old dream

Chapter 287 Resurrection ([-])

"Come on, good boy, turn your head here. Be careful and take your time, hey, yes..."

The count coaxed the dead thing in a low voice, as if taking care of his own child lovingly.With his left hand, he turned the handle in several directions sequentially, and some of the many silks slid in mid-air.Under the lure of gravity, the puppet obediently leaned its upper body in front of Freed.

How to make dead things exactly the same as real people?
The answer is to start from the most subtle bones and muscle blood.

The earl's mind first conceived every strand of body tissue on the doll, and after a few nights of rumination, three surgeons and nearly ten alchemist masters delivered the babies to the world one by one.Neither electric wires nor oil lamps were used in this dressing-room, for the Count was always afraid that the heavens would burn the place up with unreasonable fire.After all, this art is blasphemous, no matter what kind of ethical view is used to judge it.

So before the performance started, he could only examine the puppet's face and young limbs alone under the faint fluorescence of a row of night pearls.Remember to be extra careful, because the nameless craftsman and doctor who brought it into this world have left forever, so any small damage since then, is irreparable.

Earl did not install nerves for it, which should have been the location of the brain, just a cavity for weight reduction.Strands of silk threads that are almost invisible to the naked eye pass through the skin from the outside, and use mechanical principles instead of electrical signals to create muscle contraction.

The movements and expressions of the dolls were solidified after careful calculation, and they were stored in a steel wire device weighing several tons above the stage. After rows of copper plates were engraved with holes, they became as fine and transparent as gauze.The puppet's performance on the stage is even more emotional than that of a real person, but it is no more than an automatic performance like a music box or a solo piano.

It is the only exception, Lydia.

The Earl had to bring it to life with his own hands.It will not be a machine that can interpret her, it can only be another living creature.

It is hard for others off the stage to imagine how superb skills are required to make a puppet make a natural expression.Every time Lydia breathes and smiles, it will simultaneously affect twenty to thirty strands of artificial muscles.This needs to be controlled by the 28 knuckles of the Earl's hands, and the joints of the wrists and elbows.In just a few months, the earl became visibly thinner and weaker, but those skills became more and more pure, as if the person who was controlling was not him, but Lydia on the stage, who secretly moved her body The ugly part is hidden in the dark.

The make-up was done, and the earl carefully put the holy hollow crown on its forehead.Then he put on the gloves for himself and pulled them with a complicated movement, making the puppet smile at him.Then the Earl let all human expressions flash across its face like a magic lantern.

It seems to be confirming the function, but it is actually admiring in private.But tonight, something seemed different.

"Lydia?"

The count asked in confusion, feeling that his skills had become jerky.He stopped moving, the puppet should have returned to silence after losing the control of the silk thread, but it didn't now, he could feel through the gloves that the puppet seemed to be trembling slightly.

Facing the incomprehensible scene, fear flashed instinctively in Fred's eyes, but after he came to his senses, the fear deep in his heart began to gradually turn into ecstasy.

The doll's arm moved, as if it had just returned to reality from a dark fantasy, and was still confirming the texture of the world.But just such a slight movement caused the wires pulling her internal tendons to break, the sharp steel wires cut her skin, and the cold blood immediately leaked out like fine beads, but it was not blood, but Gemstone pigments that never set.Maintaining internal pressure under the almost transparent skin, at the same time making her appear alive and flushed.

As the thin thread broke, several rows of blood beads emerged from her skin. Her face, chest, and limbs were like crystal pomegranate fruits.The puppet pulls its right hand from the heavy silk and silk, but at this time it is no longer the physical thread that controls her, but a more metaphysical existence.

"Are you...the real Lydia..."

Her simple actions were enough to convince the earl that it was Lydia standing in front of him.After all, there is no second person in the world who fits the role so well, even just breathing, can make all his stage skills a laughing stock.In the past, the charm and flamboyant expression he pursued suddenly turned into a deliberate performance and show off in front of her, appearing lifeless.

Maybe the real Lydia is not what people think it is, or maybe this is another variation of the same repertoire, beyond any interpretation, and even Lydia herself is a hidden side that is not revealed in the story.

"Lydia" curled up her feet and moved it from the red silk to the clean ground.But her left hand was still hanging high in the air, so she could barely touch the toe with one foot, and her upper body was turning left and right unsteadily.

The puppet looked up and saw Fred was unexpectedly close to him, and he seemed to be panting with excitement.This was the day when his dream came true. Compared to this moment, all the previous sacrifices were worthless.

The bound puppet was still half-hanging in the air, staring at the old and bewildered face of the count in front of him, as if hesitating whether to ask him for help.After a while, the puppet quietly stretched out its hand and brushed against the other's trembling chest.But then, the enamel-glazed fingertips sank into Freed like a child tentatively dipping its hand into a warm pool of water.

The earl's pupils dilated slowly, looking at "Lydia"'s innocent and even a little curious face, in the pupils made of red corundum gemstones, there seemed to be a glimmer of water swaying.But the puppet quickly withdrew its hand tiredly, and pushed Freed's body aside, as if pushing away some debris.

The count was pale and clutched the wound on his chest, losing strength all over his body, and knelt down on the ground speechlessly.He was not surprised by such an end, and even felt relieved that he had obtained the same destination as the king in the opera.With the increasingly blurred vision, "Lydia" is still trying to rest her smooth toes, trying to break free from the restraint on her left hand.

After a minute or two, she succeeded. Feeling her limbs a little, she walked towards the closed door without any hesitation.

The earl listened to her pattering away footsteps, as if he was listening to his own passing life.He closed his eyes, and as if in a dying hallucination, he saw something shattered, a fertile and rotting earth, stag horns, and a pair of dark, wet eyes.

(End of this chapter)