Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 369 - 229: Hidden Mechanism Easter Egg, Raising Mrs. Winter’s Suspicions (Part 2)

Chapter 369: Chapter 229: Hidden Mechanism Easter Egg, Raising Mrs. Winter’s Suspicions (Part 2)
"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..."
After answering Henry Chapman, Mr. Carter turned to see Clement Winter, who had moved to the side of the puppet to film it, and anxiously shouted at him, his heart in his throat.
"Hey!"
Clement Winter paused his movements, raised his hand, and spread it open, saying innocently, "I didn’t touch it, really."
"..."
Seeing Clement Winter’s pure and innocent eyes, Mr. Carter, realizing his own overreaction, immediately felt embarrassed, slightly awkward.
However—
That was, after all, the museum’s treasure. They usually take it out with extreme care, afraid of bumping or scratching it, and with Clement Winter getting so close, he was indeed worried that he might have touched the puppet.
While thinking about this, Mr. Carter hesitated about whether to apologize to Clement Winter.
Just at this moment—
"This button—"
Clement Winter’s finger suddenly pressed down on the top of the puppet’s head.
"Wait—"
Mr. Carter widened his eyes in panic.
But it was too late.
Clement Winter’s finger had already pressed down.
"Click—"
The puppet’s jaw suddenly dropped two inches, its mouth opened, and then a blade emerged from its mouth.
Katherine Collins + Henry Chapman: "..." There really was a mechanism!
Others: "..."
What the hell is this?! Move your paws off our museum’s treasure! Hurry up and move them!
"Wow—" Clement Winter raised his finger, aimed at the knife blade protruding from the mouth, and cheerfully kept taking pictures, "There’s really a mechanism after all. This assassin was well-prepared."
Katherine Collins turned her head in amazement and asked Mr. Carter, "Didn’t you say there weren’t any?"
"I, I..."
After saying ’I’ several times, Mr. Carter finally regained his senses, "I don’t know. The old curator’s manual only mentioned the one mechanism on the back of the head."
This kind of high-end item, they usually treat it like a treasure, and during exhibits, they only use the wind-up on the back of the head, carefully avoiding any other part, not daring to touch it. Who would have thought to ’find another mechanism’?
"Well, this mechanical master is quite amusing. Is this mechanism an Easter egg?"
Katherine Collins analyzed, blinking excitedly, "Five years, and it hadn’t been discovered until now. If it weren’t for Clement Winter..."
!
This mechanical master has such a wicked sense of humor?!
Henry Chapman secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, such quirky humor runs in the blood.
However, Mr. Carter and the other staff obviously weren’t in the mood to dwell on these thoughts, instead staring in panic at their innocent and adorable ’museum treasure’ now sporting a menacing face, nearly bursting into tears.
"Ho, how, how... how to restore it?"
Mr. Carter was on the verge of tears.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have entertained these three distinguished guests in any circumstance! Whoever wants to come, let them come!
If something happened to the museum’s treasure, how could he explain to the old curator?
The old curator would have him executed on the spot.
"Oh, let me study it..."
Clement Winter, seemingly unaware of the ’trouble’ he caused, poked his head around, observing.
Others: "..." Study, my ass, just don’t touch it anymore!
However, within less than three seconds, Clement Winter touched the puppet’s head again, pressed the original button once more.
In an instant—
The blade retracted, the jaw retracted, and in a blink, the puppet returned to its innocent and cute form.
Mr. Carter + staff: "..."
!
Thank The Great Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha Tathagata, Jesus, and God for their blessing!
May you also let this uncontrollable little singer vanish into thin air!
"Ah, it’s restored."
Clement Winter blinked, feeling pleasantly surprised himself, "I was so shocked, I thought it would stay like that forever."
Mr. Carter + staff: "..."
Please shut up!
Please stop!
"Are there any other mechanisms?"
Henry Chapman suddenly became interested and stepped towards the puppet.
Katherine Collins’s eyes lit up, hurriedly following, "I’ll take a look too."
Soon, the three of them gathered around the mechanical puppet, surrounding it.