C550 Lin Xiaosheng the Tramp

Even you, Qin Dongfang, are at a loss for what to do with this poison gas, and I don't know why.

"Qin, I feel like it's a poisonous animal. Those paper boxes are all squirming. If it's just poison, there wouldn't be such a commotion. Qin, could it be that the Dark Paradise Killer brought some kind of strange thing from outside?"

The more Chen Cong thought about it