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The bloody invitation was a huge black rock that lay across my mind. It was filled with long and complicated characters. Those characters were as red as blood. They moved closer together and gradually became a person's face! The red face pierces the memory, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! "Ah, no!" A man with a beard on his face and a bloody suit shouted in his sleep and woke up. He opened his eyes and saw two unfamiliar faces in front of him. "Where is this? Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much!" The man in blood-clothed clothes said, covering his head. There was a wound about three inches downward on the left side of his forehead. There was a white gauze wrapped around the wound. The gauze had been dyed crimson, and the bleeding had stopped now.
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