Separated by the wire mesh, the deep silence on one side contrasted starkly with the clamor and bustle on this side, dividing two different worlds.
Xu Xiangyang was startled, stumbling back two steps, and kicked over a paint can at his feet, which rolled around noisily on the ground.
But upon closer inspection, he realized that the face didn't move at all.
It turned out to be a mannequin, with half of its head missing, leaving only a battered plastic skull, its rough eyeballs staring straight at him. The only parts intact were its two arms, one pointing forward, and the other cradling its abdomen in a rather bizarre pose.
Before he had a chance to observe it closely, he just glanced at it when he heard a shout from behind.
"Are you okay?"
Lin Xingjie ran over from not far away, looking anxious, and grabbed Xu Xiangyang's shoulder.
"...Ah?" Xu Xiangyang came back to his senses and hurriedly responded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You looked so panicked, I thought something happened."
