More than thirty survivors stood stiffly and motionless.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the gap in the sandbag.
Next to the sandbag.
The corpse on the ground was wearing a dirty white shirt. The head was twisted behind its back and its eyes were frightened.
On the head, a crudely made and painted doll sits quietly on it.
His huge white eyes looked lifelessly at the frozen crowd.
"3."
The voice sounded.
No one dared to move.
After Lin An saw the doll clearly, his expression suddenly changed, and he felt chilled.
Danger level [meme-death doll]!
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Chapter completed!