Human dimension reduction

Vincent's walking speed is slower than that of ordinary people. From heel to toe, every inch is firmly stepped on the ground, with a subtle and pathological stability.

He was wearing the skin of a middle-aged male doctor. The doctor he was attached to was of medium build, with a pair of glasses with thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, his white coat was tightly buttoned to the top, and his hands were wearing disposable gloves. On the hem of the snow-white clothes there are some suspicious sputter-like bright red marks.

He put one hand in his pocket, with a gentle smile on his face, he looked very approachable, and even knocked twice politely before pushing the door.

The empty knock on the door echoed in the corridor. The doctor with a gentle smile turned his face slowly, and put his ear against the thin door. The faint corridor light hit his face, making this smile eerie.

The dim light, the corridor hidden in the darkness, the walls with peeling white paint, the doctor with an unknown smile on the door leaf...

This scene is enough to be used as a horror movie poster, and it can scare a group of people at the beginning.

The operating room was very quiet, as if the deafening noise just now was his hallucination.

Vincent tilted his head, thought for a while, then raised his hand and pressed the doorknob.

The wooden door of a certain age creaked when it was pushed open, prolonging the tired sigh, and the heavy darkness in the room poured out from the crack of the door, climbing up the trouser legs, trying to swallow Vincent soundlessly. belly.

A thin gleam of light flashed from a blind spot, and when Vincent was unconscious, it vehemently and quickly went towards his back chest. In just a short moment, this thin ray of light could penetrate his skin texture, cut off the beating heart. The heart in the chest cavity.

People will die if their hearts are pierced, will monsters in human skin die because of this?

Qiao Zhou didn't know, but the advantages of trying it outweighed the disadvantages.

When the sharp thin light was about to penetrate the skin, the middle-aged doctor, who seemed to be unaware from the beginning to the end, rolled his lips and pulled out an excited and cruel smile in the darkness. He pulled out his right hand that had been hidden in his pocket, and his joints turned Turning around, he faced the oncoming blade without dodging or evading in a twisted posture that normal humans could not do.

Ding - sting -

The sound of the blade scraping was extremely ear-piercing, similar to fingernails scraping a blackboard. A burst of sparks burst out from between the intertwined blades. Qiao Zhou saw several blades between the opponent's fingers, spitting out a hidden cold light like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

And with this fleeting spark, Vincent also saw the face of the person he almost brushed against.

The collision full of murderous intentions was imminent, and Qiao Zhou hid in the darkness again. Vincent stood where he was, and the gentle smile on his face disappeared.

"Ah... what did I see?"

The man standing alone at the door muttered to himself, his tone of voice and pauses were full of rhythm, one could hear that he had received a good education, the harmony and harmony seemed to be reciting sonnets tactfully.

In the momentary halo of light, he saw an extremely handsome face, with long silver-gray hair tied in a bunch on his chest, the browbones were lowered to the eye sockets, and the cornflower blue pupils were frowned. The color of her lips is a velvety and hazy light purple, which is cooler than the polar ocean, and the color of her lips is a sharp red that captures the heart.

This face is very familiar to Vincent, he has been facing this face day and night for decades.

From the young children in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors carved with golden roses, holly and white eagle family emblems, to the young people in the solemn and simple dressing mirrors in the university, to the pale faces reflected in the sewage and blood pools...

Vincent's lips straightened suddenly, and cold anger flooded out of him.

"I seem to... see myself?" There was a smile in his voice, but his face was indifferent and cold, "You despicable villain, I allow you to get out and beg me for a quick death."

Qiao Zhou didn't care about his intimidation at all. He was stretching his limbs against the corner ceiling, lowering his eyes to look at the person directly below, and suppressed his breathing rate to the extreme, like a plaster statue. Except for blinking occasionally, he almost lost everything traits of being alive.

At such a critical moment, Qiao Zhou's cuff suddenly moved.

His appearance imitated Vincent, and the clothes on his body naturally became shirts and trousers with the style of the late nineteenth century. Layers of ruffled sleeves were tightly gathered at the wrists, and there were lace embellishments between the folds , with a long scarf tied around the neckline, which fits neatly into the clothes, no different from a noble young master.

But now, the neatly gathered cuffs moved, stretched open, a piece of round wood protruded from it, and then two sections of arms—the body—

This is a puppet with extremely rough workmanship. It is a clumsy toy for coaxing children. It has no design sense at all. One piece of round and long wood is the head, and two pieces of slender wood are the hands. It can barely be combined to form a puppet. The appearance of the skin, the surface has a layer of dull patina due to repeated rubbing.

This living thing turns its body, revealing the side that should be the front face. There is a bright red arc drawn on it, making it look like a smiling face. Matching this clumsy and rough body, it has no aesthetic feeling, but it is a bit eerie and creepy. .

Qiao Zhou glanced at it, and the puppet sat obediently on his wrist, showing him that scary smile, with his hands pressed on the wooden legs, and stared at Vincent below him motionlessly. .

At the same time, a thin voice entered Qiao Zhou's ears.

"...Vincent was born in an aristocratic family when he was young. He was the beloved youngest son of the family. He studied with a tutor in his youth, and entered a university to study philosophy and medicine in his youth. Later, he devoted himself to practicing medicine, but was opposed by his family, so he left the family... ...Two years later, when the European war broke out, he went to Three Trees Village to practice medicine, and eventually died..."

The puppet speaks very fast, the syllables are low and thin, and the sentences are about to be refined into a line. As it says more and more things, the details of Qiao Zhou's body become more and more perfect. Luxurious and low-key embroidery appeared, and the long silver-gray hair glowed with a light light. He was like a large doll, slowly perfected by invisible forces.

————10 minutes ago————

Da da da……

Vincent's footsteps turned to this side. On the line of life and death, Alan and Qiao Zhou were still looking at each other, with swords and swords in their eyes, and neither of them would back down.

To die together, or join forces?

Qiao Zhou threw this fatal question to Alan.

Allen thought quickly, and his eyes moved away for a moment unconsciously. At this moment, Qiao Zhou, who had been staying close to it and seemed harmless, violently jumped up. When Allen thought he was going to sneak attack and subconsciously avoided When he opened his body, Qiao Zhou raised his hand unexpectedly, and took it from Alan's hand firmly——

snatched away the ugly puppet it had been holding in its hand.

Allen's eyes widened suddenly, and its face became terrifying, that sweet cherub face distorted like molten wax, white teeth protruding from blood-red gums, soft blond hair attached to the scalp Being pushed away, something like a tentacle could not wait to roll it out, like a snake to test the temperature, and immediately attacked Qiao Zhoupo.

The monster that tore the little boy's skin was disgusting and horrifying. The tentacles and fangs were still stained with an indescribable sticky transparent liquid. As the tentacles bounced towards Qiao Zhou, they flung them at Qiao Zhou's face, blowing out corrosive gas. Distinctive bubble sound.

stab-

A drop of liquid hit Qiao Zhou's cuff, corroding a small dark green hole in the dirty white coat. The black tentacles stopped two inches in front of Qiao Zhou's eyeballs, curled up and stretched hunger and thirst.

The foreign object was close to the eyeball, causing Qiao Zhou to narrow his eyes physiologically, and a thin layer of water formed in the fundus of his eyes, as if he was crying.

However, there was a smile on his face, with the corners of his lips curled up, a standard smile.

The tentacles that came with killing intent stopped.

The monster has no sympathy or hesitation, and the only thing that can force it to show mercy is its own interests.

——A shoddy puppet was held up by Qiao Zhou's chest, with each of his hands holding one of the puppet's arms. This was a standard gesture of threatening a hostage to tear up a ticket, so skilled that it almost made people doubt Qiao Zhou's profession.

The move seemed ludicrous, a useless, inexplicable puppet to ward off indestructible monsters?

It might be better to say that Qiao Zhou was so frightened that he instinctively grabbed something in his hand to block it.

The tentacle hesitated for a moment humanely, trying to move forward, Qiao Zhou said softly and quickly: "Don't test my patience again. A child trapped in a life-and-death situation still remembers to carry his own toy every step of the way? I Does it look silly?"

When Qiao Zhou saw this child who was out of tune with the surrounding environment, he was very curious about the puppet he was holding. Allen kept holding the puppet tightly in his hand like a treasure. This action was completely different from the attitude of ordinary children cherishing toys. Rather than cherishing and caring, it's more like getting used to it, just like getting used to your own hands and feet.

Do you take special care of your arms or legs?

But even if you get used to it, it is impossible to get used to seeing a foreign body as a part of your body.

...unless this thing is indeed a part of him.

After his words came out, the tentacles stopped in mid-air again. Word threats were powerless, so Qiao Zhou firmly unscrewed one of the puppet's arms while speaking.

"Now, can we be open and happy to work together?"

The human asked in a pleasant and relaxed voice, completely ignoring the tentacles and fangs, and his eyes fell directly on the puppet in the palm of his hand.

The wooden man whose arm was torn off was pitifully held in his hand, swaying limply with his movements like a lifeless qualified toy. It looks more and more ridiculous.

Qiao Zhou shook the puppet patiently, and raised his voice, "Huh?"

After a brief silence, the limp puppet raised its head, and showed Qiao Zhou a wooden face with blood-red smiling lips.

A thin sound came to Qiao Zhou's ears accompanied by the rattling of the lack of lubrication of the wood: "...Kat... You, catch me... Da... Kaka... As you... Kaka... wish... sir..."