The muffled sound of the back of his head hitting the ground penetrated his ears clearly. The last thing Li Ang saw was the crumbling thickened bulletproof glass above the museum display cabinet, and the horrified and wide-open mouths of the surrounding tourists. Pain. The severe pain did not last long, and darkness swallowed everything. I don't know how much time passed. The noisy exclamations died away. Instead, there was deathly silence. There is a strange smell in the air. It's like aged sandalwood, mixed with the cold smell of some kind of metal, and... A faint smell of sweat. Li Ang suddenly woke up. He subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, get up from the ground, and touch the back of his head to see if it was still there. But he can't. No eyelids to open. No
