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... color in the white, and the skin under the feathers is a faint blood color. In addition, this strange bird has a special smell, a fishy smell.

   Live birds are temporarily imprisoned, and dead birds are used for dissection.

   "Its muscles are very strong, why is the blood such a color?"

   "Be careful, it may carry bacteria and viruses for healing, and its blood may be poisonous."

  After testing, they found a terrible germ on this strange bird, which has a strong a ...

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