The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand eight hundred and eighty-three [Don’t pick people from the organization]

Although he had guessed the general content of the email a long time ago, when he saw these lines of words appearing in front of his eyes, Vodka still had goosebumps all over his body silently, as if he was watching the scariest ghost movie.

Such an **** colleague can't bear it alone.

Thinking of this, Vodka turned to Gin decisively: "Brother, he sent that threatening photo again, and he still wants his little brother!"

Gin recalled the last time, Vodka messed up after receiving the mail

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