Alien Hotel

Erin's expression looked quite sad.

Yu Sheng glanced at the "masterpiece" he had spent several hours to create, and then put himself in her shoes. He felt that if one day his soul left his body and had to drill into a body like this to be resurrected, he would probably really cry...

However, Erin's reaction still hurt Yu Sheng a little. He endured the embarrassment and looked at the puppet in the oil painting, trying to make himself look more serious: "I have tried very hard. Look, at least the left and right eyes are symmetrical..."

Erin really cried this time: "But the head is not symmetrical..."

Yu Sheng turned his face away: "Uh... it is indeed a bit unfamiliar Practice, I must do better next time, practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect..."

"Let's not have a next time," Irene waved her hand helplessly, and then probably thought that today was the day she finally got out of trouble, so she should be happy, so she pulled the corners of her mouth hard to show a smile - but failed, so thousands of words finally merged into a sigh, "Hey, it's a body after all, I can really feel that the connection has been established, okay, this is it."

She took a light breath, jumped down from the chair in the painting, took two steps forward, and then seemed to remember something, looking down at the plush teddy bear in her hand.

After standing silently for a few seconds, she hugged the little bear hard, turned around and put it on the chair, as if saying goodbye.

Yu Sheng was a little curious: "Don't you want the bear anymore?"

"You can't take it out. It... is another individual sealed in this painting. Even its consciousness has long dissipated. I don't even know where it came from." Irene shook her head gently and patted the teddy bear's head. "It can only stay in here, but I won't throw away this painting. It's like keeping it with me."

"Oh."

Yu Sheng nodded, and then watched Irene's next move with a hint of nervousness and curiosity.

He was very concerned about how this doll would eventually "come out" of the oil painting, and how she would "come to life" with the now ugly "doll body" on the table as a container.

Then, he saw Irene in the oil painting begin to... "dissolve"!

This scene was weird and terrifying. Irene seemed to have suddenly turned into a wax figure being roasted by flames. Her whole body gradually became molten and lost all colors and details in the blink of an eye. In just a few seconds, she turned into a kind of continuously softening black substance, collapsed in the picture frame, and overflowed from the bottom edge of the picture frame little by little, and began to flow toward the table!

The table made a slight hissing sound, as if it was corroded rapidly in some strong acid. The black substance flowing out of the picture frame was like sticky mud at first, and then it became as thin as water. In the next second, it turned into some kind of... condensed black mist, which began to float and rise around the doll's body on the table, and seeped into the lifeless clay little by little.

Yu Sheng stared at this scene with wide eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt a kind of... coldness from the floating strange black mist.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that this fog was transformed by Irene, he would definitely feel that this thing was evil and dangerous. The style of the whole scene was very weird. But even if he knew it, he still felt that this black fog was particularly weird. The lingering coldness was like the malice that penetrated into this world from the distant dark abyss. It really didn't match Irene's usual heartless and harmless appearance.

Yu Sheng shook his head and threw away all the random thoughts. Looking at the black fog that was accelerating into the clay, he suddenly had some outrageous ideas-

What would happen if he blew into the fog at this time? Or what would happen if he stretched out his hand and poked it into the fog?

Irene would probably scold him badly...

Yu Sheng finally controlled the urge to touch it, and at this moment, the penetration of the fog quickly came to an end.

The puppet on the table began to change visibly - this clay figure, which was so rough that it could be described as ugly, seemed to be suddenly endowed with the characteristics of a living thing. The rough surface became smooth in the blink of an eye, and the originally crooked limbs quickly balanced and reorganized. It began to be stained with the texture and color of the skin. The distorted facial features were melted into the head, regenerated in the clay ball, and gradually emerged on the face...

Yu Sheng thought about it and felt that out of courtesy and respect, he should turn his back.

But before he could turn around, he saw that an exquisite black dress had "grown" out of the puppet's body like a part of flesh and blood, covering the surface of Irene's body.

Mimicry?

Yu Sheng subconsciously thought of this word, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a certain... connection between himself and Irene.

That feeling was fleeting, and he didn't even have time to distinguish whether the dreamy whisper was Irene's voice, and the connection fell into silence.

Yu Sheng frowned, thinking of the blood he had added to the clay when he was shaping the doll's body, and felt that the connection at this moment might be related to that.

He suddenly became a little worried: his blood seemed to be a little special, would it affect Irene's "regeneration"?

But soon, his worries were dispelled.

The doll, which had been completely reshaped, lay quietly on the table, with skin like a human, hair like ink, and a delicate face like a work of art.

Under Yu Sheng's nervous gaze, the doll's eyelashes suddenly twitched slightly.

Then, the eyes finally opened slowly.

Her scarlet eyes stared blankly at the roof, but they regained their luster in the next second. Irene raised her hands awkwardly and looked at them with an incredulous look. She slowly held her hands again. Stretch, as if feeling the texture of the air.

After being stunned for several seconds, the doll slowly smiled, but the smile seemed to be suppressing strong emotions that were about to cry.

Yu Sheng's voice sounded from the side: "Congratulations, Irene."

"Well," Irene stretched out her hand and pressed down on the table, pushed herself up, and stood up unsteadily on the table. Then she looked at Yu Sheng standing aside with a bright smile, and she opened her arms widely. , as if to send a hug, "I'm alive! Yu Sheng! Thank you..."

Miss Doll suddenly stopped, as if she had discovered something belatedly, and kept opening her arms like this, staring blankly at Yu Sheng beside the table.

Yu Sheng: "...?"

Erin slowly raised her head: "Why do you look...so tall?"

Yu Sheng thought for a while: "Is it because you are shorter?"

Irene was stunned for a moment, suddenly looked down at her body, and then looked up at the table lamp not far away - she suddenly took a breath of cold air, ran over, and stretched out her hand. He gestured his height between his head and the lamp, then stiffly turned his neck.

Yu Sheng began to feel that something was wrong.

"Why..." Erin's eyes were dull and she muttered to herself, "Why are you so short..."

"Um... the size of the doll, it's a large one." Yu Sheng was actually starting to panic at this time, but his face was still tense, "I mean the three-point doll... Wait, I got it wrong. !”

"...Three points for you, sir! People, standard-sized people! Living dolls are the same as humans! I'm 1.67 meters tall!" Irene, a small doll that was only as tall as a desk lamp, jumped on the table and yelled, "I have long legs! Huh? Huh?! Why am I as tall as this desk lamp now! I...I can't even reach the chair next to me!"

Yu Sheng was completely stunned, but then he felt something was wrong: "That's not right, you were watching when I pinched my body just now. You can see the size yourself, why didn't you tell me then? "

The little doll that was jumping up and down on the table was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to react belatedly again: "Hey, that's right, I saw it..."

She ran to the middle of the concentric circles where she had just made the doll's body, and then looked back at the oil painting where she had been living before. She thought hard for a while, and then some vague memories emerged from her heart.

"Yes... yes, your operation is fine. The clay body is just a medium, used to temporarily accommodate the soul... Even if the size is a little off, my soul should be able to adjust when it reshapes the body... …”

Erin stood on the table and muttered to herself, looking down to think for a while and then looking up at the ritual arrangements around her. She pinched her current body from time to time and kept mumbling.

"Because the size is too different? So the adjustment is limited? That's not right... No matter how limited it is, there should be some changes... No matter what, it can't be only as high as a desk lamp..."

Erin stretched out her hand and gestured to her head, then jumped twice vigorously on the spot, as if trying to make herself taller in this futile way.

Thinking about it, I know it was definitely not successful.

"So... something went wrong with the ceremony?" Yu Sheng looked on nervously, and finally asked carefully, "Did the adjustment of the body reshape properly? Then it shouldn't be my fault..."

Irene raised her head, and Yu Sheng was startled by the look of grief and anger on her face, as if she was about to cry.

"ruler."

The doll, which was only as tall as a desk lamp, stretched out its hand towards Yu Sheng, his voice gritting his teeth.

"what?"

"Measure your height!"

Yu Sheng said oh and hurriedly ran to the second floor to find a tape measure.

In fact, he wanted to get a ruler at first - but he thought that Irene might fly up and bite someone when she saw the ruler, so he didn't dare.

After a while, Irene stood straight on the table with an old book on her head, while Yu Sheng beside her opened a tape measure and measured the height of the little doll.

Irene secretly tilted the book a little, but Yu Sheng held her down.

"How...how high?" the little doll asked cautiously.

"...66.6 centimeters," Yu Sheng glanced at the ruler and said with sympathy in his tone, "I tried to count as high as possible, and I counted 0.6 centimeters after the decimal point for you."

Erin finally really cried.