Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 309
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The man grabbed Susie’s arm, his eyes were strangely bright in the dim backlight, his voice was
hoarse, cold and gloomy:
“What are you looking at… Do you want to go in?”
He held an empty sack in his hand and held it over Susie’s head…
However, before he could react, he suddenly flew out!
With a bang, the man mmed hard on the wall, shaking the surrounding disy cases three times,
and even a doll fell to the side.
When Hamza heard the movement as soon as he arrived, he
subconsciously rushed to block Susie.
Susie turned around, blinking innocently.
I looked at Hamza-hey, when did my brothere?
He looked at the person who flew out again-hey, why did this uncle fly out by himself?
Hamza’s face was cold, and he asked in a cold voice, “Who are you!”
The man in the gray overalls got up, coughing violently while holding his knees, and a look of horror
shed in his eyes when he raised his eyes.
For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was beaten by this little boy, or I was hit by a ghost?
“Who are you?” he asked back.
Seeing Hamza looking at him coldly, he had no choice but to say first, “I’m the staff here…”
His voice was hoarse, like pulling a saw, which made people feel unspeakably ufortable.
The man looked at Susie and said, “I saw her at the door, so I asked her if she wanted to go in.”
Hearing this answer, Hamza frowned and became more vignt in his
heart.
How can a normal worker ask a child if he wants to enter the workce?
It should be telling her to leave immediately.
Hamza just felt indescribably weird.
Susie nodded and said, “Okay, I want to go in and have a look.”
Hamza was about to say no to go, but saw Susie sticking next to him again, shaking his hand
coquettishly: “I want to go in and have a look, why don’t you go in with me!”
After speaking, he immediately raised his hand: “Don’t worry, I will definitely protect you!”
Hamza was speechless.
Who is protecting whom?
But he finally said: “Let’s not take this as an example…”
Susie happily held him by the hand: “Yeah, yeah!”
Hamza was “forced” to be led away by Susie. The worker swiped his card to open the ss door, and
the two stepped into the production room.
As soon as he entered the door, Hamza felt an indescribable difort. The overall decoration inside
is ck, and there are several semi-finished dolls nailed to one side, giving people a depressing and
weird feeling.
The staff making the “mud” looked dull, and the room not far away was a workbench for making dolls,
and one person was engraving the face of a
doll with great concentration.
On the workbench in front of her were a lot of fragments of dolls, including those with a single joint, one
hand, and skulls. They were very realistic. If these parts were not smaller by more than two circles as a
whole, they would even cause people to lose weight. The illusion of being at the scene of
dismemberment.
Counting it down, there were only three people in the entire workshop – not including him and Susie.
But it gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Hamza whispered: “Susie, let’s go back first.”
“Susie?”
He turned his head sharply and found that Susie had disappeared at some point
Hamza turned around immediately, only to find that Susie was squatting not far away, in front of a staff
mixing ‘mud’.
She asked curiously, “Uncle, is this mud?”
The staff member didn’t speak.
On the contrary, the man smiled inexplicably at the beginning and said, “No, this is…resin powder.”
He spoke intermittently and strangely, dragging a sack while speaking.
He opened the sack, scooped out arge spoonful of white powder from it with arge spoon, weighed
it on the nearby scale, carefully opened a wooden box on the nearby table, took a small spoonful of
powder, and put it in proportion mixed in the ‘slurry’.
He weighed other things very casually, but he was very cautious with this
wooden box.
Susie stared at the sack and wooden box.
She suddenly asked, “Is this human ashes?”
N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
The man’s movements stopped suddenly, and the staff who mixed the “mud” still didn’t look up. The
puppet maker in the distance moved his hands crookedly, and scratched the back of her finger with a
sharp hand- made knife, and soon a bright red drop appeared. of blood beads.
She stretched her finger to the doll’s mouth, the blood was quickly absorbed by the doll, and the doll’s
lips were bright red.
The man chuckled and stared straight at Susie: “What nonsense are you talking about? Although our
industry is often viewed with colored sses, we don’t do such appalling things.”
Susie tilted her head, with a simple smile on her small face: “So that’s the case, I’m sorry.”
It seemed that what she said was the unintentional act of a child.
Hamza hugged Susie directly and said, “Go back.”
The man put down the work in his hand and said: “We rarely have customerse in the workshop,
are you here to order dolls? I will show you the quality of our materials.”
Hamza refused: “No need.”
Susie hugged Hamza’s neck and whispered, “Let’s see again.”
Hamza frowned.
For safety, he quietly pressed the watch on his wrist.
There is an rm hidden under the watch. If he does not press it again,
the rm will automatically rm after five minutes and send his location to the police.
The man said: “It’s all here, let’s go.”
He forcibly brought the two of them to the side of the human shaper, and
said, “This is our craftsman, the human shaper who returned from
studying abroad, Elena.”
Susie waved her hand: “Hello, Elena! Did you just make a doll for Seven ?”
Hamza was speechless. What does this say…
Elena was slightly surprised. She put down the knife in her hand and smiled softly: “Are you her
friends? Why did youe by yourself? Where are your adults?”
Susie hugged Hamza and said, “Here it is!”
Hamza nced at Susie and said, “We’re going to order a doll,e and have a look.”
Elena nodded: “Then take a look, I identally scratched my hand just now, I’ll deal with it.”
Susie nodded and waved at her.
After Elena left, Susie broke away from Hamza and picked up a puppet joint on the table.
On the green cutting board, there are two eyeballs being made, and a puppet face that has not yet
been fitted with eyeballs, and the top of head is ced aside.
Hamza frowned from the beginning to the end, looking at the workbench, in addition to the dolls being
made, there are three or two halfling idols on the workbench, one with eyes closed and head slightly
raised, the
other with ck and Hanging long hair, neat bangs.
One is wide-eyed, the pupils have not yet been drawn, and they look strangely empty.
Hamza looked up and suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The three people in the studio disappeared at some point, and there were only him and Susie in the
huge studio.
The ss door was also closed and locked.
Hamza was speechless.