Time: Evening.

Lin En changed into a new combat suit in the attic, squinting as he found a suitable knife in the operating room.

The left hand was snoring loudly, with a bubble inflating and deflating from the mouth in its palm.

"No, there's still too little handy equipment."@@novelbin@@

Lin En carefully searched the empty shell of the Flesh Puppet but still couldn't find the revolver and boning knife he lost yesterday.

And judging by the description of this left hand, his greatest trump card, the Heart of the Faceless Demon, had likely become a part of this creature.

Which meant...

His revolver and knife were probably swallowed by it too.

Lin En frowned.

He glanced at his left hand, which was snoring and constantly producing "zzZ~" sounds.

"Should I search for it?"

Lin En pondered.

Then he made a bold decision.

Putting on a mask and gloves, Lin En's glasses reflected light as he quietly extended his right hand and gently pried open the mouth of the left hand.

He thought for a moment.

Whoosh—

A slender tentacle sprouted from his shoulder.

Then, under Lin En's careful control, he guided the tentacle into the mouth of the left hand.

Hmm!

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