The cold metal touch penetrated the thin fabric, causing pain in the back.
My consciousness seemed to be sinking to the bottom of turbid water, struggling upwards with great effort. The first thing to recover was the sense of smell. A strong and pungent smell of formalin penetrated the nasal cavity arbitrarily, mixed with some indescribable and slightly sweet smell that belonged to death itself. Then came hearing, a dead silence, absolute, panic-stricken silence, even the sound of his own breathing was so weak that it was almost non-existent.
Lin Chen opened his eyes suddenly.
