I looked up at the sky, and there was not a single cloud except the scorching sun.

This vast desert seems to be so cruelly illuminated by the sun that there is nowhere to escape, and there is no trace of life.

Suddenly, a biting chill hit my heart, and I subconsciously shivered.

I looked around, but all I saw was desolation.

This strange feeling made me a little uneasy, as if an invisible gaze was watching me.

"Are you sure...... Is there no problem opening this box? ”

Pengamu asked in a slightly trembling voice.

I smiled slightly, stared into Pengamu's eyes, and replied in a deep voice, "Only when you see what is inside with your own eyes can you decide if there is a problem." Are you scared? ”

Pengamu bit his lip and shook his head reluctantly: "I...... I'm not afraid. ”

He reached out with a trembling hand and gently touched the surface of the black box.

At his touch, the box made a low click, as if to convey a kind of warning.

Pengamu's hand rested on the lid of the box, as if there was an invisible resistance that prevented him from continuing.

His eyes were hesitant, and there was a hint of longing in his confusion.

The moment the lid was opened, a strong smell of blood hit his face, and Pengamu almost couldn't help but vomit.

The sight inside the box nearly shattered, and he pointed inside with trembling fingers.

"Is this really the first time you've seen this severed hand?" I asked indifferently.

Pengamu suddenly covered his head, gasping for breath in pain, he shook his head desperately, his eyes were red, and he muttered, "How could this be?!" How could this be?! ”

My brow furrowed, and my heart was full of doubts.

Pengamu's reaction confused me, and the hand bones in his mouth seemed to cause him immense fear and pain.

His expression was almost broken with pain, as if he had seen something that terrified him deeply.

I quietly watched Pengamu, trying to make sense of his inner world.

His eyes were confused and painful, as if he was haunted by something terrible.

"Pengamu, why are you so scared? What kind of hand bone is this? Have you ever seen it? I couldn't help but ask.

Pengamu stopped what he was doing, and his trembling voice revealed a hint of uneasiness: "This...... It's a hand bone I've seen before, but it shouldn't be here. ”

I was even more confused by his answer, he made it clear that he had seen such a hand bone before, but he had no idea that it would appear here. Isn't that a contradiction?

I scanned the desert around me, and a strange feeling rose in my heart.

The weirdness and desolation of this place seems to be inextricably linked to this hand bone.

"Pengamu, can you tell me where you've ever seen a hand bone like this?" I pressed on.

I asked aloud, "Where else have you seen this severed hand?!!!! ”

Peng Jiamu covered his head in pain and muttered in his mouth: "Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen!" Daddy is wrong, Daddy should believe you! ”

From Pengamu's staccato words, I pieced together a complete story, the story of the hand bones.

The moment Pengamu entered the institute, he was full of confidence and ambition.

He spends his days in the laboratory, so passionate about scientific research that he almost ignores the time he spends with his daughter, Zhenzhen.

Zhenzhen's mother couldn't stand this loneliness and soon chose to leave.

So, Zhenzhen can only stay alone in the attic, lonely and chatting with a strange-looking doll.

Zhenzhen called the doll her best friend and listened to the doll tell her stories every night.

At first, Pengamu didn't pay much attention.

He thinks it's just a child's whims, with no deep meaning.

However, one day, Zhenzhen suddenly disappears.

Pengamu searched around in a panic, but no matter where he went, he couldn't find any trace of Zhenzhen.

To his added disturbance, he found the doll lying quietly on the bed, holding a curled hand in his hand.

Pengamu trembled and reached out and gently stroked the bone of his hand to his fingertips, the cold touch making his heart tremble. Terrifying thoughts crawl like a poisonous snake, and he begins to wonder if the doll has something to do with Zhenzhen's disappearance. The innocent eyes, the creepy aura, seemed to tell some kind of terrifying truth.

Pengamu sat on the edge of the bed, his hands trembling, his mind confused as he recalled the past.

He recalled the days and years he spent in the laboratory, those sleepless days and nights, pursuing the magnificence of science, but ignoring the warmth of family affection.

Remorse and pain creep through Pengamu's heart, and he imagines the scene where he should have accompanied Zhenzhen, but reality cruelly pushes him into endless darkness.

He realizes that he has lost Zhenzhen, his most precious thing.

Pengamu suddenly felt an inexplicable chill hit his heart, and his heart began to beat faster.

This skull made him feel strange and terrifying.

He tried to shake off this uneasiness, telling himself that it was just a coincidence.

However, deep inside him, an indescribable sense of foreboding spread.

Gradually, Pengamu began to become suspicious of the doll.

He had observed Zhenzhen's interaction with the doll, but never imagined that this inanimate doll would become so real.

He couldn't help but think of those legendary weird dolls, which sent chills down his spine.

He finally made up his mind and decided to study the doll. He began to look at it closely, trying to find out the secrets inside.

In the process of observation, he gradually discovered some anomalies.

The doll's eyes are sometimes clear, sometimes gloomy, as if they are hiding some kind of ulterior secret.

Pengamu's curiosity was piqued, and he decided to explore further.

As night fell, there was only a faint light in the laboratory. Pengamu sat there and laid the doll on the table.

He tries to talk to it, hoping to unravel the mystery.

His voice echoed through the empty laboratory, contrasting with the silence.

Suddenly, the doll moved. Pengamu's heart raced, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The doll's lips opened slightly, and a faint and strange voice sounded: "Pengamu, would you like to listen to a story?" ”

Pengamu was dumbfounded and unable to answer.

He could only watch as the doll's little mouth moved, telling a creepy story.

The story involves the disappearance of people and strange events that throw Pengamu's mind into confusion.

On that eerie night, Pengamu realizes that the doll is no ordinary doll.

It possesses extraordinary powers, and seems to be a vehicle for some kind of evil power.

Pengamu began to collect clues and track down everyone who had been in contact with Zhenzhen.