Peeking
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The small white rat seemed to be quite familiar with the copper pipes. It shook its small butt as it scurried forward.
"Hey, where are you even going?" Han Sen asked while following the small white rat.
He was walking slowly. Now, the small white rat had made him smaller. His small and short legs could not run very fast. He could not catch up with the small white rat.
The small white rat could not speak, so it only ran forward and stopped a little. When Han Sen caught up, it kept on running.
It was unknown how long it had been running, and then the small white rat bent its waist and slid down a copper pillar.
Han Sen looked down. He noticed the copper pillar was empty. There was nothing there to grab hold of. Black and gray dust was layered across the wall. It was likely what the liquid from the dead body oil had become, except now it was gunky due to being dried up.