"Ah... what a joke?!"

Sigmun seemed to feel his blood gradually getting colder, and his movements froze.

"Don't be dazed, my sister tells me stories at this time every day." The little boy urged from the bedroom.

And at this time, Sigmun finally discovered something strange.

The girl in front of her was not breathing.

He stretched out his hand.

The skin is delicate but cold.

Is this a dead person?

The boy placed a dead body in his room, and then played the game between his sister and his brother morbidly?

Sigmun felt his scalp swollen after being wet with cold sweat.

"wrong……"

With his eyes facing the girl in front of him, Sigmun discovered other abnormalities.

Although the blue eyes were deep and charming, they had no vitality. He held the girl's arm and squeezed it hard.

What came back from the softness was a piece of hardness, and then he found subtle traces at the girl's knuckles.

"Not a corpse... This is a doll!"

"Very vivid!"

"Time is coming, I want to listen to the story, I want to listen to the story!"

"I'll get angry if I don't tell a story!"

The boy's scream came from behind, sharp and loud, and in the midst of hysteria, Sigmun felt his eardrums swollen.

"Please wait, Master Nick."

Sigmun responded casually, then stretched out his arm, hugged one around the girl's shoulder, and the other through the other's knee.

"So heavy!"

Although there is no comparison, after taking the fortified fruit, although Sigmun at this time looks thin, its strength is much stronger than that of ordinary adults.

But even so, he felt his body shaking with a strong force.

"At least twice the weight of a girl of the same body."

If there is wood inside, it is not difficult to explain.

No wonder this young master needs a male servant. Even if two women carry this weight together, it may not be too convenient.

It may even be pulled off some parts during pulling.

What about this film that can be attached to the outside?

Apart from the lack of temperature, it seems that there is no big difference between it and a normal person.

Even more delicate...

Sigmun didn't dare to continue thinking too much.

Nick was already lying on the bed in the room, and Sigmund placed the girl next to him as the other party told him.

Next, Nick spread the girl's hands and curled himself in the girl's arms. Finally, he directed Sigmun to take out a wooden card about ten centimeters from the cabinet next to him.

The surface of the card is covered with floating points of different sizes and bumps.

"Insert in!"

Nick pointed at the back of the girl's head.

Sigmun was slightly stunned while holding the card in his hand.

"Have you ever used a pneumatic phonograph?"

The boy's voice was sharp.

Grooves, cards, machines... It turns out that this is what Nick said about storytelling.

Sigmun swallowed and spitted, spreading the hair behind the girl's head with his left hand, and indeed found a shallow groove there.

"Click!"

He pushed the card in.

The next second the girl opened her mouth, but the voice came from her chest.

"Baby, let's listen to a new story today."

"Sister's red skirt...a long, long time ago..."

Nick buried his head in the girl's chest while waved to Sigmun.

"Close the door and go out, I will call you if you need it."

After saying that, he closed his eyes intoxicatedly.

There was obviously no horrifying scene, but the weirdness in front of me was even more than Sigmun's experience in the circular space.

He didn't want to stay in this room for a second, so he quickly retreated to the door and closed the door.

A faint sound came from the crack of the door.

It was obviously just an ordinary story, but Sigmun heard it and his mouth was dry and his eyelids were pounding.

Next until dinner, Sigmun fully acted as a tool man under Nick's command.

He posed the girl in various positions, told stories and had afternoon tea, and even took advantage of the cloudy days to push the girl around the desolate manor.

Whenever he went to a place, Nick would always talk about many of the experiences between the two. In addition to being weird, Sigmun also felt an inexplicable sadness.

Through Nick's story and combined with the many decorations in the house, he also figured out some of the past of this family.

Nick's family once runs the largest doll production workshop in the city, and the dolls they produce are delicate and realistic.

However, later, due to unknown reasons, the loss of the most core technology led to the decline of the entire family business.

Nick's sister died of an accident when he was younger. His parents spent a lot of effort to create a doll of the same size as their daughter.

Recently, the couple are rushing to other cities to negotiate a contract, leaving only the housekeeper Nick and many servants in the manor.

Finally at dinner time, Sigmun got a moment of breathing, and he was already hungry and came to the small room where the servants had a meal.

Potato bacon and vegetable salad.

For the servants, such food was already a bit too rich, and Sigmun served himself enough food for three people.

But not long after he sat down, the light in front of him dimmed, and a thin figure sat in front of him.

The other party has sparse short brown hair, thin cheeks and bright eyes. The most special pair of his hands is so delicate that it does not match his identity.

"Your name is Sigmun, right? I'm Steve, and I'm sitting next to you when I come."

Sigmun looked up and glanced at the other person and smiled.

"I remember you, indeed sitting next to me, next to the three people on my left."

Steve was not embarrassed by being exposed by Sigmun. "Friends, we signed short-term contracts before we came here. Although the rewards here are good, have you ever thought about what happened after the contract ends?"

"Do you want to make a fortune?" Steve smiled mysteriously, then suddenly lowered his voice.

"I've asked about you. You're very short of money. Your father who was locked up in the police station needs a lot of money."

"Let me tell me?" Although Steve in front of me always gives people a feeling of being too smart, he is right. Sigmun now does need a lot of money.

"I will come to you when the time comes."

Seeing Sigmun move, Steve stopped when he saw that it was better. This guy was very good at sucking the appetite. He smiled at Sigmun, picked up the plate and walked away.

After dinner, everyone was summoned to the concert hall on the side of the first floor and listened to a piano performance as the butler told him.

The manor is very strange from the master to the servant. The new servants are only assigned simple work and are strictly prohibited from talking to the original servants in the manor.

In addition, after three meals a day, you must gather in the concert hall. Standing behind the crowd, Sigmun could only see half of the side face of the girl playing the piano.

The melody is light and a bit mechanically dull, and there is no big problem.

Sigmun only worked during the day, so after doing some simple work, he returned to the servant's lounge.

As night comes, the sea breeze outside the window whistles, and countless fatigue swept over.

Rumble.

Thunder roared, lightning flashed across the night sky, and Sigmun, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

He was awakened by hunger.

At this moment, he also noticed something unusual in his consciousness.

"The transformation of the fruit is completed, the spiritual power is gathered, and the first stage of extraordinary enlightenment is opened. Please store a lot of nutrients in time for basic transformation of the body..."

In addition, the nightmare carriage sign appeared deep in his consciousness, and the sign was a flashing hourglass.
Chapter completed!