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The dim sunlight outside shone in from the skylight of the prison and shone on Sun San's dirty cheeks. Sun San rubbed his eyelids, spit out the two weeds in his mouth, and stretched for a long time. This was already the fourth or fifth day of his imprisonment in Silver Frost City. Sun San himself was a little confused. A dark cell would always make people forget many things. The unique silent and slow atmosphere of the prison suffocated Sun San. Next to him was an inmate in the same cell. Sun San remembered that his name was Dao Scar Huang. Scar Huang yawned continuously, and found Sun San looking at him. Scar Huang came closer and said, "This prison is almost boring. Sun San, tell me your ghost story again. To relieve the boredom." Sun San's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of panic: "I'll say it again, it's not a ghost story, it's a scene I have personally experienced... A terrifying scene that I will never forget in my life!"
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