The kite was about one and a half meters long and one meter wide with a pentagonal shape. The entire human leather had been stretched tightly over the bamboo framework, and a broken-off kite string was attached to it.

From the physical characteristics, it was obvious this was a woman's skin. All the hair on the body had been removed. The dead woman was split down the middle at the nose bridge, her face evenly divided into the left and right sides and her hands and feet spread on both sides. When looking directly at the kite, it was as if a strange, grotesque person was trying to give you a hug.

"Dude, that thing is terrifyingly disturbing," cried Dali as he trembled uncontrollably.

"She told you not to look, but you said you could handle it,” I chastised. “You didn’t wet yourself, did you?"

Dali quickly reached down and felt his pants. "I didn’t!"

"When the kite was delivered, many officers were...