Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

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 slammed hard on the wall, shaking the surrounding display 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 brother come?

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 flashed 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 uncomfortable.

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 vigilant in his

heart.

How can a normal worker ask a child if he wants to enter the workplace?

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 glass door, and the two stepped into the production room.

As soon as he entered the door, Hamza felt an indescribable discomfort. The overall decoration inside is black, 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 a large spoonful of white powder from it with a large 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?”

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 glasses, 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. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hamza hugged Susie directly and said, “Go back.”

The man put down the work in his hand and said: “We rarely have customers come 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 alarm hidden under the watch. If he does not press it again,

the alarm will automatically alarm 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 you come by yourself? Where are your adults?”

Susie hugged Hamza and said, “Here it is!”

Hamza glanced at Susie and said, “We’re going to order a doll, come and have a look.”

Elena nodded: “Then take a look, I accidentally 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 placed 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 black 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 glass door was also closed and locked.

Hamza was speechless.