Green Clam as a Metaphor of Sin

Name: Green Clam as a Metaphor of Sin
Author: Nine Degrees Of Rain In March

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120Kwords38chapters

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Ch. 38 — Aftermath and Rebirth

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The rain started again. It's not the kind of pouring rain, it's the sticky, cold autumn rain that wraps around the neck. The halo of the street lamp melted on the wet asphalt road in circles, like the dilated pupils of a dying person. Chen Zui parked the car outside the cordoned off area and didn't get out immediately. He rolled down the window and let the air that was mixed with the smell of earth and some kind of rust-like smell flow in. He took a deep breath. It has been seven years and it still smells the same. He pushed open the car door, and the black umbrella opened with a bang, blocking out most of the pattering rain, but it could not block out the unique dead silence that was torn apart by countless lights and voices. When the young police officers saw him, they subconsciously moved out of the way, with awe in their eyes and perhaps a hint of imperceptible pity. He has long been used to it.