The deafening drum beat was like a hammer hammering into the temples.
Diao Yimo opened his eyes suddenly.
There were swaying colored lights in his sight, and the smell of cheap perfume mixed with tobacco and alcohol hit his nose. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a sequined short skirt with an alarmingly low neckline.
"Sister Mo! It's your turn!" A woman wearing bright red lipstick pushed her.
There was a "buzzing" sound in my head——
[Welcome to "Eternal Night Carnival"]
[You have obtained the characteristic: Immortality]
The cold mechanical sound echoed inside the skull.
Diao Yimo staggered two steps and held on to the wall covered with mirror fragments. A strange face was reflected in the mirror - charming eyebrows, bright red lips, and a small tear mole in the corner of the eye.
Fragments of memory came flooding back.
Three hours ago, she was in front of the dissection table, holding a scalpel in her hand. The seventh corpse in the serial murder case had just had its chest opened...
Then cardiac arrest occurred.
And then, right here.
"Sister Mo!" Urged again.
