"Black statue... I suddenly thought of something," Wang Xiyi said.
"What thing?" Yan Yu'an and Sun Hang asked simultaneously.
"A kind of plastic toy soldier, molded and only able to hold one pose, with a base connected to its feet. They're sold at the entrance of elementary schools in Tianfu City, fifty cents a bag. I've bought several bags when passing by there. Soldiers in various poses, some shooting and attacking, others lying on the ground struggling in pain… but that dying pose seems rare. After all, kids buying toys wouldn't want their plastic army filled with 'dying' soldiers," Wang Xiyi said.
"Now that you mention it... it really does seem similar," Yan Yu'an nodded slightly, clearly having played with or seen the toy soldiers Wang Xiyi described.
"I want to try," Sun Hang suddenly said.
"Try what?" Wang Xiyi asked.
"Try and see what it feels like to touch the black liquid."
