He lost his balance and hit the wall. The flashlight fell out of his pocket and rolled twice on the ground, illuminating the thing on the ground——
A broken finger.
The nails are painted with lavender nail polish.
Exactly the same as in the photo.
Peng Wen's head buzzed.
He squatted down and the flashlight light shook violently.
The wound on that finger was very neat, as if it had been cut open by some sharp weapon.
There was still a little bit of flesh attached to the base of the finger, and the blood had solidified and turned dark red.
He stood up, his heart pounding.
The first reaction was to call the police.
I took out my phone, but there was no signal at all.
He wanted to run out, but his feet didn't obey him, and he bumped into someone as soon as he took a step.
"Ah——"
The other person screamed.
It's a woman.
Wearing a gray windbreaker, a camera hung on his shoulder, with a light on the lens.
