Fake.
The few people in the office collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Wenqian's legs went soft, and he collapsed onto the sofa, his eyes still a bit dazed: "Which damned bastard is playing such a prank, scared me to death."
"It might not be a prank." Xi Xi leaned closer to He Ma, bent down to sniff the severed fake finger, "The finger is fake, but the blood is real."
Shen Wenqian's heart, which had just settled down, instantly jumped again.
"Real blood? Human blood?!"
Xi Xi didn't answer.
He sniffed the severed fake finger again. The blood on the finger did indeed have a bloody smell, but he wasn't sure if it was human blood.
Seeing Xi Xi couldn't determine, Ruan Qi stepped out from behind Mo Lan.
"Uncle Hema, let me sniff the finger."
He Ma held the severed fake finger under Ruan Qi's nose.
Ruan Qi's little nose twitched, she sniffed carefully, and her face slightly changed.
"It's human blood."
