Micro Terror: Pseudo Inspector

On the other side of the barbed wire wall, at the edge of the foggy forest, stood a dense crowd of "people". They didn't move, didn't make any sound, they just stood, facing the direction of the checkpoint, facing Lin Mo. Their number is impossible to estimate, because the fog obscures their distant outlines, but those nearby are clearly visible - men and women, old and young, wearing a variety of clothes, some of which look like styles from decades ago, and some of which look like they have just stepped out of the mall. Their faces were blurry in the darkness, but Lin Mo could feel that they were all looking at him. One of them raised his hand and waved. The action was exactly the same as Lin Mo's subconscious action at the moment - he was covering his forehead with his hand to block the rain. "New."