Next to the studio where silicone dolls were made, there was another room.
At this moment, Sun Zhidong no longer dared to look inside and was squatting by the door, vomiting.
The breakfast he had in the morning was completely emptied, and a foul smell filled the air.
Li Xiang waved his hand, dispersing the strange smell at the tip of his nose, and walked into the room past Sun Zhidong, only to be shocked by the scene inside.
Directly in front was an operating table, and next to it was a clothes rack, on which half of a processed human skin was hanging.
Black dried blood stains were everywhere in the room, and various slaughter tools were neatly hung on the wall.
If it weren't for that half piece of human skin, Li Xiang would have thought he had come to a slaughterhouse.
"Homicide, major case."
Li Xiang's mind went blank. With so many dolls outside, if they were all real human skin, how many people had to die?
