Even though Eileen was usually timid yet loud, making a huge fuss and shouting hysterically at the slightest thing, this was the first time Yu Sheng had seen such... panic on the little thing's face.
The blonde doll shell lying on the platform remained motionless, its eyes tightly shut and showing no sign of life. Eileen's attempt to control it received no response. She tried several more times in succession, but the result was still the same.
"This shouldn't be happening..." Even Marlene was puzzled. "The repair process itself went smoothly. Even if reconnecting the consciousness failed, Maryse should at least have received an error signal... Is something missing?"
Yu Sheng frowned beside them. Looking at the little doll standing helplessly on the platform, he suddenly thought of something. "Wait, do we need to bring your painting over too?"
Eileen froze at that, her expression confused. "That shouldn't be necessary... When I activated those mass-produced dolls before, I could transfer my consciousness directly without relying on the oil painting. Those hastily assembled mass-produced shells worked fine, so why is this original body having 'poor contact'?"
"Let's try it first," Yu Sheng said, pulling open a small door nearby. On the other side was the living room at No. 66 Wutong Road. "Your situation is such a mess that who knows which step caused the bug to get stuck?"
Eileen on the other side—the doll version—removed the painting frame from her back and handed it over. Yu Sheng took the oil painting and passed it to Eileen—the black iron version—on the platform. Marlene watched in confusion, but before she could say anything, she saw Eileen prop the oil painting against the edge of the platform, right beside the blonde shell's head.
When she saw that the frame would not stand steadily,