Chapter 193 Are you a perpetual motion machine?
"What's your name?"
"Chuck."
"Then what's your name?"
"...I don't know .”
"What about you?"
"..."
On the slope going up from the underground cave to the ground, the Salvation Army soldiers who ran over to protect Horne were all hopeless. Love asked for the name.
However, some answered, and some were unwilling to answer, or even treated them coldly.
Shilov was not annoyed. Regardless of whether she answered or not, she just sat quietly wagging her tail after asking.
"Did you make the brass claws on Ah Fu's wrist?"
"Yes, I designed and polished them myself, but I can only modify them, not build them myself.
< br>There are fewer and fewer parts and iron ingots left by the original craftsmen, and Ah Fu’s blacksmithing skills are not up to par, so it is becoming more and more difficult to make new dolls.”
From the underground cave to. There is a special slope on the first floor of the palace. It seems that the blood slave Afu usually pushed Shilov to the first floor like this.
Pushing Shilov forward slowly, Horn and others came to the lobby on the first floor. Through the mosaic window, colorful light shone on Shilov, but she didn't feel anything strange.
"Speaking of which, how's Ah Fu doing? You didn't really kill him, did you?" Shilov looked at the hall where there were obvious signs of fighting, her tail sticking out from behind the wheelchair and brushing against Horn's knees from time to time.
Horn coughed: "No, he just fell asleep, sleeping soundly."
"Great, just not dead." Shilov nodded, "Afu usually takes care of me, but his cooking skills are terrible. Can you cook?"
"I can deliver food." Before Shilov could hear clearly, Horn moved. Topic, "Did you build the mechanical stage in the hall yourself?"
"No, I just made improvements." Shilov turned her head and looked at the stage in the corner of the hall, but her tail hung down. Go down, "This was originally a birthday gift given to me by the residents outside, but before it was completed, my grandma left and the residents were killed, so I had to complete this gift myself."
"Why?" Horn asked smoothly.
“My grandma didn’t let me go out before. When I got up every evening, I could only sit on the terrace on the second floor and look at the town over there.
Later, my grandma left They are all dead. I don’t want to see dead bodies all over the street, but I can’t change my habits.
I reset all the dolls and replaced the original princes, knights and princesses. I visited the villagers outside the town so that I can see them every day."
Xilofu looked at the mechanical stage in front of her, her face still unchanged.
Horn even suspected that she had never seen a living person, only a doll, so her facial expressions were imitating the doll.
Seeing Shilov's ears drooping, Horn reacted and quickly changed the topic to the issue he was most concerned about.
"Then what does this stage run on?"
"The crank." Shilov said matter-of-factly.
“I’m asking about the source of power for the stage, not how to start it.”
Shilov's tail curled up, like a question mark: "I don't understand, the power source of the stage is the rocker."
"Are you kidding?" Horn asked from her shoulder He reached over and looked at her face, but he couldn't see any emotional ups and downs on that face.
Many of them are made of pure copper-clad iron, with cork and parts inside, not to mention that the iron wheels and gears that drive them weigh several tons. Are they cranked by hand?
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you, Horn, push me to the side of the stage.”
Hearing Shilov’s sudden commanding words, Horn was stunned at first, and then understood This is probably how she usually commands the blood slave.
However, Horn still pushed her to the edge of the stage and signaled Horn to let go. Shilov turned the wooden shell wheelchair to the back of the stage.
"Go to the front and take a look. It will look very nice in front." Shilov picked up the lubricant from the ground and paused curiously at the blood stains on the edge.
Horn stood not far from her but did not move. Firstly, he was afraid that she would suddenly run away by some means. Secondly, he wanted to see where the power source was, so he ran to the front and stayed there. Let’s see the effect of the show. "It's okay, I'll just stand here. I like to see how it works."
"Well, okay." Shilov didn't persuade Horn, so she stretched out her hand and shook it. He held the crank and said, "Watch it."
As Shilov shook the handle, there was a subtle sound of gold and iron colliding, followed by the sound of chains sliding.
No way? Horn's mouth gradually opened.
The gear that is bigger than the washbasin is actually turning!
The sweet sound of music sounded from the trumpet of the musician puppet. Through some unknown means, his fingers beat with the gears and filaments, and he played a melodious palace dance music.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Horn took two steps forward and carefully looked at the gears, which were larger than the basin. They were actually rotating with Shilov's arms.
Drawed by the chain and gears, a white cloud rose from the corner of the stage into the sky along the track. The swan dancer rotated around the small tree on the stage.
Not to mention the white clouds painted on the thick wooden boards, the joints and bones of the swan dancer are basically made of metal.
Dozens of large puppets, nearly a hundred small puppets, extremely complex stage props and chain tracks...
How could it be Shilov's one that drives all of this? What about the thin arms?
"This doesn't comply with the laws of physics."
Horn looked over the entire stage, combing his hair into a chicken coop, and couldn't find the source of power.
He originally thought that the clicking sound was a magical prop on Shilov's body. She would take out some mysterious clock or magical engine, and then install it on the stage to drive the theater.
But everything in front of her told Horn that she actually moved the stage with her arms...
Or was she a physical witch who was driven purely by strength?
"Can I try?" In order to verify this, after getting a positive answer, Horn went straight up and almost grabbed the control of the crank.
Swiveling the wheelchair and retreating to the back, Shilov's ears stood up, like a little girl showing off her toys, looking at Horn, an ignorant country pig.
Rolling the handle easily, Horn looked blankly at the stage in front of him.
It is still running, as if as long as he doesn't let go, this tiny town can keep running.
Isn't this some kind of magic trick? Or is there an engine hidden somewhere? Or are there a bunch of undead zombies running a hamster wheel down there?
"Is this reasonable?" Horn released the crank and slowly backed away. The music gradually stopped, and the puppets on the stage stopped moving together.
"What happened? What happened?" Just when Horn was doubting his life, Jeanne ran in from the door carrying the battle flag in a hurry.
"Brother, what happened -" Looking at Shilov, who was sitting in a wheelchair with her tail wagging crazily, Jeanne stood in front of Horne, her face wrinkled, "Who is she?"< br>
"Oh, she is the adopted daughter of a vampire, the wolf girl..."
"Let me tell you, let me tell you, I am Shilov, the wolf girl Shilov." hurriedly interrupted After hearing Horn's speech, Shilov finished answering and asked tentatively, "Are you really a woman?"
In the red temperature, Jeanne's momentum was rising steadily.
"That's not what she meant. She has never spoken to a normal person before." Holding a hand on Jeanne's chest, Horn quickly stopped her.
Seeing that Jeanne was still in a red-hot state, Horn could only tell the story of Shilov's life experience, and then he calmed Jeanne who was on the verge of going crazy.
After hearing about Shilov’s life background from Horn, the expression on Jeanna’s face gradually changed from dissatisfaction to sympathy.
Especially after seeing Shilov's empty legs, a look of guilt and regret appeared on Jeanna's face.
"I'm sorry, Sister Shilov, I don't know what happened to you before, I thought..."
"It's nothing, it's my first time to see a living woman, I don't understand...Ah, I I understand, because women’s secondary sexual characteristics are inferior to mine, did you take my question as a mockery?” Shilov suddenly realized, “Linguistically speaking, it is indeed possible to be misunderstood.”
For the first time, Horn saw an expression on Jeanne's face that was more uncomfortable than eating shit.
"Okay, okay, no matter how big or small it is, this is normal. The sisters have a good foundation and there is still a lot of room for development."
After comforting Jeana, Horn looked at Hilo again. Fu, when he was interrupted by Jeanne and others, he almost forgot about the mechanical theater.
Clearing his throat, he asked Shilov: "I still don't understand. The gears on the mechanical theater are so heavy that it's difficult to lift them up. How do you turn them with one hand?"
"Because it's a star-cast gear." Shilov was confused by Horn's question, "Isn't that what a star-cast gear is?"
(End of this chapter)< br>