[Wooden Puppet]

In the darkness, the Train continued forward smoothly.

Inside the carriage, Fufang lay on his side in the bunk, staring at the woman less than half a meter away from him. She was also lying on her side, facing him. He felt as though the blood throughout his body had frozen solid.

She was a very beautiful woman, at least judging by her features. Yet there was not the slightest trace of life on her face. She simply lay there on her side, her eyes fixed blankly on him like an exquisitely crafted wooden puppet.

It was like turning over in bed in the middle of the night when you were sleeping alone, only to discover that someone had somehow been lying behind you, staring blankly at you...

She probably hasn't noticed anything, right? The light here is so dim...

After taking a moment to steady himself, Fufang cautiously opened his eyes a crack.

She was still lying on her side, watching him. She had not even blinked once. She was simply staring.

After squinting at her for quite some time and confirming that she had not reacted at all, Fufang quietly breathed a slight sigh of relief and slowly lowered his gaze.

The sleeper berths on this kind of Train were arranged in three tiers: upper, middle, and lower. Although he had no idea what exactly was going on, gathering information about his surroundings was never a mistake.

If there was something in the upper bunk across from him that he could not even tell was human, then what might be lying in the middle bunk?

Though he had mentally prepared himself, when Fufang saw the scene over there, his heart still seemed to skip a beat.

—The middle bunk held that same woman as well.

However, unlike the