The scene he saw in the book not long ago immediately came to his mind, but this puppet was too realistic, it was exactly like a real person.

He thought of one of the most unrealistic, but also the most probable: Could it be that the puppet was made of a living person?

In the not cold weather, Xing Shisan shuddered at the thought of himself.

The cold wind was blowing, and I unconsciously sneezed.

I saw a figure floating, and an old man was already standing beside him.

He was stunned for a moment and said, "It's you?" ”

"Yes, it's me." Now that it was discovered, Xing Shisan was also calm: "That's the case, I really want that book "Gongyi Technique", so I came with you, and I want to ask if you can cut your love......"

"Oh, then, sit in the house." The old man made a gesture of please.

Xing Shisan nodded, followed him into the house, sat down, and then, the old man said lightly: "Pour a cup of tea for the guest." ”

The young man who had been motionless just now suddenly came to life, turned around and poured tea.

Xing Shisanqiang endured the numbness on his scalp and smiled at the old man.

The old man picked up a hand-rubbed cigarette roll and handed it to him, Xing Shisan waved his hand to indicate that he would not. He drew one himself and asked, "Interested in carpentry?" ”

"No, it's mainly because I prefer ancient books."

"Huh." The old man laughed dryly and said: "The book "Gongyi Technique" has been passed down to me for several generations, and I won't tell you that my family is the descendant of Luban, relying on this ancestral craft, I can eat with my mouth, so this book really can't be given to you."

"Oh, I see." Xing Shisan pretended to be suddenly aware and nodded.

Then the young man came over with tea, bent down and placed the teacup in front of him. His bending movements were done one after another, and there was a sense of rhythm of mechanical dance, and Xing Shisan could even hear the sound of the mechanical gears turning inside. It was too far away just now, and he couldn't see too clearly through a layer of glass. Now at this distance, if you look closely, you can be sure that this is not a person at all!

He has hands that are no different from ordinary people, vivid facial features, and even the skin on his face reflects the dull light that is unique to human beings. The problem is in his eyes, which are hollow and lifeless, seemingly staring at the target in front of him, but if you look closely, you will find that there is actually no focus at all!

After he brought the tea, he even mechanically said "please use", and stood back in his original position without moving. The old man made an action to invite tea, where did Xing Shisan dare to drink this thing of unknown origin? Just looked at it, and secretly said in his heart that this old man might be a pervert who likes to use real people as production materials.

The old man smiled, and did not speak, and the two of them sat in silence.

After half a ring, Xing Shisan asked inexplicably: "Why?"

The old man's smoking hand shook, then he took a few puffs of dry tobacco, and after smoking the cigarette, he took out a photo album, took out a picture from it, handed it to me, and said, "This is my son." ”

Xing Shisan was a little inexplicable, took the photo, and saw that it was a family photo. The old man stood in the middle, and next to him was a young man who was supposed to be his son. He glanced at it and felt familiar, and when he looked at it again, he was shocked, wasn't the face of the puppet the young man in the photo?

He looked up at his face again, looked at the photo again, and said in a trembling voice, "This ......"

The old man sighed and said: "I know what you want to ask, our lineage is the descendants of Luban, and we have also inherited the craftsmanship that outsiders do not have...... Alas, there is no successor, this craft is going to be extinct. ”

As if to prove his words, the old man took out the critical illness notice issued by the hospital for his son at that time, which clearly stated that "advanced lung cancer has spread throughout the body". Xing Shisan turned his heart sideways, pointed at "him" and asked, "This ...... What is it? ”

"Feels weird, doesn't it?" The old man's eyes revealed a look, a sad look, this Xing Shisan could not be mistaken. He said: "I didn't want him to die in the hospital, in the hospital bed, so I took him back to my home, and before he took his last breath, while the blood was still clear, I modified him, so that he could always be by my side, which can be regarded as a memory." ”

Xing Shisan only felt that his head was "buzzing", this puppet turned out to be made by him with his own son!

The old man stood up and slowly took off his clothes, revealing his naked upper body, which was a body that looked no different from ordinary people, but under the old man's touch, a black line appeared in the middle of the body's chest, and it wasn't until the old man opened his entire chest cavity that Xing Shisan knew that the black line was a mechanism that could be opened.

His entire chest cavity and abdominal cavity were so abruptly exposed to Xing Shisan's eyes, and he saw that all the heart, liver, and intestines inside were gone, replaced by some wooden mechanical parts with complex structures, and there was a strange conjoined machine on the left side of the chest cavity, which was constantly doing pumping movements in a regular rhythm.

The old man smiled a little sadly: "See, this is the highest level of craftsmanship that our vein can reach. He pointed to the conjoined machine on the left side of his chest cavity and said, "This is the center of the whole mechanical operation, which can pump blood on behalf of the heart." As long as the blood is circulating, the body will not decay. ”

Xing Shisan couldn't believe his eyes: "What do you mean...... You used wood parts to replace the entire internal organs in your son's body? ”

The old man closed his chest, slowly dressed him, gently rubbed his face with his hand, and smiled gloomily, "I know what kind of person I will see in your eyes, or in the eyes of the world, but this is only a matter between our father and son. You know, even if he can circulate his blood, he won't be able to go back to the way he was, I'm just ...... I just want to keep him in this world for a little longer. ”

Xing Shisan looked at his deep expression on a puppeteer, and felt indescribably weird, only to feel that his head was swollen and his throat was dry, so he took a sip of the tea in front of him. As soon as I swallowed it, it felt like the world was spinning, and the whole room seemed to be turned upside down. He hurriedly tried to grasp something, but he didn't grasp anything, and then his whole body felt nothing as if he had fallen into the darkness. In the moments before I fell unconscious, one last thought crossed my mind: the tea was drugged!

When he opened his eyes again in a daze, the sun had just risen outside, and it was a sunny morning.

Xing Thirteen wiped his eyes, and suddenly found that he was lying on the ground, still in the old man's room, took out his mobile phone and opened it, there was a row of missed calls inside, all of them were from the blade. Look at the time, he has been in a coma all night here.

Slowly sat up, only to feel a splitting headache, and my head was groggy, as if I had been filled with lead water. The room had been cleaned up, there was nothing left, it was empty everywhere, except for a bamboo tube at his feet.

It was a very ordinary bamboo tube, I don't know why, it was lying at his feet, Xing 13 picked it up and looked at it, there was a mouth at the end of the bamboo tube, and a wooden plug was stuffed on it. He hesitated for a moment, carefully pulled out the cork, and something strange happened, and a voice came from the bamboo tube: "Young man, don't think about me anymore, that's not what you should know." If there is a fate, there will be a period later. ”

He heard it clearly, this was definitely the old man's timbre, after this voice came out, no matter how he fiddled, the bamboo tube did not move, and finally, he cut the bamboo tube like a frog, and separated it with two thin layers of bamboo membrane, and there were more than a dozen scattered soybeans stuck in it, and there was nothing else.

Xing Thirteen frowned, secretly thinking that this should be the long-lost yellow-headed soldier, it seems that this old man is really not an ordinary character.

After being stunned for a moment, he immediately groped his body up and down in horror, from head to toe, from chest to back, not daring to miss an inch, until he touched himself all over, he breathed a sigh of relief, thank God, his body was not transformed into a human puppet, which was a blessing in misfortune.