How should he describe that smile... It didn't feel like an expression a human being could make...
If Sun Hang had to describe it, it was probably like a heavily distorted digital photograph embedded into a human-skin mask. The key was that once he focused his attention on that distorted photograph, its contents would gradually seep into his consciousness... He could never clearly make out the face, but the shudder-inducing sensation it brought would be deeply etched into his mind.
Of course, other people might have found it chilling, but to Sun Hang, it was simply disgusting... Like a slug crawling into his nostril and continuously writhing around inside.
Sun Hang wanted to yank the slug out of his nose, but it burrowed deeper and deeper...
"Fuck!"
Sun Hang cursed and forcibly cut off the memory replay.
"What's wrong?" Song Yarong, who had been watching Sun Hang from the side, asked worriedly. "Your face... looks awful."
"If you found a slug in your food, your face wouldn't look any better." Sun Hang spoke casually. He took several deep breaths, doing his best to shove that nauseating feeling out of his mind before beginning the memory replay again.
There was definitely something wrong with that little girl, but there was no clue in the memory fragments as to how this engineer had been infected and turned into an infiltrator...
Could it be that he had become an "infiltrator" before this memory took place?
No, that wasn't right... Sun Hang's intuition told him that the problem lay in that night...
Sun Hang replayed the scenes of lighting and blowing out the candles more than a dozen times. What puzzled him was that although the little girl's smile was so eerie and horrifying, the engineer had sensed nothing amiss. He still looked at