"Uh, uh, uh." The silhouette munched on something as it stood up and turned to look at them.
"You came too early, I'm not ready yet," Dubian Che complained.
His hair was still intact, yet the right side of his skull was missing,
his mouth smeared with blood, one eye bulging out immensely, devoid of eyelids.
Yet by his figure, and by his voice, it was unmistakably Dubian Che.
The girls relaxed and stepped forward.
"What, you're here early."
"Mr. Dubian, you really look the part; we'd definitely be in for a shock if we waited for you to get ready."
Their fear receded, and their courage grew.
"Mr. Dubian, what are you eating?" one girl asked.
"Oh, this," Dubian Che handed over a finger.
"It looks so real, it's still bleeding."
"Even the fingernails are delicately done."
"Does it taste good?"
Dubian Che said, "It's delicious, it's Meiji's."
"Ha ha ha, Jiutiao, you're too unfortunate, even sacrificing your fingers for the courage test."
