Chapter 477: One Hand
Shen Mo thought for a moment, then tossed the severed arm on the couch, “Let’s keep it for now. We can’t just treat it like regular garbage; it might cause trouble.”
What if throwing it away ended up hurting someone, or was taken advantage of by others?
But Bai Youwei didn’t consider these points. Wrinkling her brow unhappily, she said, “It was just lying on the floor and now you’ve tossed it on the couch. I just changed the couch cover. It didn’t even wash its hand!”
The hand on the couch rolled onto the floor, palm down, arm up, and began to crawl stiffly towards the kitchen—
Suddenly Bai Youwei and Shen Mo heard the sound of a faucet being turned on, and the running water.
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions rather delicate.
Shen Mo was silent for a moment, then said, “Now you don’t have to worry about it getting your couch cover dirty.”
“However…” Shen Mo stroked her head, “Remember to tell Teacher Cheng and Xiaoxin beforehand.”
Otherwise, it would be quite scary to see a severed arm in the middle of the night.
Bai Youwei was still mulling over how to deal with this thing.
Right then, the water in the kitchen stopped. Not feeling reassured, she went to the kitchen with Shen Mo. They saw the arm was wiping its ‘hand.’ Immediately, Bai Youwei blew up!
“You’re wiping ‘hand’ with a dishcloth?! After just washing it?! The dishcloth is full of oil!!”
The hand gave a large jump, then, with a thump, fell from the edge of the sink and quickly hid in the narrow crevice behind the refrigerator, shivering with fright.
“There’s dust behind the refrigerator! It’s filthy!” Bai Youwei angrily said, “Refrigerator! Move out of the way!”
The refrigerator stood still.
Shen Mo gave her a look, “The refrigerator was moved in from outside.”
It’s just a normal household appliance, not an object from the game. It wasn’t that intelligent.
Bai Youwei bit her lip and slapped her hand against the refrigerator, making a loud banging sound.
“Come out! Go wash your ‘hand’ again! Use soap to wash, then dry with the paper towel on the dining table. After that… stay on the chair! Don’t touch the floor!”
No one could disobey the house-owner’s order in the dollhouse.
The hand came out trembling, and according to Bai Youwei, it started to rub the soap with its palm and back of the ‘hand’, trying hard to work up a lather…
Bai Youwei watched the hand suspiciously from the side, “If you make the stuff in the house dirty again, I’ll send you out to chop wood! You won’t be allowed back in!”
Shen Mo found it all rather amusing as he watched.
He then glanced at the fluffy bunny in the living room silently charging up, and couldn’t help but think: this home was becoming more and more lively…
In an empty and vast space, countless cubes were systematically arranged.
One cube was emitting a pure white light, flickering in and out of intensity, as the Bunny-headed Inspector stood in front of the cube, methodically carrying out data repair.
This was its work and its duty, tirelessly toiling day in and day out… all for the endless satisfaction of the system’s demands.
A ball rolled to its feet.
The Bunny-headed creature stopped, turned around, and saw a blue-eyed, blond-haired handsome cartoon male walking towards it. Apart from him, there were also marionettes with strings, an old man in a grey robe, a three-faced stone statue, a floating Ghost Fire… and many others.
Everyone had gathered.
The Bunny-headed creature quietly watched them, its eyes finally falling on the cartoon male’s face, “What’s the matter?”
The cartoon male said, “There has been an anomaly in the system. I discovered that you’ve given players a functional prop from the game as a reward.”
The Bunny-headed creature nodded slightly, replying calmly, “Yes.”
Feeling disgruntled, the cartoon male questioned, “Could you explain your reason? The items this player carries have greatly disturbed the balance of the game. Why would you still… In any event, we can’t help but suspect that you’re showing favoritism in managing the game.”
The Bunny-headed creature seemed slightly surprised, “You mean… favoritism?”