Little Mushroom

"Mr. Hubbard, it's me, Shaw Scott."

When Boss Xiao sent a message to Hubbard, Anzhe was holding a human head and practising eyebrows.

The hot-melt needle pierces a tiny hole in the skin made of silicone rubber, and then implants the fibers that simulate human hair. When the molten silicone rubber cools again, this eyebrow is firmly rooted in the doll's Inside the skin. Boss Xiao's eyes were spent, and it was difficult to carry out this kind of work with high intensity. An Zhe guessed that this was one of the reasons he was anxious to find apprentices.

Lowering the communicator, Shaw Scott took the puppet out of the glass window and placed it on a seat in the center of the room. All the joints of the puppet can be easily turned. He folded his legs, clasped his elbows with his hands, and finally twisted his head to make it slightly bow. The light passed through the eyelashes to cast a shadow.

An Zhe looked up and looked there. The dim light cast different shades on the face of the puppet. The only subtle difference between silicone rubber and human skin was cancelled out. It was completely like a silent living person.

Excessive quietness-the surrounding windows and containers-things that may be considered obscene in human cognition, are also strange in this atmosphere.

The strange atmosphere was broken by a push of a door, and the white light outside came in, reflecting the doll's half body. An Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who appeared at the door.

He is carrying light, tall, half-length black curly hair, brown eyes, cold features. An Zhe can imagine the way he walked in the wild with a gun.

An Zhe waited for him to come in, but the man was just standing at the door, his eyes stopped on the doll in the middle of the room. For a long time, he seemed to have become a doll.

Until Boss Xiao coughed and said, "Come in." The man seemed to be awake and moved. He strode into the room, and as he approached the puppet, he slowed sharply. An Zhe watched as he raised his hand to touch the face of the doll, his fingers hung in the air, but he did not fall slowly. In the quiet room, there was only the man's slightly trembling breathing sound, very light. Perhaps a butterfly perched on the doll's eyelashes, and he was afraid to disturb it.

In the end, he pulled his right hand back to his side and looked at the puppet. "Thank you."

"No thanks." Boss Xiao came over and gray-blue eyes looked at him. "Thank you Mr. Hubbard for giving me enough data."

Hubbard smiled, but his eyes were still down.

Boss Xiao pointed to the one-person-size box next to him: "I'm coming?"

"I will do it myself."

He finally rested his fingers on the doll's shoulder, slowly lowered it, lifted the doll and put it in the box.

Mr. Xiao stood aside and said, "I didn't know that Captain Hubbard was a serious person."

"Some things didn't have time to say." Hubbard knelt down on the ground, slowly closing the lid, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the lid turned white, and he got up again a long time later.

Boss Xiao folded his arms and said, "The puppets are maintained every two months, and they will be delivered by then. If there is any new technology, I will use it again."

Hubbard said: "Shaw Scott never does a loss-making business."

Boss Xiao laughed happily.

"Captain Hubbard has a lot of power, and I can't do it," he said.

Hubbard: "What do you want?"

"I took a big order a few days ago, and that person's data is hard to find. I want to ask you."

Hubbard: "Does Boss Xiao still have no data?"

Mr. Xiao grinned, raised his arm, and made a firing gesture at Hubbard.

Hubbard grinned, turned and pulled the handle of the box, and walked to the door.

"Please wait a moment," An Zhe said suddenly.

Hubbard turned back.

An Zhe walked quickly to him, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and took out the cartridge case hanging around his neck.

"Sir," he said, "Do you know where this is?"

Hubbard didn't say a word, reached out and picked up the brass-colored cartridge case, turned it at an angle, and looked in the light.

Anzhe's heart thumped.

"There is no such model in the supply station and the black market." After a minute, Hubbard let go, and the cartridge case fell back to An Zhe's chest. He turned away and left only a word.

"Military stuff."

His back gradually went away. Anzhe reached out to her chest, holding the cartridge case, slightly out of her mind.

In the quiet room, Mr. Xiao laughed.

"Hubbard said it was for military use, it must be," he closed the door, and squinted with a smile. "Why, you slept with the military? Dusay's business is really big."

An Zhe slowly shook her head.

If it was a military thing, what should he do?

"Well," boss Xiao said, "have you lost your soul?"

An Zhe said, "I want to find its owner."

Mr. Xiao: "Why, this person didn't give you money?"

An Zhe thinks that Xiao's thinking is very wrong.

He justified: "No."

"Things in the military, the people in the military will definitely recognize the model, and I will teach you a way." Boss Xiao said carefully.

An Zhe: "What is it?"

Boss Xiao: "You can't reach the main city and the field. Inside the outer city, the city defense station, the court of justice, are all military sites. You go there in the middle of the night and hook up one. Although the military is very strict, it is inevitable There are morally corrupt people. "

An Zhe: "..."

He thought about it and asked, "Who in the military will go to the wild?"

Boss Xiao bounced his head sharply: "Who did you think the map of the field was drawn for?"

It hurt, An Zhe bit her lip.

"I am wronged." Boss Xiao said: "Even the judges are not at the base for half a year every year, what do you say? All members of the military go outside.

An Zhe said nothing, lowered his head and continued to raise his eyebrows, he realized that he might have to stay in the base for a long time.

One day's eyebrows were over. Boss Xiao was very satisfied and settled off work.

An Zhe wanted to drink potato soup on the first floor of the black market. Today is the third day he works for Boss Xiao. Mr. Xiao paid a month's salary in advance, and his ID card now has 60.

But when he went up to the first floor, he felt that the atmosphere was obviously wrong. The old excitement on the ground floor is gone. People are in a hurry, and there are few people at the exit.

He was a little puzzled, but the temptation of potato soup was great-still walked over.

Just before approaching the potato soup, An Zhe's body suddenly stopped.

He stood still for a second, turned around, and turned back in place.

"Come back." A cold voice came.

Anzhe thought he was unlucky, turned again, took a few steps forward, and came to the judge at the door.

The judge was not alone, and there were three simple-looking, five-judge young judges around him.

-He ran into the daily city patrol of the trial court.

I heard Lu Xuan said lightly: "Stiff body movements, avoid movement, score a point."

The young judge behind him held a pen and paper, followed his words, looked at An Fen carefully, and then bowed his head to scratch something on the paper.

An Zhe looked at them, but looked straight up at Lu Yan's eyes, and he immediately looked away.

"Dodge your eyes and score a point." Lu Yan's tone remained unchanged, and the young judge behind him continued to record.

An Zhe felt that this scene was a little familiar. He thought about it, and confirmed that the judge is not simply performing patrol tasks. He is bringing new people, just like Boss Xiao and his apprentices, but Lu Yan is obviously not tempted like Boss Xiao Teaching was blunt.

He waits for the next deduction.

However, he found that Lu Yan's teaching was very blunt, but his attitude was not perfunctory. He began to ask: "Result?"

"Back to the colonel," said the young judge, "combining the indicators, the people being tried belong to humans."

"Cause of the abnormal indication?"

"I'm afraid of you."

Lu Yan ticked his lips.

The author has something to say: Arrest is recommended.