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The heavy rain made Meizhen in the mountains pitch black. The night was like a sponge, absorbing all the light and vitality of Meizhen. Occasionally there is lightning, and Meizhen in the rain is reflected like an illusory model. Suddenly there was a "crackling" of footsteps in the darkness, and a running black figure was exposed in the shining rain. He stumbled into the phone booth. After taking off the phone receiver, the metal phone button lit up with a faint green light, illuminating the black shadow's frightened face. He hurriedly took out a few coins from his coat pocket, shakily stuffed them into the coin slot of the phone, gasped and punched in a series of phone numbers, and looked back nervously behind him from time to time. The waiting bell of the phone only rang twice, and a man's voice rang on the other side of the phone.
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