"That's it?" Henry Chapman asked.
At this moment, all the photographers had already retracted their cameras and returned to the backstage of the performance hall to continue their recording.
Mr. Carter nodded, "Yes."
Henry Chapman slightly furrowed his brow.
The movement in those ten seconds was indeed impressive, but he faintly felt—
It shouldn't just be this.
Such a big shell, without any hidden mechanism, would be too dull.
—Even Nora Scott's mechanical toys love to have a few unexpected tricks to scare those who play with them.
Perhaps a true mechanical 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 mechanical puppet "hid secrets."
"Mr. Winter..."
