"Ah…" A dry groan came from behind the door, it probably came from the owner of the hand. Normally, when the main character of a horror movie ran into this kind of situation, they might scream from fear or they might collapse to the ground. But Feng Bujue was unusually calm and his analysis never stopped…
[This is a left hand, the wrinkles on the back of the arm is rather obvious. The fingernails are dry and thick, it looks like hand of an old man but the grip is surprisingly strong; the veins under the skin are popping and there are many puncture wounds around the intravenous vein, that points towards an often blood transfusion. The color of the skin is irregularly pale and it gives off a strong scent of Formalin; even through the curtain, he can find and grab at my wrist so accurately, the chance of this being a coincidence is very low…] Brother Jue's eyes turned around and his mind was working fast.
