A faint black cloud rose in Xie Wei's room, enveloping him.
The black cloud simulated the previous scene, like a layer of optical camouflage, so that the four cameras in the cell, no matter which angle they observed from, could only see Xie Wei still in a coma in the ward due to severe mental trauma.
At this moment, Xie Wei opened his eyes, his gaze cold and mechanical. He began to retch violently, gagging four or five times, and spat out a small flesh ball from his throat.
The flesh ball fell to the ground and spread out into an irregular piece of skin, painted with vivid patterns, revealing it to be a corner of some artwork.
As soon as the patterned skin touched the ground, it seemed alive, moving on its own.
It absorbed ninety percent of the black cloud from Xie Wei's body, turning the entire piece of skin into black cloud. Then it slowly squirmed on the ground, slipping through the door crack of the cell and disappearing without a trace.
