Charles changed into a new combat suit in the attic, squinting his eyes. From the operating room, he found a handy knife.
Left Hand was sound asleep, and bubbles were coming out of its mouth.
"No, there's still too little suitable equipment."
Charles carefully searched through the empty shell of the flesh puppet, but couldn't find his lost revolver and Bone-Trimming Knife from yesterday.
And judging by the description of this left hand, his trump card, Leopold's heart, had probably become a part of this creature.
In other words, his revolver and knife were likely swallowed by it.
Charles frowned.
He glanced at Left Hand, who was sleeping soundly, making "zzz~" noises.
"Should I search for them?"
Charles contemplated.
Then he made a bold decision.
Wearing a mask and gloves, Charles's lens reflected light as he quietly extended his right hand. He gently opened a slit in Left Hand's mouth.
