Liu Miao walked over, picked up the damaged doll, and squeezed its outstretched hand. When its palm was pressed, a click sounded from inside.
It was probably one of those recording dolls that had been popular in the past. Squeeze the switch in its left hand to record, then squeeze the switch in its right hand to play back what had just been recorded.
Suddenly, a scream came from inside the apartment.
There was a flurry of footsteps, along with a woman's sobbing.
Then, with a bang, someone slammed into the door. The doorknob turned, but it took a while before a woman finally managed to open it in a panic.
"Miss Liang." Wu Ling's voice came from off camera.
The woman's face was streaked with tears. When Liu Miao reached out to steady her, she clutched Liu Miao's arm and wept uncontrollably.
Wu Ling walked over and guided the woman to one side.
Gu Mo's voice came from off camera, very close to the camera. He said quietly, "It's a horse."
Whinny—
As if in response to Gu Mo, a horse whinnied inside the apartment.
Liu Miao opened the door and entered the room. The camera followed.
It was a simple two-bedroom apartment with a living room. There was very little furniture, and it looked little different from an unfurnished shell.
A horse stood in the empty bedroom, its body straddling the single bed.
Its head drooped, as if someone had chopped it off, with only a little flesh still connecting it to the body.
Blood gushed from the wound, soaking the entire bed.
The horse continued to whinny.
Even more frightening, a human face had been grotesquely grafted onto its head. Its features were unmistakably foreign, and its stiff face looked as if it had been injected with