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"What's going on?"
Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
Why was there a dark shadow standing at the bathroom door?
Alcohol had numbed his brain.
Li Yang was slow to react, and his hand had already fully unzipped his zipper.
He was positioned with his back to the door, yet he could see the doorway perfectly through the mirror.
His thoughts stalled, and although his movements were a bit off, they were still fluid.
A strange scent began to pervade the air.
It was like the smell of charcoal burning, mixed with the odd aroma of burning protein.
Li Yang shook his head vigorously, looked down and closed his eyes, then looked up again.
His neck stiffened completely.
In the mirror.
Just a step behind him, in the light, a woman's half-burnt face with skin turned inside out and charred was reflected.
The unburnt half of her face wore a perfect forty-five-degree smile.
He slowly turned his head, hearing the creaking sounds of his own neck bones.
