Chapter 39 Success, but not complete
Irene looked quite sad.
Yu Sheng took a look at the "masterpiece" he had created after spending several hours, and then put himself in the shoes of the person in question. He felt that if one day his soul left his body and had to drill into a body like this to be resurrected, he would probably really cry...
However, Irene's reaction still hurt Yu Sheng a little. He endured the embarrassment and looked at the doll in the painting with a tense expression, trying hard to look serious: "I have tried very hard. Look, at least the left and right eyes are symmetrical..."
Irene really started to cry now: "But the head is not symmetrical..."
Yu Sheng turned his face away: "Uh... it's true that I'm a little unskilled. I'll do better next time. Practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect..."
“It’s better not to have a next time,” Irene waved her hand helplessly. Then, she probably thought that today was the day she finally got out of trouble, so she should be happy. She tried hard to smile, but failed. So, all her words finally turned into a sigh. “Hey, it’s a body after all. I can really feel that the connection has been established. Okay, let’s take it.”
She took a deep breath, jumped down from the chair in the painting, took two steps forward, and then seemed to remember something and looked down at the stuffed teddy bear in her hand.
After standing silently for a few seconds, she hugged the teddy bear tightly, turned around and put it on the chair, as if saying goodbye.
Yu Sheng was a little curious: "Don't you want the bear anymore?"
"I can't take it out. It... is another individual sealed in this painting. Even its consciousness has long since dissipated. I don't even know where it came from." Irene shook her head gently and reached out to pat the teddy bear's head. "It can only stay in here, but I won't throw away this painting, which is equivalent to keeping it with me."
"oh."
Yu Sheng nodded, and then watched Irene's next move with a hint of nervousness and curiosity.
He was very concerned about how the doll would eventually "come out" of the oil painting, and how she would "come to life" using the now ugly "doll shell" on the table as a container.
Then, he saw Irene in the painting begin to... "dissolve"! The scene was strange and horrifying. It was as if Irene had suddenly turned into a wax figure being roasted by flames. Her entire body gradually became molten and lost all her colors and details in almost the blink of an eye. In just a few seconds, she turned into a softening black substance that collapsed in the frame and overflowed from the bottom edge of the frame little by little, beginning to flow toward the table!
The tabletop made a slight hissing sound, as if it was rapidly corroding in some strong acid. The black substance flowing out of the picture frame was like sticky mud at first, and then it became as thin as water. In the next second, it turned into some kind of... condensed black mist, which began to float and undulate around the body of the puppet on the table, and seeped into the lifeless clay bit by bit.
Yu Sheng stared at the scene with wide eyes, not knowing if it was an illusion, but he felt a kind of... chill from the floating strange black fog.
If he had not seen with his own eyes that this ball of fog was transformed by Irene, he would definitely feel that this thing was evil and dangerous. The style of the whole scene was very weird. But even if he knew it, he still felt that this black fog was particularly strange. The lingering cold feeling was like the malice that penetrated into this world from the distant dark abyss. It was really inconsistent with Irene's usual heartless and harmless appearance.
Yu Sheng shook his head, throwing aside all the random thoughts. Looking at the black mist that was rapidly penetrating into the clay, he suddenly had some outrageous thoughts -
What would happen if you blew into the mist at this time? Or what would happen if you reached out and poked your hand into the fog? Irene would probably curse very badly...
Yu Sheng finally controlled the urge to touch his hands, and at this moment, the infiltration of the fog quickly came to an end.
The puppet on the table began to change visibly - this rough and ugly clay figure seemed to be suddenly endowed with the characteristics of a living thing. The rough surface became smooth in the blink of an eye, and the originally crooked limbs quickly balanced and reorganized. It began to take on the texture and color of skin, and the distorted facial features were melted into the head, regenerated in the clay ball, and gradually emerged on the face...
Yu Sheng thought about it and felt that out of politeness and respect, he should turn his back.
But before he could turn around, he saw an exquisite black dress "growing" out of the doll's body like a part of flesh and blood, covering the surface of Irene's body.
Mimicry? This word subconsciously emerged in Yu Sheng's mind, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a certain... connection between himself and Irene.
The feeling was fleeting, and he didn't even have time to distinguish whether the dreamy whisper was Irene's voice, and the connection fell silent.
Yu Sheng frowned, thinking of the blood he had added to the clay when he was shaping the doll's body, and felt that this momentary connection might be related to that.
He suddenly felt a little worried: his blood seemed to be a little special. Would this affect Irene's "regeneration"? But soon, his worries were dispelled.
The completely reshaped doll lay quietly on the table, its skin was like a human, its hair was like ink, and its delicate face was like a work of art.
Under Yu Sheng's somewhat nervous gaze, the doll's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.
Then, the eyes finally opened slowly.
The scarlet eyes looked at the roof blankly, but they were bright again the next second. Irene raised her hands awkwardly and looked at them with disbelief, then she slowly clenched her hands and stretched them out, as if she was feeling the texture of the air.
After being stunned for several seconds, the puppet slowly began to laugh, but his smile seemed to be suppressing the intense emotion of wanting to cry.
Yu Sheng's voice sounded from the side: "Congratulations, Irene."
"Well," Irene stretched out her hand to press the table, propped up her body, and stood up shakily on the table. Then she looked at Yu Sheng standing beside her with a bright smile. She opened her arms wide as if to give him a hug, "I'm alive! Yu Sheng! Thank you..."
The doll lady suddenly stopped, as if she realized something belatedly. She kept her arms outstretched, staring blankly at Yu Sheng who was sitting beside the table.
Yu Sheng: “……?”
Irene slowly raised her head: "Why do you look... so tall?"
Yu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Could it be because you are shorter?"
Irene was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked down at her body, then looked up at the table lamp not far away - she suddenly took a breath of cold air, ran over, stretched out her hand to measure her height between her head and the table lamp, and then turned her neck stiffly.
Yu Sheng began to feel something was wrong.
"Why..." Irene muttered to herself with dull eyes, "Why am I so short..."
"Um... the size of the doll, a large one," Yu Sheng actually started to panic at this time, but his face was still very tense, "I mean the three-point doll... Wait, is this wrong?!"
"… Three points, damn it! People, people of standard size! Living dolls are the same as humans! I'm 1.67 meters tall!" The little doll Irene, who was only as tall as a desk lamp, jumped on the table and yelled, "Where are my long legs! Huh? Huh?! How come I'm as tall as this desk lamp now! I… I can't even reach the chair next to me!"
Yu Sheng was completely confused, but then he felt something was wrong: "That's not right, you were watching me pinch your body just now, you can see the size yourself, why didn't you tell me then?"
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The little puppet that was jumping up and down on the table was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to react belatedly: "Oh, yes, I saw it..."
She ran to the center of the concentric circles where she had made the doll's body, then looked back at the painting where she had previously lived. She thought hard, and some vague memories emerged from her heart.
"Yes... Yes, there is no problem with your operation. The clay shell is just a medium to temporarily accommodate the soul... Even if the size is a little off, my soul should be able to adjust when reshaping the body..."
Irene stood on the table and talked to herself, sometimes lowering her head to think, sometimes looking up at the ceremony arrangements around her, and from time to time pinching her current body, muttering to herself non-stop.
"Because the size difference is so big? So the adjustment is limited? That's not right... Even if it's limited, there should be some variation... It can't be only as tall as the lamp..."
Irene stretched out her hand and measured her head, then jumped hard twice on the spot, as if trying to make herself taller in this futile way.
Just think about it and you will know that it will definitely not succeed.
"So... there was still a problem with the ceremony?" Yu Sheng watched nervously from the side, and finally asked carefully, "The body was not adjusted properly when it was reshaped? Then this should not be my fault..."
Irene raised her head, and the grief-stricken and tearful look on her face scared Yu Sheng.
"ruler."
The puppet, who was only as tall as a desk lamp, reached out to Yu Sheng and spoke with gritted teeth.
"what?"
"Measure your height!"
Yu Sheng said "oh" and quickly ran to the second floor to find a tape measure.
In fact, he wanted to take a ruler at first - but he thought that if Irene saw the ruler, she might fly up and bite him, so he didn't dare.
After a moment, Irene stood upright on the table with an old book on her head, while Yu Sheng next to her pulled out a tape measure and measured the height of the doll.
Irene secretly tilted the book a little, but Yu Sheng held her back.
"How...how high?" the little puppet asked cautiously.
"...66.6 centimeters," Yu Sheng glanced at the ruler and said with sympathy, "I tried to calculate it as high as possible. I even included 0.6 centimeters after the decimal point."
Irene finally really started crying.
(End of this chapter)
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