The Somersault Cloud drifted up and down slowly, beneath the silver-white ceiling.
At that moment, Ji Minghuan and Sun Changkong sat motionlessly at the top of the cloud, shoulder to shoulder with Penguin Radio.
Looking down, they saw a boy in a hospital gown kneeling repeatedly toward them on the silver-white floor.
The boy's forehead was already red, tears continuously flowing from the corners of his eyes, yet he did not stop bowing. The constant "thud thud" sound kept Sun Changkong's heart pounding.
She widened her eyes, hugged Ji Minghuan's shoulders, and stammered, "Ji Minghuan, why does he look like one of those biochemical zombies! Even in the zombie movies we watched together last time, none had such a strange guy..."
"I don't know either." Ji Minghuan shook his head, "He's weird, I feel something is not right..."
He leaned out from the edge of the Somersault Cloud, raised his eyebrows, silently watching the boy kneeling on the ground.
