Holding the blood-soaked mask, Wu Zhengwu's face was exceptionally unsightly, What was even more chilling was that the other half of the corpse's face had also turned plastic, much like the mannequins they had seen previously, with a gray eyeball set in the shattered eye socket, filled with a sinister aura of death.
Looking at the strange mask in Wu Zhengwu's hand, everyone felt varying degrees of dizziness. The peculiar patterns on it seemed like a vortex, ready to suck in anyone who got close, when suddenly, a semi-transparent bag was placed over the mask, blocking everyone's line of sight.
"Don't look at it, this thing is strange."
The speaker was Wu Zhe, who deftly put on a pair of silver gloves and carefully took the mask from Wu Zhengwu's hands, placing it into the evidence bag he had produced.