Three hundred sixteen. Do not let yourself regret it.

"A human skin."

Lu Li crouched at the table, observing the pile of intact human skins beneath it closely.

The oil lamp he held in his hand cast a yellow light on the accumulation of skins, which seemed to come alive; yet, the empty eye sockets diminished the horror. The skins were clothed in loose garments, deep brown work pants, and a blue jacket, consistent with Jojo's description, but he was not Oliver.

"Did your servant do this?" Lu Li asked the Mother of the Marsh.

[Its servants...] A whisper audible only to Lu Li arose.

"Tell me about its abilities."

[Wearing the skin... impersonating people... approaching people...]

"What about the abilities of its other servants? Tell me all of them," Lu Li said, turning his head towards Jojo, who sat paralyzed at the doorway, "Oliver might have changed clothes, or might have been dead in Shadow Town already."

Lu Li, who knew nothing of tact, stated the facts bluntly.