"How did you get your hands on it?" Wu Shuang placed the two human skins together, astonished, and asked Xiao Lin.
"I exchanged them for my own dignity." Xiao Lin watched the forensic scientist conducting various comparative analyses under the microscope. It was close to nine o'clock at night, and he really couldn't understand why he had to stay here in the basement of the police station, a place that felt no different from the Underworld, cold and chilling.
"Forensic scientist, how much longer will it take?"
"You can choose to wait upstairs." The forensic scientist coolly threw down the suggestion and continued to bury himself in his work.
"That's not a bad idea." Indeed, they were of no use here. Xiao Lin, just about to leave, was pulled back by Wu Shuang.
"What are you doing?"
"You're not allowed to go anywhere; we're staying right here."
