There is a suede non-slip mat on the table. This mat has been used for many years, and the toner and bright oil on it cannot be wiped off. Under the old wrought iron table lamp, the puppet master is working hard.

He was wearing a leather apron and a pair of thin black half-palm gloves. The silver loupes with carved patterns were stuck in his deep eye sockets. The mechanical core of the doll.

The shape of the mechanical core is very similar to that of a human heart. It is a slender and complicated frame made of copper. There should be a red core inside to drive the whole. The chip inside the core is engraved with the combat memory transplanted by the experimental body, including the weapon structure. Knowing, melee combat knowledge and slaughter tendencies, Eris' factory setting is a riot experiment, named after the goddess of discord, Eris, and it is his mission to provoke war.

As long as there is war, the arms business will become more and more profitable. This is the original intention of the Red-throated terrorist organization to purchase such an experimental body.

The main vessel holding the chip is a heart-sized ruby, sculpted by CNC machines in the institute's deep-sea pressure well and filled with argon gas between the chip and the gem.

It is difficult for buyers to find gemstones of the same quality and carat number to make imitations. The research has a lot of money and chooses such a material as the container that carries the core, just to prevent buyers from pirating or repairing their products. drop, go back to them and buy a new one.

However, the inside of this mechanical core has been completely damaged. The ruby ​​on which the chip was placed was blown to shreds, and more than half of the chip was burned. With the skill of a puppet master, only the outer frame of the mechanical core can be restored. Tens of thousands of precision copper wires And the chip constitutes a blood vessel similar to wrapping the heart, and the puppeteer has been repairing it day and night for three days.

He moved the mattress from the bedroom and put it in the corner of the workshop, but it hasn't been used yet. He is human after all, and his body wears down quickly by working non-stop.

Three hours later, the puppet master raised his head and slowly took off the loupe from his eye socket. As soon as his eyes were closed, he felt sore. He straightened up, and the cervical spine and waist made a crunching sound.

The puppet master glanced at his feet habitually, and wanted to tell the sleeping Eris to move away from his feet, but the feet were empty, and the puppet master was stunned for a moment, and then he put the goggles on the table stiffly, and stood up. He got up, and his bloodshot turbid eyes glanced at the corner.

There was a tattered ceramic doll lying flat on the mattress in the corner. Half of his face was shattered, and the remaining half of his face was covered with cracks. He had no lower body, and only one right hand was left, resting on the broken body. On the front of his chest, more than half of his chest was also shattered, and he could easily see his empty chest cavity, which was empty inside.

The makeup on the baby's face was wiped off, the silver hair was removed from the root one by one and put into a ziplock bag, and the broken eyeballs were also removed, leaving only the empty eye sockets, he is now just a scrapped The puppet, no different from the moldy limbs in the sack, even put them together so that it's hard to tell which one is him.

"Eris." The puppet master called him.

The tattered puppet moved and responded to his voice, but it was only a movement, no different from the neural reflexes of a skinned frog.

But the puppet master showed a relieved expression, and the tightly wrinkled brows stretched out, leaving a shallow wrinkle between the brows.

Tuk Tuk.

There was a knock on the door, and the puppet master glanced out, and under the crack of the door was the little sprite's tiptoe.

"Knicks, he...here."

The puppet master responded, took off the leather apron and gloves, put them on the table, locked the workshop and walked out.

Walking into the reception room, the puppet master saw the ruby ​​placed on the table by the black panther at a glance. With his accurate judgment of the material, the carat size of this ruby ​​was enough to serve as the new core of Eris.

"As entrusted by him, I am only responsible for handing things over to you." Black Panther said, "Pay the money to IOA."

"IOA?"

"The gems were stolen from them."

"..."

Black Panther had nothing else to say and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." The puppeteer stopped him, took out the medicine box from the bottom of the table, picked out a scalpel and a set of sewing needles, "Take off your shirt."

Black Panther frowned, but the man in front of him looked friendly, and his orders were irresistible, as if his hands and feet were being manipulated by a puppet, Black Panther took off his shirt as he said.

Rimbaud had left three deep claw marks on his shoulders, too severe to heal on their own, and blood was still seeping out, soaking his shirt.

The puppeteer skillfully used a scalpel to remove the rotten flesh from the edges of his wound, then stitched it up with medical needles. This is his line of work, and his skillful skills are engraved in his mind and will not be easily forgotten.

The black panther clenched his teeth subconsciously, but found that there was no pain, which was a bit unexpected.

"My companion ability, the hand of creation, you won't be hurt if you remove your organs, and the stitching is easier." The puppet master cut the sutures, put away the medicine box, and let him see the unconcealed tiredness on his face. Looking very haggard.

"You go."

Black Panther was stunned, glanced at the perfect seam on his shoulders, picked up his trench coat, and left with the doll maid.

After sending the Black Panther away, the puppet master picked up the ruby ​​on the table and returned to the workshop without saying a word.

I opened the door of the workshop, kicked something, looked down, and saw a tattered ceramic doll lying beside the door, struggling to support her body with her elbows, her only right hand grabbed the corner of the puppet master's trousers and pulled it. Pulled, raised his head, looked at the puppet master with empty eyes, his face was expressionless, but people could see through his panic at a glance.

The puppet master sighed lightly, bent down to pick up Eris, fixed him to the bust frame with clay, and placed it on his workbench, so that he could have a support point to straighten his upper body.

Then put on your apron and gloves again, and sit down to work.

As the puppeteer was about to put on the goggles to continue tinkering with the core, a ball-jointed ceramic hand reached over and covered his eye, the ceramic was cold, and ice applied to his bloodshot and swollen eyes from overuse.