Debussy's "Clair de Lune" repeatedly played on the gramophone, echoing inside the European-style villa.
A man wearing deep red goggles, with a mouth full of metal teeth, was wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting on the sofa, holding a television remote control in his hand.
Kneeling in front of him was a maid with a perfectly shaped back, but the maid's neck was peculiar, as through the delicate skin, metal cables could be seen lined inside.
Above the neck, there was no head, but a twenty-inch old television set.
The screen on the television corresponded to the subway tunnel, playing the footage of Luo Di and others slaying the Living Corpses.
The man adjusted the remote control, paused the image, and zoomed in, focusing on Luo Di's left arm... that black metal arm completely unaffected by Infection, capable of easily suppressing the Living Corpses' heads.
As if stirred by something,
the man immediately made a gesturing salute,
