Then Lin Baici is mine!
So happy!
"Are we really going to be taken for an autopsy?"
Elder Zhou was stunned. The thought of Big Sweet Sister's figure, that face, being dissected by a scalpel and placed in jars as specimens...
Hiss!
Elder Zhou shivered.
"Stop standing there blankly, think of something, find clues to get out of here!"
Batugel urged. Even with his burly frame, he was scared stiff by now.
But there was no choice,
No matter how much muscle, it doesn't make for courage!
The sales director wailed, "Help me, I'm begging you all!"
No one came to help.
"If you want to live, you'd better run back to the mortuary and find the cold storage cabinet with your name on it!"
Lin Baici instructed Wang Xiao, his eyes fixed on the burning trash pile, replaying the moments after the autopsy doctor appeared — what he said and did.
"You're up next?"
"A group should have two people!"
"Those sheets—are they some kind of list?"
