He is not Feng Mu, then who is he?
Rewind the time by five minutes to around when Feng Mu just made a call.
Another "Feng Mu" also stepped into the hospital elevator.
Standing in the elevator corner, he slightly tilted his head to glance at the surveillance camera.
The corners of his mouth slowly stretched into an arc, as if pulled by invisible strings, forming a stiff and eerie smile.
The soft needles under the mask restricted the natural movement of muscles, making this smile appear as if it was painted on his face.
"The disguise is still not lively enough; it's fine when static, but once expressions are made, it becomes uncoordinated..."
"Feng Mu" evaluated in his mind, silently noting down the defects that needed improvement,
"It's a pity I'm not working on a corpse; my needlework is more suited for beautifying the dead. Being alive ultimately limits my potential.
