Lu Yizhou let out a breath he did not know he was holding. His stance relaxed albeit still fully alert in case anything cropped up.
It was not a human or corpse, but a mannequin that resembled one so much it was almost uncanny.
But there was no mistake about that, it was indeed a mannequin which was sitting demurely inside the bathtub. Looking to be in her thirties, she had her hair woven into a long braid, clad in an old-fashioned dress that would otherwise be stylish during a certain period. Both of her hands were clasped in front of her as if she was praying.
She had a faint, gentle smile on her delicate face and black beaded eyes as dark as onyx that were looking blankly to the opposite wall. Lu Yizhou quietly admired the skill of the artist who had created this mannequin, especially the effort that had been put into her expression. She might look smiling in one glance but the more Lu Yizhou looked, the sadder she was… it was almost as if her lips were slowly curling downward…
