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[b][url=https://youtu.be/GsHoDndFkA0]Sasori and Co. Investigations[/url][/b]

"I can stop the iron wherever you want," was Sasori's contribution, but the gumshoe noticed Hitomi's state immediately. "The kid's right. I might be no doc, but you sure look like you're going to shoot your cookies. Wanna park the body for a bit?"

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[b]A few blocks away from the park?	                              						[s][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncEmAJYA13U]bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA[/url][/i][/s][/B]

It was humid.

Humid and stale, the vents long clogged by dust.

The carpet, old brown fluff, had begun to mold.

Springs could be visibly protruding from the battered mattress upon the bedframe.

The far window had shattered sometime ago, and the remains littered the top of the bed.

It was a room that nobody cared for anymore.

Yet that would not be what Ishido saw first.

That was an immobile, black object. Simply lying upon the carpet.

No, not an object.

It had collapsed face-down, and dried, flaked red surrounded a crushed and twisted extrusion from the central mass. The entire thing was the colour of the night, eerie and dusky and lacking in features, but the shape was one that was unmistakeable.

It looked human.