Xing Ye and the mirror returned to their residence. It was about nine o'clock in the morning. It was when the sun was shining brightest. Xing Ye took down the wooden windows of the small ruined house to make the house appear brighter, and by the way, he dried the items in the house. .
This time Xing Ye carefully looked at his broken house and found that there were many shops near his house.
According to this structure, he should live in a commercial area, but the location is very remote, the house is also very small, the facade is extremely shabby, there is no plaque, and it is more like a warehouse.
There was a large open space in front of the door, and no guests came to him at all.
With the help of the mirror, Xing Ye struggled to take out the old things from the house.
He is more like a ragged one. There are many parts in the room, such as hands and eyes, but they should all be worn out and need to be replaced. There are also many Tin Man's bodies, which are heavy and occupy a lot of space.
It was turned over until the afternoon, and the house was wound up several times before reluctantly cleaning the house. Xing Ye used the wooden boards, nails and hammer wrenches from the sundries to make a simple shelf and put the small items on different shelves. , Large items such as the body of a puppet are placed at the bottom of the shelf to fix the shelf.
After the classification is done, the items are clear at a glance.
"In the house, there are more parts replaced by the new type of Tin Man. There are all kinds of things, as well as tools and broken fabrics," Xing Ye said, dragging his chin. "It seems that I really want to have a new puppet body. I am very self-motivated. Because I don't have money, I go around picking up things that others don't want, hoping to have a new body one day."
Looking at his current body, Xing Ye understood the original owner's thoughts very well, he was too old.
Xing Ye: "The bronze mirror man should have been picked up by the original owner, but I don't know where he picked it up. Maybe there is a clue from Master Benedict."
The mirror had no neck and couldn't nod, so he knocked hard on his chest in agreement.
"Unfortunately, there is no pen and paper in the house. The original owner does not have the habit of keeping a diary. It is not clear where he found the bronze mirror man."
The clue ends here.
Xing Ye checked the mirror's body again, and this time it was discovered that he found algae in the gap of the mirror.
"You should have been salvaged from the river water," Xing Ye said. "There is a net here. It seems that the original owner will often go to the nearby river to collect waste... Throwing things in the water will pollute the water resources, even if the puppets don't The need to drink water is not a good habit. Master Benedict is obsessed with making puppets, but he may not have environmental awareness."
Xing Ye analyzed the character of Master Benedict based on the existing clues, hoping to find the master in the small town.
The mirror is very sad. He has tried his best not to think about his ugly things. Now he still finds that he was fished out of the river, rusty, dirty and ugly, with algae hanging on his body. It's a miserable one.
Even if it was a makeup mirror in the last world, Xing Ye would wash his body every time after taking a bath.
In addition to the river water, there should be repair shops and oil shops where the original owner collects waste. He seems to have friendship with these people.
After analyzing these things, Xing Ye decided to go to a nearby oil shop to find out.
In the morning, he and the mirror tried to avoid the sight of the puppets at the oil shop. They hid behind the thin wooden wall to eavesdrop. They did not formally show their faces in front of the shopkeeper. This time they seemed to need to be shaken.
Seeing that the sky is getting late, it will be dark if no action is taken, and then they will see nothing.
Xing Ye appeared and wandered around the door of the oil shop owner. When the shop owner saw him, he immediately said, "Recently, there has been another batch of discarded parts, and customers just don't need them when they fall off when they are oiled. Some of them have some non-used oil. You can use it for oil."
His tone is very friendly, very different from the morning when he treats customers.
Xing Ye accepted the package he handed over, and the owner of the oil shop said, "Don't always think about changing your body. Master Benedict is gone. No one will help the puppet to replace it. Old Nick in the repair shop will not do either. He can only repair things."
Master Benedict is gone? It seems that the people in the small town don't know that Master Benedict is still alive, so he should hide in the city as a puppeteer, watching every puppet he creates.
The oil shop puppet took out a notebook, took out a pen, wrote a few words on it, and handed it to Xing Ye: "No, sign the bill. The second-hand goods also need to be bought from the original ore. You can keep the account, and you must give it to the original ore."
Xing Ye turned over the account book. It showed that he had owed the oil shop puppets 20 years ago. Sometimes he would repay one or two pieces of raw ore, but more often he owed it, plus the spare parts and old ones. For engine oil, he owed the other 24 ore.
What a huge sum of money.
There was no name in the signature place, only handprints, Xing Ye pressed the handprints on the new bill.
At this moment, a female puppet with long hair and a beautiful skirt came to the shop, and the oil shop puppet's voice immediately became flattering: "Ms. Lin Da, are you here to change the oil?"
"Take my sister to Uncle Nick's to fix her arms, and I will stop by you for a motor oil treatment." Marionette Lin Da shook her long hair, which was a wig planted on top of her head.
Sister, fix the arm, Uncle Nick...sounds familiar, as if he was talking about Cao Qian.
This is not a coincidence. It is normal that the oil shop and the repair shop are located close to each other.
Xing Ye observed Cao Qian's second sister Lin Da. He couldn't see the puppet's face value, but Lin Da's body was indeed delicate, with very flexible fingers, and eyelashes on his eyelids, much more delicate than other puppets. Up.
Lin Da stretched out her hand, and the oil shop puppet politely took her hand into the room, and found a female puppet employee to help her with oil care.
Seeing Xing Ye staring at Lin Da's back, the oil shop owner said, "What do you look at! That's not the beauty you can imagine. The city lord's son has been pursuing Lin Da for 30 years, and Miss Lin Da may not be able to see it. Fuck him, you? Huh! Hurry up and collect scraps from Old Nick!"
Thirty years... Do the residents of Puppet City calculate the time in ten years?
Without seeing the situation inside, Xing Ye had to leave with a sack of waste.
When the owner of the Fangcai Motor Oil Shop mentioned the old Nick, he pointed to the southeast. This was a subconscious action, and the shop representing the old Nick was very likely to be there.
With a reasonable reason, it is not bad to see Cao Qian, maybe there will be new clues.
Xing Ye took two steps, saw the mirror and looked at the oil shop blankly, comforting him: "When I get rich, I will come here to do oil care for you."
He felt like a poor boy who could only wish for nothing.
"No," the big mirror whispered, "I think that Lin Da is so pretentious. Just now when the oil shop owner wanted to hold her hand, her eyelashes shook by two millimeters, which looked very unwilling. Also. The movement of her hair is very...well...how do you say it, as if you are not used to the length of the hair, it is not a very graceful gesture, but... you shouldn't have long hair, and find it troublesome and uncomfortable. The difference is very subtle, and I don't know it clearly.
According to my real eyes, I think she is a gamer, with short hair originally. "