Miao Mu had just finished relieving himself. As he stepped out to wash his hands, he suddenly heard a sound coming from one of the stalls behind him.
That was normal, but... something was off about the sound. It was like someone was covering their mouth and snickering, and the voice was shrill and thin.
Miao Mu turned to look at the stall. It was the last one against the wall, with a repair sign hanging on the door.
But that repair sign was also what sent a chill down Miao Mu's spine and made his hair stand on end.
A playing card was stuck to it—a Joker card with a grotesque face.
Joker?
Miao Mu's head buzzed, his mind going blank.
That thing shouldn't have been here. But Miao Mu didn't entertain any wishful thinking, especially where Joker was concerned. He knew perfectly well that bastard would dare to do anything.
Miao Mu drew his gun, hesitated for a moment, then charged over. He did not even open the door, kicking it in with one savage blow.
The plywood stall door could not withstand Miao Mu's full-force kick. With a bang, it shattered into several pieces.
Miao Mu swept the gun in his hand across the stall, his finger tight on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. Inside, there was only a toilet and a Joker doll hanging above it.
It was incredibly lifelike: a purple suit, green hair, and exaggerated bright-red lips. The only thing he could be sure of was that it was a Joker made of cloth.
But... it was laughing, covering its mouth as it laughed.
The doll was made very humanlike. In another place, with a different design, Miao Mu might even have paid to buy one for fun.
But now, Miao