Chapter 87 I Can't Live in Your Eyes

Han Fei tried to communicate with the other party, but there was no response. He opened the Attribute Panel, staring at the exit button while he started to search the bedroom for useful clues.

Closet, bed, pillows—when Han Fei wanted to open the bedside table, he suddenly felt a series of stinging pains in his back.

Slowly turning his head, Han Fei found that, without knowing when, all the dolls and rag dolls in the entire bedroom were looking at him.

The poses of those dolls were all different; some slumped on the ground, some faced up, some stood against the wall, but their heads were now all turned towards Han Fei.

Those eyes made from buttons, plastic, and metal seemed to contain some kind of emotion, exuding malice and pain.

Trapped in the room and watched by a bunch of eerie rag dolls, even Han Fei, who was seasoned by many trials, was a bit flustered.