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... arded the train; the one-stop service came to an end. On the train, Qin Muye was holding two pieces of human skin, which did not match any stitch parts—it was the kind that just wouldn’t fit together.
“You’ve been looking at them for two hours now; did you figure anything out?” Sun Zhen asked.
“I did find out; these things are very tough,” Qin Muye said seriously.
What else could he find out? They were just scraps of skin, top to bottom, just human skin with no other impu ...
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