Reincarnation Paradise: Do you understand what a clone is?

Chapter 139 The Puppet Master’s Ambush

After checking the mission and world introduction, Anze had the opportunity to observe the surrounding situation.

Anze seems to be in a train carriage now. The carriage is gorgeously decorated, like a high-end box, with wooden floors on the ground. There are windows on the right side with some yellowing marks on the corners. Outside the windows is the scenery passing by quickly.

About ten centimeters behind Anze, there was a single bed. Not far in front of him, there was a small wooden table with a glasses case on it and two pieces of paper underneath.

On the wall not far away, there is a wall clock, which is ticking at the moment. Next to it is an embedded broadcast port.

He walked over and picked up the glasses case, revealing two pieces of paper underneath, one was a folded newspaper and the other was a ticket.

…The ticket, there’s other people’s names on it, huh? Could it be that Paradise gave me an identity? That’s not right, doesn’t Paradise never give status to contractors? I don’t have anything special...

Anze was cursing in his heart when an announcement suddenly sounded.

[In view of the scarcity of information in this derived world and the high difficulty, a certain amount of paradise coins have been consumed to provide the contractor with a certain starting identity to facilitate the mission. 】

It can be seen from the park's announcement that this is most likely a derivative world that has just been born or opened not long ago. It has probably not been explored much, otherwise the park would not provide such convenience to contractors.

In most worlds, it is difficult for contractors to have a serious identity.

After he finished complaining, a strange memory flooded into his mind, and Anze took some time to absorb it.

A puppet master who came to the capital of Hecarim from the seaside city? No, is this really an identity I can get casually?

After taking a look at his savings, Anze twitched his lips, feeling that this status was not worth it.

At this moment, next to the wall clock, the broadcast port made a subtle sound.

"Dear distinguished passengers, we will arrive at Hecarim Station in half an hour."

It can only be said that it is a single room, and there are special instructions to get to the station.

Anze complained in his mind, then squatted down and pulled out "his" luggage from under the bed.

There weren't many things, just a wooden suitcase with a few changes of clothes and a wallet.

After taking a look at this guy's savings and finding that it was quite sufficient, Anze began to think about what to do next. During the hour and a half in the car, Anze naturally couldn't do nothing.

After waiting for a while, Anze opened the door of the room and walked out. The corridor outside was very wide, and the layout of the room was a little shabby, but not much worse.

There are very few tables and chairs on the right side of the aisle. Some people are sitting on them reading newspapers, with tea or coffee on hand.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Anze felt a little headache. In this case, it was very difficult to talk to others for no reason.

But in a room not far from Anze, the door was opened, and a man wearing black clothes and a mask walked out. Anze could tell at a glance that it was a contractor.

The faint smell of blood coming from his soul just didn't match the surroundings.

After realizing that it was a contractor, Anze walked up naturally, raised his hand slightly, smiled and said: "Brother, let's talk?"

The masked man glanced at Anze, pointed to his room, and motioned for Anze to follow him in. Obviously, he also recognized that Anze was the same kind.

There is no hatred or grudge between the two, so naturally they can talk about cooperation.

"Brother, do you have any information? Pay with paradise coins." Anze spoke proactively with a smile on his face.

"No, this world seems to have appeared suddenly. It's my first time entering, and I haven't heard anyone else come before." The contractor opposite shook his head slightly, and Anze was silent for a moment.

"That's it, excuse me for disturbing you." Anze smiled and leaned away. He didn't ask for any information. He planned to go back and continue reading the newspaper.

The other party did not hold back, and the conversation between the two ended.

Anze returned to his room and picked up the folded newspaper on the table.

After looking through it, Anze didn't find any useful information on it. Most of it was just reports praising virtues without any substantive content.

Anze put down the things in his hands and looked up at the wall clock. The clock on it was a quarter of the way up and it was not long before the expected time to get off the bus.

After a moment of silence, Anze chose to close his eyes and rest, waiting for the train to arrive at the station.

After a long time, the announcement sounded again. Anze picked up the original owner's things and got out of the car. On the road, he met the contractor who had met once again.

The two of them greeted each other, and Anze knew that the other party's strength was definitely not weak, otherwise it would be impossible to obtain an identity that was at least the same level as his. The paradise coins spent were enough to make the average contractor feel distressed for a while.

Follow the street signs and walk out of the station. There is a rickshaw parked at the station entrance. Of course, the person pulling the rickshaw is not a person, but a doll...

Anze carried his things and got on the rickshaw, took out the coins from his wallet and said, "In Dongcheng District, find a doll repair shop."

"Okay, sir..." the puppet said humbly, pulling Anze away behind him.

The target Anze needs to find is a puppet master, and his current identity happens to be that of a puppet master, so he naturally has to make good use of his identity.

Going to places where certain puppet masters hang out will naturally make it easier to get clues about your target.

Along the way, Anze didn't speak, and the driver didn't speak either. They just ran quietly.

On the rickshaw, Anze observed the street scene on the road and judged the current productivity level of the world. This involves many things, such as whether there will be domestic thermal weapons in the world, whether it is inconvenient to escape after a fight, and whether it is possible to fight with local forces. Hostility and the like...

Through observation, Anze discovered that he couldn't understand the development route of this world. The mechanical dolls had exquisite structures and even had self-awareness, but the means of transportation still remained in the stage of horse-drawn carriages, and even the lighting tools were still kerosene lamps, such as It's like the technology tree is crooked.

The puppet's legs were faster than Anze expected. After about half an hour, Anze was taken to a puppet repair shop.

The decoration at the door was a bit crude, but the signboard was still intact, but there were no customers and it was very deserted. Anze glanced at it and got out of the car silently.

"Keep it for a while. I might want your car later. I can pay 10% more."

"Okay, sir..." The puppet had a smile on its face and agreed happily.

This made Anze couldn't help but sigh at the usefulness of Qian's ability.

The clerk at the door greeted the doll familiarly. Obviously, the doll had some selfish motives, but this was nothing to Anze. To him, it didn't matter which store it was.

Entering the store, the clerk at the door just walked in with An Ze.

"Excuse me, customer, do you want to buy a doll, or do you want to repair..." The clerk didn't finish his words, with a flattering smile on his face.

"I'm a famous puppeteer. Is your shop owner here?"

"What are your plans?" The clerk's eyes lit up. A puppet master is very tempting for a shop like this. "There are some things that we, the shopkeepers, need to discuss more conveniently..." An Ze smiled and said without explaining anything.

"Wait a moment, I'll go right away..." Anze stood there and waited, waiting for the shop owner to come out.

About a few minutes later, a middle-aged man walked out of the shop, a smile on his face that looked a bit vicissitudes of life.

"Can we go inside and talk in detail?"

"Of course, of course!"

The two of them walked towards Fang's room. The shopkeeper's thoughts were obvious. Anze did not respond and listened to him.

"I'm sorry, Harlem shopkeeper, my purpose may be a little different from what you imagined. I just want to ask if you know a puppet master named Armida. He is my friend. We broke up a long time ago. Contacted.

"I plan to settle in Hecarim, so I want to meet this old friend." Anze said as he took out a slightly larger denomination note from his wallet and placed it in front of him.

"Well, I don't know much about these puppet masters, but I can tell you a place to find them."

"You tell me." Anze silently pushed the banknotes in front of him, then retracted his hand and spoke with a smile.

"A doll shop called Doll Heart is also located in Dongcheng District..."

"Thank you." Anze bowed slightly, turned around and left with his things. He had already obtained the information he wanted.

After turning around and going out, Anze got on the rickshaw again, spoke to the doll, told him the address just told him by the store manager, and asked the doll to take him there.

After another few dozen minutes, Anze came to the entrance of a small alley that was even more dilapidated than the doll shop just now. The place was even more deserted. As for the doll shop the store manager was talking about, he didn't see it at all.

"Guest, the location you mentioned is here..." The puppet was silent for a moment, so it was slightly trembling. He was worried about offending An Ze, a big customer.

"Let's go." Anze carried his things and signaled that he could leave.

Anze chose to trust the shopkeeper for the time being and walked towards the inside of the alley. There was a smell of rotting flesh and metal rust mixed in the air, which was very unpleasant.

After walking a short distance inside, Anze saw a shop that could not be regarded as a shop. The metal signboard was half-broken, there were scattered mechanical parts on both sides, and there was a very strong smell of blood.

The lights were on inside the shop, and Anze pushed the door in. The door frame made an unsustainable creaking sound. When he faced him, Anze saw a flesh and blood doll with stitch marks all over his body.

"Welcome to the doll house. Do you want to buy a doll or maintain a doll?" The voice of this doll was very hoarse.

"Is your puppet master here?" Anze pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing slightly and said with a smile. This is the original owner's thing. Anze took it and made the best use of it. Using this thing will improve his temperament. Make Anze look more...well, less sinister.

"I'm here. I don't know what the customers want to see me for." An old voice sounded from behind the counter not far away. Anze looked past the flesh and blood doll and saw an old man wearing a mechanical prosthesis on his left hand.

Anze walked over, smiled and said: "Old sir, I want to ask you about yourself..."

Hearing Anze's voice, the old man turned around. Anze looked at him. There was a burning wound on his forehead. His face was not very friendly, and he did not look like the kind of person who was easy to get along with.

Just like before, Anze silently pushed out a banknote and placed it on the counter. He repeated what he had just said with a smile on his face and tried his best to appear friendly.

"Oh? I didn't know that Armida had an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years." The old puppet master opposite looked up at Anze and reached out to take away the money on the table.

"After all, we lost contact for a long time..."

"That guy Amira is at No. 318 Chris Block. That's the puppet shop he opened." After accepting the money, the puppeteer opposite said.

Anze bowed slightly to thank him, and then left the shop called Doll Heart.

Tsk, it turns out that things are not that simple.

Anze secretly cursed in his heart. The exchange just now seemed to go smoothly, but the behavior of the store and the old man was a little unreasonable.

Therefore, the suspicious Anze checked the soul fluctuations nearby. In a small shop, there were a total of seven souls, including one person and one doll.

Anze was very curious as to why the other five guys were crowded into this extremely small shop with a very bad environment.

Shortly after Anze left, several people who were sensed by Anze walked out one after another.

"How come that guy Armida was targeted by someone else? Did you leak the news?"

"How could the thing in that guy Armida's hands be hidden? The puppeteer wouldn't be curious about the clues about that thing. It's normal for this guy to find him..."

"Stop talking, go and make arrangements. Armida can't afford to make any mistakes now. Deal with that guy first and then talk about it."

"He didn't bring any puppets with him, so what are you afraid of?"

"You know where he put the puppets. It's better to be cautious. Which puppet master goes out without bringing puppets with him..."

…………

Anze left where he was just now, found a puppet driver again, and rushed towards the place the old man said. No matter what, this was his only clue at the moment, and he had to go there no matter what.

Even if Anze guesses what kind of trap it is, he still has to go so that he can get follow-up clues.

But the method of obtaining clues may be more...

No. 318 Chris Block…

Anze looked at the doll shop in the downtown area in front of him. He was silent for a moment, glanced at the pedestrians on the left and right, opened the door and walked in.

After entering the door, a doll greeted him.

It was still the familiar greeting process, but this time Anze was taken to another room.

"Guest, please wait a moment. This is the reception room arranged by our maker. Please wait a moment."

The few people who had been prepared were a little confused when they saw Anze coming alone. It was the first time they saw a puppet master without a puppet, and they were a little overwhelmed by Anze.

In fact, it's not that Anze doesn't have one, but that the person Anze inherited is just a "puppet repairman" and not a real puppet master...

After all, there is no alchemy in Anze's memory at all from the Puppet Masters Association...

(End of this chapter)