Wiping the sweat from my head, it took me a while to wake up, I looked up at the sky outside, and it was indeed going down, and the rain was dripping down, hitting the tiles with a crisp sound.

I frowned, I don't know why I had such a dream, my father could not have been in the mountains, hiding in a cave somewhere.

The thought flashed through my mind, and I had an idea in my heart.

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Chapter 163 of "Persona of Sewing Corpses" Picking up people is hitting with your hands, please wait a while,

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