Huli was very obedient. She asked nothing after hearing Yu Sheng's instructions, picked up Eileen's oil painting, stuffed it into her tail, turned, and left the room, heading for the attic.
Eileen was still lying on the bed, harboring fantasies. "Hey, Yu Sheng, do you think some kind of mira—"
Before she could finish, the eyes of both little dolls dimmed as if their power had been cut. Then they fell stiffly onto the bed.
Yu Sheng watched the scene expressionlessly, then looked at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle. "Looks like it won't."
A few seconds later, he shouted toward the outside, "Huli! You can come back!"
Hurried footsteps came from outside. Huli quickly ran down from the attic again. After entering, she pulled the framed oil painting from her tail and handed it to Yu Sheng. "Benefactor! Here you go!"
The two little dolls on the bed both sat up with a thump, looking somewhat dazed.
Yu Sheng casually hung the oil painting on one of their backs, turning her into P1 Eileen.
When Eileen "woke up," instead of immediately lamenting that no miracle had occurred, she stared blankly at Huli. "Can't you tidy up the inside of your tail?"
Yu Sheng grew curious when he heard that. "Huh? You saw inside her tail? What's it like in there?"
The moment he said it, he felt that something sounded strange. He had the impression that if those words were used in any other situation, they would count as a grammatical error. Yet when he thought about it carefully, he could not find anything wrong with them—he could only blame this rocket-boosted Dora-A-Li's tail for being so bizarrely styled that even describing its functions sounded a little unhinged...
"It's pitch-black inside, and I don't know how big it is.