Lying on the sofa was a wooden doll in the shape of a little girl.
The doll was close to half a meter tall, its whole body wooden, its surface painted a skin-tone color close to that of a human. In its left hand it held a box cutter, in its right a TV remote, and around its neck hung a string with a cross-shaped key.
The doll was wearing a red dress, with a brown wig on its head, two braids, blush on its cheeks, and a bright, lively smile.
Have to say, the doll's overall craftsmanship was quite exquisite.
Its eyeballs, ears, neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and even each individual finger could move independently,
more realistic than a Barbie doll,
yet lacking some of the "life" of a modern BJD (Ball-jointed Doll).
Under the gloomy glow cast by the TV screen, it looked ghostly and terrifying.
Clang—
Li Ang's chopping motion with the meat cleaver was blocked by the doll's right arm holding the remote.
