Heroic Landing

The first disturbance appeared on a street not far from Gresner Building.

Within the pitch-black curtain of rain, droplets splashed against swaying lampshades, illuminating an artfully atmospheric street. At a corner stood an inconspicuous Wax Museum, its doors tightly shut after nightfall—until they suddenly opened.

The creaking was drowned out by the patter of raindrops.

A hunched figure, moving slowly, emerged from the Wax Museum.

He paid no attention to the rain soaking him. As though overwhelmed with excitement, his body trembled as he made his way toward the street corner step by step.

Behind him, through the open doors of the Wax Museum, came a teeth-grating sound. One stiff, sluggish figure after another stepped out in the same rhythm, closely following the hunched figure ahead.

Under the dim yellow light, ghastly pale and bizarre faces emerged. There were more than a dozen figures in all, mostly men. Their clothing varied, but every outfit was exquisitely tailored, clearly revealing their identities in life.

At their torsos, limbs, and joints were the black cracks unique to puppets. Anyone who looked at them would immediately understand that regardless of what they had been in life, they were now... puppets.

And they were incredibly exquisite puppet dolls, nearly indistinguishable from real people beneath certain concealments.

They followed a middle-aged white man dressed in an exceptionally fine, custom-made suit. He held sharp tools such as scissors and chisels in his hands. His face was even paler than the puppets behind him, while his lips alone were scarlet as blood.

The dark circles beneath his eyes nearly spread to his cheeks. His eyes were murky and wicked, carrying a trace of sickening morbidity.

His hair had long since withered away, leaving only greasy strands plastered obediently against his scalp.

Tang Qi watched this obvious supernatural