Looking from Yan Saburo's point of view, it is not clear whether the palm prints can completely coincide. Out of the corner of his eye, he swept over He Xiaoyuan and saw her innocent expression on her face.

After a few breaths, Ke Yanhua put down the paper and was expressionless: "Mismatch, next." ”

There is no match, he said. Yan Saburo was finally relieved, but he didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief here, and he didn't even dare to disturb the frequency of his breathing.

The spiritual sense told him that there were great people inside and outside this house, and that he should not be lax or careless.

However, that palm print is not He Xiaokite's?

With such a question, he walked out of the black stone house with He Xiaoyuan, and when he turned his head, he saw the second steward yawning.

Both of them cleared their suspicions, he was not surprised, he didn't think that these two were spies, but he just wanted to make some trouble for the people covered by the three stewards.

The people outside lined up to enter, but Yan Saburo and He Xiaoyuan had already walked back to their carriages.

He Xiaoyuan was about to speak after getting into the car, but Yan Saburo waved his hand. A wisp of red smoke drifted in from outside, and after checking all corners of the carriage to make sure that there were no supernatural powers or small creatures eavesdropping, he turned into a human form and sat down next to Yan Saburo.

Chitose casually set up an enchantment: "What's the matter with the palm print?"

"Of course not mine. He Xiaoyuan shrugged his shoulders, "Everyone's fingerprints and palm prints are unique, and what remains is evidence, how can I use it to convey information?"

Yan Saburo was also curious: "What is the palm print on the tree?"

He Xiaoyuan smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Yan Saburo: "Come, hold my hand." ”

Yan Saburo frowned slightly, he didn't like to have skin-to-skin contact with the opposite sex. However, He Xiaoyuan would not be untargeted, so he hesitated for a moment and raised his wrist.

However, he was only halfway through his hand, and a delicate and delicate worm stretched out on the side, and he shook hands with He Xiaokite first.

It's Chitose.

As soon as the two sides shook hands, she whispered softly: "Cold?"

He Xiaokite's palm is soft and elastic, but it lacks the warmth of a living person.

Chitose's five fingers buckled and grabbed the other party's wrist pulse, and he felt quiet: "No pulse?"

He Xiaoyuan shrank back, his arm also retreated, but his hand remained in Chitose's palm-

Strictly speaking, the palm of the hand with half of the upper arm!

Even if Chitose is well-informed, he finally stared straight at this time, and Yan Saburo on the side raised his eyebrows, all surprised:

"Prosthetics?"

"It's not a prosthetic, I'm not disabled. He Xiaoyuan's right shoulder was raised, and another hand came out of his sleeve, intact.

This time it's finally my own.

"That's a prosthetic arm. ”

Chitose grabbed the prosthetic arm and looked over and over again, and found it interesting: "You made it?"

Even fingerprints and palm prints are available on the skin, this thing is really against the sky. She poked the fracture, which was soft to the touch, no different from human skin, and there were more than ten tiny holes in the cross-section, and she didn't know how to connect them.

Although He Xiaoyuan made Wei Dafan's fuss by doing this, it was a girl like a flower and jade, and she carried half of her highly simulated prosthetic arm with her - even Chitose had to admit that this taste was not ordinary.

Yan Saburo rarely felt the same way as her, so his eyes were a little indescribable.

"This amputated arm is only a half-finished product, and it is not finished yet......" He Xiaoyuan was stared at by the two of them, and couldn't help coughing lightly, "Why do you look at me like this?"

Yan Saburo picked up his prosthetic arm and looked at it, and found a little dark red paint between his fingernails. It seems that He Xiaoyuan used this thing when he made a mark to Han Zhao. As long as it sticks out of the sleeve, no one thinks it's He Xiaokite's own hand, right?

"What is it for?"

"This is a custom-made sample from a puppeteer in Youguo, who wanted to coat the humanoid puppet and make it more like a real person. After the two of them saw it, He Xiaoyuan put away his prosthetic arm, "I traveled to the South China Sea and saw a local strange tree, from which special latex can be extracted. The local elders taught me the art of refining and shaping. If you want to make a life-like skin, then this material is the most suitable. ”

Yan Saburo frowned: "Why do you want to skin the puppet?" "The puppet has no life, no matter how it mimics a living thing, it is essentially just a tool. Since it is used in battle, or to provide support for people, isn't it superfluous?

Among the Xuanlongwei who chased and killed Liao Hongxun at the beginning, there was a puppeteer, and the puppet materials in his hand were meticulous and exquisite, and he manipulated them like a finger, and he almost killed Xiao Mi. But these puppets have metal parts all over their bodies, and they don't have any skin.

Besides, with the material of this prosthetic arm, the skin is at most tougher than a real person, and it is impossible to resist the sword, gun, and sword. How can it be useful?

"This puppet is not for combat. He Xiaoyuan smiled a little more emotionally, "This person's wife is newly dead, and he misses it day and night, so he plans to create a puppet to restore his wife's appearance before her death, and she will accompany her from now on, so as not to be lonely for the rest of her life." ”

"He can make a puppet himself, but his skin and appearance are not his strengths, so he came to ask me for help. He Xiaoyuan sighed, "After hearing his reasons, it is difficult for me to refuse." However, this is not an easy thing to do, and I have only completed half an arm after a long time of experimentation, and I am still far from completing the whole body. ”

Chitose said curiously: "In this way, if the puppet is wrapped in skin, as long as it is properly controlled, who will think it is a real person?"

"Not really. He Xiaoyuan waved his hand, "It's no problem to make the skin of your hands and feet, but your face is ...... The facial expressions of people are too rich to be made with a little skin and a few pieces of fake meat. The puppeteer didn't dare to ask the puppet to laugh or cry. ”

She sighed leisurely: "If I die, no one in the world will miss me like this." ”

Tsubazaburo and Chitose glanced at each other. The two of them are also people who have survived without a trace, and they have never lived in the memories of others, and if they go one day, they will only be silent and will not be able to make any waves.

Chitose suddenly smiled: "Since you are so moved, have you ever given him free wages?"

"Of course not. He Xiaoyuan blinked, and said as a matter of course, "Moved is moved, a transaction is a transaction, and not a penny is missing." ”

Yan Saburo couldn't help but laugh, but he remembered something again: "How did the palm prints on the fake hands come about?" If there were no palm prints, he wouldn't be able to deceive King Wei and Ke Yanhua. But there are so many lines on people's hands, I'm afraid a master like He Xiaoyuan won't spend time outlining them one by one, right?

"Taken from his wife's hand prints, palm prints - with soft clay. He Xiaoyuan said softly, "I'll make a mold here, and then use drugs to etch it on the prosthetic arm, and it will be done in a blink of an eye." ”

"His wife's hands are extremely beautiful, and it is said that he spent the most energy in making puppet hands, striving for realism, and naturally he did not want to leave this regret. ”