An Zhe looked up at him and remembered the previous conversation with Du Sai. “Are you going to make the Judge?”

“Why not?” Boss Shaw laughed. “The Judge is too busy killing people and he can’t be bothered taking care of this type of trouble.”

CHAPTER 10

“Mr Hubbard, it’s me, Scott Shaw.”

As Boss Shaw sent a message to Hubbard, An Zhe was holding a human head and practicing doing eyebrows.

The hot needle pierced a tiny hole in the skin made of silicone rubber and then An Zhe implanted the fibers that simulated human hair. Once the molten silicone rubber cooled again, this hair was firmly rooted inside the doll’s skin. Boss Shaw’s eyes were spent and it was difficult for him to carry out such high-intensity work. An Zhe guessed that this was one of the reasons why he was so anxious to find an apprentice.

Scott Shaw put down the communicator and took the doll out of the glass window, placing in on a seat in the middle of the room. All the joints of the doll could be easily rotated. He folded the doll’s legs, clasped the elbows with the hands and finally twisted the head to make it slightly droop. The light passed through the eyelashes to cast a shadow. The doll was sitting in a commanding and slightly melancholy posture.

An Zhe looked up. The dim light cast a dark shadow on the doll’s face and the only subtle difference between silicone rubber and human skin was offset. He was completely like a silent, living human.

There was excessive silence. The surrounding windows and containers filled with things that might be considered obscene in human cognition were also strange in this atmosphere. This strange atmosphere was broken by a push of the door. The white light outside entered, reflecting on half of the doll’s body. An Zhe squinted as he looked at the man who appeared at the door.

He was a tall man with half-long curly black hair. His eyes were brown and his features were cold. An Zhe could imagine him walking in the wilderness with a gun. An Zhe waited for him to come in but the man just stood at the door, eyes stopped on the doll in the middle of the room. He stood still for so long that he seemed to have become a doll himself.

It wasn’t until Boss Shaw coughed and said, “Come in,” that the man seemed to awaken and move. He strode into the room and slowed sharply as he approached the doll. An Zhe watched as he raised a hand to touch the face of the doll. His fingers hung in the air but he didn’t lower them. In the quiet room, there was only the man’s slightly trembling breathing sound, very light. It was like a butterfly was perched on the doll’s eyelashes and he was afraid to disturb it.