The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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

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

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

And at this time, getting close enough, Sigmund finally found something strange.

The girl in front of her was not breathing.

He held out his hand.

The skin is delicate but cold.

Is this a dead man?

This teenager placed a dead body in his room, and then played sickly with his sister and brother?

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

"No..."

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

Although the azure blue eyes were deep and charming, there was no trace of vitality. He held the girl's arm and squeezed it hard.

What came back under the softness was a piece of hardness, and then he found tiny traces on the girl's knuckles.

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

"Fantastic!"

"The time is up, I want to listen to the story, I want to listen to the story!"

"I'll be angry if I don't tell a story!"

The boy's shout came from behind, sharp and high-pitched, and in the hysteria, Sigmon felt his eardrums swell.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Nick."

Sigmon responded casually, then stretched out his arms, one around the girl's shoulders, and the other through the other's knees.

"Good weight!"

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

But even so, he felt his body sway when he exerted his force.

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

If it was wood, it would not be difficult to explain.

No wonder this young master needs a male servant. Even if two women carry this weight together, I am afraid it will not be too convenient.

Possibly even ripped off something in the pull.

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

Apart from the lack of temperature, it doesn't seem to be much different from normal people.

even more delicate...

Sigmund dared not think any more.

In the room, Nick was already lying on the bed early, and Sigmund placed the girl beside him according to the other party's instructions.

Next, Nick broke apart the girl's hands, curled himself up in the girl's arms, and finally instructed Sigmon to take out a ten-centimeter wooden card from the cabinet next to him.

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

"Put it in!"

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

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

"Have you never used a pneumatic phonograph?"

The boy's voice was sharp.

Grooves, cards, machines... So that's what Nick said about storytelling.

Sigman swallowed and spit, parted the hair behind the girl's head with his left hand, and sure enough he found a shallow groove there.

"Crack!"

He pushed in the card.

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

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

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

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

"Close the door and go out, I'll call you when you need it."

After speaking, she closed her eyes intoxicated.

Obviously there is no terrifying picture, but the strangeness in front of him even surpasses Sigmon's experience in the circular space.

He didn't want to stay in this room for a second, so he quickly retreated to the door and closed the door.

Ruo Ruo Wu's voice came from the crack of the door.

It's obviously just an ordinary story, but Sigmon's mouth is dry and his eyelids are twitching.

Next, until dinner, Sigmon 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 took advantage of the cloudy weather to push the girl around the deserted manor.

Everywhere he went, Nick would eloquently recount the many experiences between the two of them. In addition to the strangeness, Sigmund also felt an inexplicable sadness.

Through Nick's narration, combined with the 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 city, and the dolls they produced were delicate and lifelike.

But later, for unknown reasons, the loss of the most 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 spent a lot of energy making a doll the size of their daughter.

Recently, the husband and wife are rushing to other cities to negotiate a contract, leaving only Nick butler and many servants in the manor.

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

Potato bacon and vegetable salad.

For the servants, this kind of food was already a bit too rich, and Sigmon gave himself enough food for three people to eat.

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 sparse short brown hair, thin cheeks, bright eyes, and most especially his hands, which are delicate and do not match his identity.

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

Sigmund glanced up at the other party and smiled.

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

Steve was not embarrassed to be exposed by Sigmund, "Friend, we signed short-term contracts before we came here. Although the pay here is good, have you ever thought about what happens after the contract ends?"

"Want to make a fortune?" Steve smiled mysteriously, then lowered his voice suddenly.

"I have inquired about you. You are very short of money. Your father in the police station needs a lot of money."

"Let's talk about it?" Although Steve in front of him always gave off a feeling of being too shrewd, he was right, Sigmon does need a lot of money now.

"I'll come to you when the time comes."

Seeing that Sigmon was moved, Steve accepted it as soon as he saw it. This guy was very appetizing, smiled at Sigmon, picked up his 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 profile of the girl playing the piano.

The melody is brisk, and apart from being mechanically dull, I can't pick out too many problems.

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

When night came, the sea breeze roared outside the window, and countless exhaustions swept through.

Boom.

The thunder roared, and lightning streaked across the night sky, and the sleeping Sigmund suddenly opened his eyes.

He was awakened by hunger.

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

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

In addition, in the depths of his consciousness, the sign of the Nightmare Carriage appeared, with a flashing hourglass on the sign.

"Countdown to Nightmare Carriage Summoning..."

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