C183 Formalin flavor

The hands in the sack were the color of soy beef. There were no corpse spots, but there was no elasticity to the skin of a living person.

"They're smuggling bodies? Bandits? "

I stared at my open palm inside the gunny sack and thought back to what Zhang Jiaqi had said to me the first time we met. She had mistaken me for a thief who had stolen corpses back then