Golden Body
It had only a mouth sewn shut with a single coarse thread, but the Ragdoll was definitely "looking" this way.
Or, to be precise, something was observing us through it.
The bloodstained handicraft was still quite distinctive in appearance.
It was hard to imagine how it had gotten from that locked cabinet into Miranda's body.
That's right. The Ragdoll was identical to the "surveillance" device Tan Mingxue had once set on the table.
As it separated from the body, the blood on its surface rapidly seeped inward, making its delicate clothes, with their striking red-and-white contrast, stand out even more.
The defiance of the natural order really was risky. When the visiting party came back empty-handed and Miranda was forced to seek inspiration from the Night Watchers, she had already been infected without anyone noticing.
The change had been so subtle that neither she nor Sha Ming had noticed, even at close range.
That wasn't modesty. Just now, when Miranda had walked past me, I hadn't sensed anything unusual in her flesh and blood.
The only reason I'd managed to react in time and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat with the Thread of Concern was my professional instincts.
It was obvious to everyone that something was wrong with Miranda.
For instance, the Old Man Huang Leji, lying on the ground, who ultimately hadn't survived.
And Sha Ming went without saying. He was the one who'd selected her in the first place.
His powers of observation might even have been enhanced in this unusual domain.
Yet it was precisely this that had made him overconfident. Convinced he had the situation under control, he'd been caught up in the ambush just now.
If I hadn't stepped in out of sheer decency, his precious little thing would probably