"That’s it?" Henry Chapman asked.
At this mont, all the photographers had already retracted their caras and returned to the backstage of the performance hall to continue their recording.
Mr. Carter nodded, "Yes."
Henry Chapman slightly furrowed his brow.
The movent in those ten seconds was indeed impressive, but he faintly felt—
It shouldn’t just be this.
Such a big shell, without any hidden chanism, would be too dull.
—Even Nora Scott’s chanical toys love to have a few unexpected tricks to scare those who play with them.
Perhaps a true chanical master doesn’t like pranks or scaring people?
"Ahem."
Nora Scott lightly coughed, glancing at Henry Chapman from the corner of her eye.
How rare, no one in the museum noticed, and even experts and scholars didn’t figure it out, yet Henry Chapman, relying on intuition, could still perceive that this chanical puppet "hid secrets."
"Mr. Winter..."
After answering Henry Chapman, Mr. Carter turned to see Clent Winter, who had moved to the side of the puppet to film it, and anxiously shouted at him, his heart in his throat.
"Hey!"
Clent Winter paused his movents, raised his hand, and spread it open, saying innocently, "I didn’t touch it, really."
"..."
Seeing Clent Winter’s pure and innocent eyes, Mr. Carter, realizing his own overreaction, imdiately felt embarrassed, slightly awkward.
However—
That was, after all, the museum’s treasure. They usually take it out with extre care, afraid of bumping or scratching it, and with Clent Winter getting so close, he was indeed worried that he might have touched the puppet.
While thinking about this, Mr. Carter hesitated about whether to apologize to Clent Winter.
Just at this mont—
"This button—"
Clent Winter’s finger suddenly pressed down on the top of the puppet’s head.
"Wait—"
Mr. Carter widened his eyes in panic.
But it was too late.
Clent Winter’s finger had already pressed down.
"Click—"
The puppet’s jaw suddenly dropped two inches, its mouth opened, and then a blade erged from its mouth.
Katherine Collins Henry Chapman: "..." There really was a chanism!
Others: "..."
What the hell is this?! Move your paws off our museum’s treasure! Hurry up and move them!
"Wow—" Clent Winter raised his finger, aid at the knife blade protruding from the mouth, and cheerfully kept taking pictures, "There’s really a chanism after all. This assassin was well-prepared."
Katherine Collins turned her head in amazent and asked Mr. Carter, "Didn’t you say there weren’t any?"
"I, I..."
After saying ’I’ several tis, Mr. Carter finally regained his senses, "I don’t know. The old curator’s manual only ntioned the one chanism on the back of the head."
This kind of high-end item, they usually treat it like a treasure, and during exhibits, they only use the wind-up on the back of the head, carefully avoiding any other part, not daring to touch it. Who would have thought to ’find another chanism’?
"Well, this chanical master is quite amusing. Is this chanism an Easter egg?"
Katherine Collins analyzed, blinking excitedly, "Five years, and it hadn’t been discovered until now. If it weren’t for Clent Winter..."
!
This chanical master has such a wicked sense of humor?!
Henry Chapman secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, such quirky humor runs in the blood.
However, Mr. Carter and the other staff obviously weren’t in the mood to dwell on these thoughts, instead staring in panic at their innocent and adorable ’museum treasure’ now sporting a nacing face, nearly bursting into tears.
"Ho, how, how... how to restore it?"
Mr. Carter was on the verge of tears.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have entertained these three distinguished guests in any circumstance! Whoever wants to co, let them co!
If sothing happened to the museum’s treasure, how could he explain to the old curator?
The old curator would have him executed on the spot.
"Oh, let study it..."
Clent Winter, seemingly unaware of the ’trouble’ he caused, poked his head around, observing.
Others: "..." Study, my ass, just don’t touch it anymore!
However, within less than three seconds, Clent Winter touched the puppet’s head again, pressed the original button once more.
In an instant—
The blade retracted, the jaw retracted, and in a blink, the puppet returned to its innocent and cute form.
Mr. Carter staff: "..."
!
Thank The Great Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha Tathagata, Jesus, and God for their blessing!
May you also let this uncontrollable little singer vanish into thin air!
"Ah, it’s restored."
Clent Winter blinked, feeling pleasantly surprised himself, "I was so shocked, I thought it would stay like that forever."
Mr. Carter staff: "..."
Please shut up!
Please stop!
"Are there any other chanisms?"
Henry Chapman suddenly beca interested and stepped towards the puppet.
Katherine Collins’s eyes lit up, hurriedly following, "I’ll take a look too."
Soon, the three of them gathered around the chanical puppet, surrounding it.
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