Grant You Murder
by Lingge
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The yellow coriander market becomes bustling around four in the morning. Old and young, men and women, shoulders brushing against each other, toes tapping on heels, rushed into the wholesale market, which was full of salty smell and air leakage everywhere. The buyers were bargaining with the sellers at the top of their lungs, and the sellers were weighing the goods in their hands and shouting that they were fresh and pesticide-free. Huo Gang wore an old military coat and mingled among the vegetable vendors coming and going. He pressed the cotton hat on his head and further hid the headphones plugged into his ears. There was a faint rustling sound coming from inside, accompanied by a man's lazy voice.
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