The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Ah... are you kidding me?!"

Sigmund seemed to feel his blood getting colder, and his movements froze violently.

"Don't be in a daze, my sister will tell me stories every day at this time." The little boy urged from the bedroom.

And now it was close enough that Sigmund finally noticed something strange.

The girl in front of her was not breathing.

He holds out his hand.

The skin is delicate but cold.

Is this a dead man?

This boy put a dead body in his room, and then played the game of sister and brother sickly?

His back was wet with cold sweat, and Sigmund felt his scalp swell.

"wrong……"

Looking at the girl in front of him, Sigmund discovered other abnormalities.

Although the azure eyes were deep and charming, they were lifeless. He held the girl's arm and squeezed it hard.

Under the softness came a piece of hardness, and then he found subtle marks on the girl's knuckles.

"It's not a corpse...it's a puppet!"

"Beautiful!"

"The time is coming, I want to hear the story, I want to hear the story!"

"I'm angry if I don't tell a story!"

The boy's yells came from behind, sharp and high-pitched, which made Sigmund feel his eardrums swell in hysteria.

"Wait a moment, Master Nick."

Sigmund responded casually, then stretched out his arms, one wrapped around the girl's shoulder, and the other passed through the other's knee.

"Good weight!"

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

But even so, he felt his body shake when he exerted all his strength.

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

If the inside is wood, 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 very convenient.

There might even be something torn off in the tug.

What about the layer of skin that can be attached to the outside?

Except that there is no temperature, it seems that it is not much different from normal people.

even more subtle...

Sigmund didn't dare to think about it.

In the room, Nick was already lying on the bed early, and Sigmund put the girl by his side according to the other party's instructions.

Next, Nick broke the girl's hands, curled himself up in the girl's arms, and finally directed Sigmund to take out a wooden card about ten centimeters from the cabinet next to it.

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

"Plug it in!"

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

Holding the card in his hand, Sigmund was slightly taken aback.

"Have you never used a pneumatic phonograph?"

The boy's voice was sharp.

Grooves, cards, machines... It turns out that this is what Nick meant by storytelling.

Sigmund swallowed, and parted the hair on the back of the girl's head with his left hand, and found a shallow groove there.

"Crack!"

He pushes in the card.

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

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

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

Nick buried his head in the girl's chest and waved to Sigmund at the same time.

"Close the door and go out, I'll call you if needed."

After speaking, he closed his eyes intoxicated.

Obviously there is no scary picture, but the weirdness in front of him even surpasses Sigmund's experience in the recirculation 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 muffled sound came from the crack in the door.

It was obviously just an ordinary story, but Sigmund's mouth was dry and his eyelids twitched wildly.

From then on until dinner, Sigmund fully acted as a tool man under Nick's command.

He put the girl in various poses, told stories and drank afternoon tea, and even pushed the girl around the ruined manor on a cloudy day.

Everywhere he went, Nick always talked about the many experiences between the two. Apart from being weird, Sigmund also felt an inexplicable sadness.

Through Nick's narration, combined with many furnishings in the house, he also figured out some of the family's past.

Nick's family used to run the largest doll production workshop in the whole city, and the dolls they produced were delicate and lifelike.

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

Nick's sister died in an accident when he was younger, and his parents took a lot of effort to make a doll the same size as their daughter.

Recently, the husband and wife were rushing to other cities to negotiate a contract. Only Butler Nick and many servants were left in the manor.

Finally, at dinner time, Sigmund had a moment of respite. He was already hungry and came to the small room where the servants ate.

Potato bacon and green salad.

For servants, this kind of food was already a bit too rich, and Sigmund gave 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 short, thin brown hair, thin cheeks and bright eyes, and his most special hands are so delicate that they don't fit his identity.

"Your name is Sigmund, right? I'm Steve. I'll sit next to you when I come."

Sigmund glanced up at the other party and smiled.

"I remember you, and you did sit next to me, next to the three people to my left."

Steve was not embarrassed by being exposed by Sigmund, "My friend, before we came here, we signed short-term contracts. Although the salary here is good, have you ever thought about what will happen 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 are short of money. Your father, who is locked up in the police station, needs a lot of money."

"Let's hear it?" Although the Steve in front of him always gave people a feeling of being too shrewd, he was right. The current Sigmund really needs a lot of money.

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

Seeing that Sigmund was moved, Steve gave up as soon as he saw it. This guy was very appetizing. He smiled at Sigmund, picked up the plate and walked away.

After the dinner, everyone was summoned to the concert hall on the side of the first floor, and listened to a piano performance according to the butler's instructions.

This manor is very strange from the master to the servants. The new servants are only assigned simple tasks, and private conversations with the original servants in the manor are strictly prohibited.

In addition, after three meals a day, they had to gather in the concert hall. Standing behind the crowd, Sigmund could only see half of the side face of the girl playing the piano.

The melody is light and brisk, except for some mechanical dullness, there is nothing wrong with it.

Sigmund only worked during the day, so after doing some simple work, he returned to the servants' lounge.

When the night comes, the sea breeze outside the window is howling, and countless tiredness is swept away.

Rumble.

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

He was woken up by starvation.

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

"The transformation of the enhanced fruit is completed, the spiritual power is gathered, and the first stage of extraordinary enlightenment is opened. Please reserve a large amount of nutrition in time for the basic transformation of the body..."

In addition, the logo of the nightmare carriage appeared in the depths of his consciousness, and on the logo was a flashing hourglass.

"Nightmare carriage summoning countdown..."

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