Witnessing a Murder
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The summer night in July was so stuffy that it was almost suffocating. Looking at the watch, it was already pointing to one o'clock in the night. Ziqing was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. It has been gloomy all day, and not a drop of rain has fallen yet. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the room, it is still stuffy and hot. She turned over again and faced the window. It was so dark that there was no starlight, and even the moon had hidden its face. Ziqing lives in an old community, but several high-rise apartments have recently been built in the building next to her house. Looking from the window of her house, they stand there in the quiet night, and the whole yard seems lifeless. Ziqing closed her eyes and convinced herself to settle down and fall asleep. The room was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat.
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