Human dimension reduction

Allen, who transformed into a tentacle monster, turned into a pool of rotten muddy sand and splashed it on the ground, and experienced the whole process of weathering and breaking in just a few seconds. In less than ten seconds, the blond Alan seemed to be It's like not appearing in this world, not even a trace can be found.

Qiao Zhou didn't let the mud disappear from the corner of his eye, and Vincent's footsteps had slowly stopped at the door of the operating room, leaving only a pitiful little time for them to save themselves.

"Your ability?"

Qiao Zhou asked concisely.

The fragile body is held in the hands of human beings, and outside is the mad doctor who kills without blinking an eye. The puppet who is full of lies has to do everything possible to keep this clever and hateful human being alive-not for him, but for himself.

"Copy and paste!" the living puppet replied quickly, wishing to instill everything about himself into this human's brain before Vincent opened the door, so that the click of joint friction disappeared, "I told you before Most of it is true. To perfectly copy a person, one needs to understand his life and personality. The closer to him, the more real the copy will be. The more significant the significance of his life, the more authentic the result of the copy will be, until he gets everything about him—from his appearance, talent, and even his memory, he is exactly the same as himself.”

Qiao Zhou raised an eyebrow, grasping the key words: "How do you define whether the meaning is significant?"

The puppet imitated the hiss of a human sigh: "literally, it is very important to him, or impresses him deeply, and he will never forget it in his life, such as the ring from the sweetheart obtained by the innocent girl, the handwritten book of the scholar... ...And if you only get one rose from the libertine, even if you know him well, you can only copy his face at most."

Qiao Zhou didn't ask any more questions. The pressure from Vincent had already come in through the thin door. He grabbed the puppet and threw back the part of the arm that had been protruded earlier. He stepped back towards the operating table softly. Ask the Puppet: "Anything from Vincent in the operating room?"

Asking such a question, Qiao Zhou knew very well that it was unlikely to happen. If he wanted to copy Vincent's ability to fight against him, this thing must be very important to Vincent. How could such a thing appear in a room? In the operating room?

He asked casually, and he had already thought about how to sneak attack Vincent, and it would be best to get some organs from him—a part of himself, so it would be unforgettable and meaningful, right?

The puppet happily grabbed his lost arm, clicked it into the gap at the shoulder, and moved it left and right. Hearing his question, he tilted his head and paused for a while, then replied unexpectedly: "There really is."

Qiao Zhou was distracted by this answer: "What?"

The puppet raised its reset arm and pointed to itself: "I am."

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Alan likes this young doctor who came from afar very much. He is handsome, lively, and gentle, with a bright romantic light on his body. trust and affection.

Under the guidance of the doctor, everyone washed the house and furniture with water, burned the clothes of the disease patients with fire, arranged people to take care of mild patients in shifts, and tried drugs in groups...

The flustered and desperate village slowly became orderly. Vincent walked back and forth between the chapel and Alan's house forever with a brisk and rhythmic pace. The blue pupils are like the twilight sky, filled with the gentle moonlight and the gentle water of the Rhine.

Young girls with freckles began to pass by Alan's house in twos and threes. They talked to Alan affectionately and gave him some gadgets, but their eyes quietly fell on the doctor and followed him. every move.

What a handsome and noble young man he is!

He should be the lover of all the young girls in the world, and even the steadfast Hera would be jealous of the woman who could become his wife.

Allen discovered Vincent's popularity with the unique acumen of a child, but the person involved did not have such a conscious awareness. As for his instinctive blocking of these things he is not interested in.

—a self-confidence and a lovely arrogance that is not annoying.

Young people are more inclined to spend time with children than girls, but there is not much time like this.

Vincent is very busy, developing medicines and taking care of patients. Sometimes he will spend the night in the chapel. Alan's father is very worried that he will bring the disease from the church, and secretly talks with the villagers. Complained about it, but fortunately his worries were unfounded, Vincent has always been healthy.

One night, Allen waited by the door for Vincent, who had not returned for three days, his eyes were blue from lack of sleep, his lips were chapped and white, and only a pair of cornflower blue eyes were still bright and bright. Yi Yi: "Ah, are you waiting for me?"

Vincent squatted down, was at eye level with Alan, smiled at him, and blinked his right eye briskly: "It's great to have someone waiting when I go home! Thank you Mr. Alan for welcoming you, I should too It’s all about offering an equivalent gift.”

Allen opened his eyes slightly, watching the handsome young man take out a small thing from behind, and held it up in front of him—this is a rough puppet, except for the precise and perfect body proportions, there is almost nothing to praise , There are still wooden thorns that have not been polished clean in some places.

Even though the puppet is so clumsy and simple, and its clothes are just a piece of cloth with holes cut out, Allen still looks at it fascinated.

"Uh... I wanted to make some adjustments. Actually, I'm pretty good at sculpting, really... But I don't know why as soon as I work on wood... Well, it's a bit different from what I imagined. Same, I mean, if you don't really like..."

It was rare for Vincent to stammer like this. The noble young man raised his head in embarrassment in front of a poor child, with a hint of self-deprecation on his expression: "I am really not suitable for this kind of manual work, maybe you will like me more Give you a book?"

He wanted to take the puppet back in some embarrassment, but Allen pulled it out of his hand first: "I don't like it! I mean..."

Allen looked at the first gift in his life and said softly, "I like it very much."

The child raised his face and solemnly thanked him with his unproficient pronunciation: "Thank you very much, Mr. Vincent."

"Oh..." Vincent's eyes were filled with surprise. Although Alan's few syllables were not very accurate, they were not far from Vincent's accent. This discovery made him very happy, "You imitate well! Would you like to continue learning languages ​​with me? I can teach you more!"

Hearing this question, Allen nodded desperately. He remembered the surname Vincent told him during the chat—the surname that belonged to nobles at first glance, and remembered Vincent's usual elegant speech and behavior, as well as the unconsciousness revealed. The smell of a rich family...

If it wasn't for this surname, if it wasn't for such affluence and dignity, why would he waste precious time trying to please such a fool wandering among the plagued crowd?

The nobles can play their tricks, and the poor have their own little tricks.

But Allen hugged this brand new puppet, and those messy and dark thoughts before suddenly receded. He quietly thought, this person can deceive even children, and I don’t know how his family would let him out, but It doesn't matter, he can stay by Vincent's side, as long as Vincent treats him well, he will never lie to him in the future, and others should not try to lie to Vincent in front of him.

There are no people in the world who are better at deceiving and lying than children. They regard lies as part of their instincts and manipulate them like they manipulate their bodies.

Alan's expression seemed to misunderstand Vincent. The young man probably thought that he remembered the epidemic and felt sorry for his relatives who were sick, so he rubbed Alan's head and laughed: "Don't worry, I am the most talented doctor, I promise to cure your illness, and this place will get better soon."

The young genius doctor bent his eyes confidently. The brilliant brilliance dazzled Allen for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, and he cursed softly in his heart helplessly and amusingly: This idiot.

But he couldn't help showing a real smile on his face.

"So you copied Alan yourself to lie to me? In that case, why didn't you copy as Vincent?"

In the dark, Qiao Zhou whispered to the puppet that crawled into his ear.

The puppet didn't hold back, and frankly admitted: "I can't do it."

"I followed Alan and experienced most of the things he experienced, so these memories were not copied by me. To be precise, I only copied his appearance-in fact, I can't use it on myself. With this ability, copying Allen's appearance is already the limit of what I can do, let alone copying Vincent's power."

"And when I copied Alan, I showed his personality uncontrollably. If I copied Vincent, maybe I would be swallowed by his personality. You can understand that, as a poor little puppet, I can only empower others, not myself."

In the deep darkness, Qiao Zhou's appearance was changing. The black hair and black eyes belonging to the Chinese people faded away quickly, and the deserted silver-gray long hair climbed to his shoulders. The cornflower blue eyes were pressed under the sharp browbones, and the lips The color is dark red and cold, the scattered forehead hair covers the too sharp facial lines, the figure is tall, and the clothes have changed. In an instant, the person standing here is a young man who is too thin and tall.

His appearance is a well-deserved crown in the entertainment industry where beauties are prevalent, but this beauty is too sharp and cold, like a flower sealed in amber, anyone can see its brilliance in its heyday, but This dazzling beauty has been indisputably dead, making those who see him tremble involuntarily when they are subjected to the impact of beauty, even the cold and elegant silver hair and blue pupils can't suppress the feeling of decay of this too beautiful face.

Qiao Zhou slowly stretched his palms, and wrapped his hands in snow-white gloves. He carefully felt every subtle change brought about by this new body, and then he froze for a moment, with a strange expression on his face: "What period are you copying?" Vincent?"

The puppet answered succinctly: "The last time I came into contact with him was when he left Three Trees Village."

The door of the operating room was pushed open with a creak. Qiao Zhou held Vincent's scalpel that the puppet copied for him, and looked at the figure at the door.