works silently under the lamp, and Eris sits on the table and looks down at the blond hair hanging from his forehead.

"Okay." The Knicks replaced him with a new ceramic right arm, trying to check the tendons of each finger. "This one is cheap, and it's not as strong as that."

"Then I don't care, I like this, this is beautiful." Eris clenched his fists, spread and closed his flexible fingers, and held Knicks' fingers, "Do you think such an arm can sense pain and temperature?"

"No." Knicks smiled perfunctorily.

"Yes." Eris' light green eyes reflected the lamp and snow-white ceramic arms, "It's warm, nearly ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, a temperature I don't have."

"By the way, does it have your name engraved in it?" Eris asked.

"No."

"You take it apart and re-engrave it again."

"Eris." Knick's face darkened, "Go do something."

"Forget it." Eris whistled, happily jumped off the workbench with his new arms in his hands, took a look in the mirror, pushed open the door like a gust of wind, and ran out.

Nix sat silently in front of the table. Out of 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 away, and looked at the torn sleeve on his right arm that was simply sewn with cursed gold thread. I took it to the side of the workbench and flattened it. I sewed a needle and sewed it at the break. The puppet master is a red-backed spider alpha. Compared with carving, sewing is also good.

Eris did not go out through the front door, but 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 before it could lead to the outside.

On both sides of the corridor, there are exquisite dolls that have been made, wearing gorgeous dresses and tuxedos, and natural gems of different origins are inlaid on their clothes and hats.

Eris walked among them, occasionally raising his perfect right hand to show all the dolls, but the doll's seemingly smart eyes could only stare ahead.

"Hey, it's so boring." He aimed his gun at each doll's eyebrows, but only made a gesture, didn't shoot, and walked out, scolding **** in a low voice.

By the time Eris arrived at a hot spring clubhouse, it was already dark, and there was no moon today, and some sparse spots of light flickered among the clouds.

"The Queen's Dreamland." Eris took out a handwritten card from his pocket and compared the name of the clubhouse one by one against the smooth cursive English on it. "Ah, here it is. It's quite enjoyable."

The appearance of the hot spring clubhouse looks magnificent, and it can cost a lot from the decoration, but Eris didn't care, and shot the waiter who stopped in front of him and asked him to show the appointment, and the waiter's head was blown.

All the way he walked, the corpses were shot one after another and fell to the ground, blood dripping from the front marble and spreading.

"Oops... I forgot to ask which room it was in." Eris kicked open a door casually. Inside, a fat-brained middle-aged alpha was sitting in the pool with his mouth open, waiting for the pretty omega waiter to feed the grapes.

The door was kicked open suddenly. Alpha was taken aback. He picked up the phone impatiently and called the bodyguard outside. He suddenly saw the shotgun in Eris's hand. over the head.

The waiter Xiaoo squatted on the ground holding his head in fright.

Eris put the barrel of the gun on his shoulder, raised his chin slightly and asked, "Have you ever seen a black panther alpha? Probably 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 the alpha, "Hey, there's not one shotgun yet, is this the length in use?"

"You..." Alpha dared not speak.

Eris went upstairs with the gun in his hand.

On the second floor are relatively luxurious large baths, only one of which is lit.

The warm light reflected on the golden pattern of the wall, and the condensed water droplets slowly flowed down the wall to the ground.

The center of the wide square bath was steaming with hot mist, and an alpha was placed on the farthest edge.

Alpha closed his eyes, his muscular arms resting on the edge of the pool, the water droplets slid down his Adam's apple across the brown chest muscle skin and slipped into the water, and the sapphire ring on his right index finger shone brightly.

"Hey, little black cat, you are so comfortable, I ran so far to find you."

The alpha in the pool slowly opened his eyes, and there were two thin lines in the center 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 Black Panther: "Knicks wants me to bring you a letter, or I won't come."

Black Panther Alpha caught the crumpled letter, placed it on the edge of the pool, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

"Whatever you want, it's enough for the Knicks to have me." Eris looked at his arrogant appearance, sneered and left.

After Eris left, after a while, the black panther rested his head on the edge of the pool and sighed softly, "Come out too."

Behind the screen near the carved window, Bai Chunian walked out with his hands in his trouser pockets, squatted on the edge of the pond next to the black panther, and reached out to stir the water: "Huh? It's a little cold."

Black Panther half opened his amber eyes: "Come on."

"Hey, let's see you." Bai Chunian put his hands on his shoulders, "Since you don't want to go to their side, come to us, you don't need to do anything, just drink tea and sleep, as long as you don't go against us, how about , it's easy. I vouch for it with my personality, really."

"Your personality is not valuable." 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 mermaid emerged from the water, jumped gently, and sat on the edge of the pool, holding a sapphire ring in his hand, looking at the light.

Black Panther realized that the index finger of his right hand was empty.

Rimbaud looked at the ring and tried it on his finger: "It is said that a person's ring finger is slightly thinner than the index finger. You wear a suitable ring on your index finger, and a person with a slightly thicker finger than you wears it on the ring finger."

The black panther clenched his teeth lightly, his fangs slightly sticking out of his lips.

Bai Chunian squatted by the edge of the pool and said lightly, "Have you read the newspaper, the warden of the International Prison has been dismissed."

Black Panther's face was as usual, only the blue veins on his arms bulged slightly.

The USB flash drive that Bai Chunian gave to the president was the photos and videos of Samuel's final death by the training cabin.

At that time, the incident of circulating virus zombies in Enxi Hospital caused a lot of uproar, which attracted the attention of many media. In the end, Samuel was killed and the body was kept in the international prison. These news were also widely publicized as news to appease the hearts of the people.

The experimental body that was supposed to be placed in the dissection room of the International Prison Monitoring Building turned out to be outside again, causing a huge sensation. Therefore, the International Prison was decided to conduct a thorough investigation.

This thorough investigation just implicated the case of the pastry chef deteriorating and severely damaging the prison building. The warden insisted that the pastry chef deteriorated for no reason. the truth.

As a result, the warden took the blame and resigned. As soon as this shocking case broke out, it became unconvincing even with the words clarified by the 109 Research Institute at the press conference a few days ago, and anti-109 organizations have even emerged among the people.

In the eyes of some ordinary people and public welfare volunteers, because they have never seen a real experimental body, they feel that the experimental body is like a clone, which was created involuntarily, has no human rights, is pitiful, weak and helpless. The subject itself has a loving attitude, and has a strong sense of resistance to the 109 Research Institute.

"The warden disappeared after leaving office. No one knows where he is now. But I saw him leaning on a black umbrella and getting into a car." Bai Chunian smiled and gave him a card, "I'm interested. If so, call this number."

"I'm not interested. It's best to die." Black Panther got up from the water, took back the ring from Rimbaud's hand, stepped on the edge of the pond, went ashore, picked up a bath 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 exuded light green fluorescence.

Go to bed early today, six thousand tomorrow