The zombie in the suit had a face full of rotting flesh, expressionless and blank, with only the eyes showing some liveliness.
When it walked, its limbs were stiff, but surprisingly, it didn't move awkwardly. Its two stiff arms swung casually as it walked.
Its hands were covered with disposable plastic gloves, the decayed flesh inside staining the gloves with black blood.
The black leather shoes were polished to a mirror shine. Upon close inspection, plastic was stuffed inside the shoes.
It wrapped its rotting feet in plastic to keep the clean leather shoes from getting dirty.
Its scalp had already rotted, yet some stubborn hairs still clung to it, combed to a sleek shine, each strand distinct.
After entering the front door, the zombie in the suit carefully inspected the doorknob. Only after confirming that there were no black bloodstains did it proceed toward the living room.
From a distance, Bai Yifan could see a human-like smile on its face.
