"Please receive your mask."
He reached out and took the mask, and the surface was covered with a cold touch. The originally white mask became more dazzling under the pale light.
The two dark and empty holes around the eyes are still deep.
Qiu Jin put on the mask skillfully, and the mask fit perfectly with the curves of his face, as if it had already integrated with him.
It was another brand new day, and he walked quickly to the door.
He knew that outside the door, there was a new trap and fog.
Masquerade, a so-called place where "redemption" is accomplished.
They struggled numbly and frightenedly. "I'm guilty, please let me go!"
What awaits these cowards is to be eliminated quickly, in an unimaginable and cruel way.
(The salvation of the dance, how to survive. The contest between intelligence and courage, cruel mechanism, survival of the fittest)