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A ferocious smell of blood filled the air. Mu Zimeng touched his pocket, trying to take out something, but heard a rapid knock on the door. The whole room began to shake, and this time, even Hou Jiaming felt it. Severe pain burst out from the cracks deep in Mu Zimeng's body, and the noisy feeling in her heart rose together. Hou Jiaming came to his senses and jumped into the storage room of her house. The folding door of the storeroom was closed, but not securely. That door had been broken long before Zhou Wenwei was alive. Zhou Wenwei repaired it twice but failed to fix it. Mu Zimeng walked over and pulled the folding door hard. With a "click" sound, the door miraculously closed tightly. It turned out that I had only loosened a screw before, but it never clicked into the correct position when closing the door. Many things are very simple to say simple, and very complicated to say complex. Just like Li Houshen and Hou Jiaming, they are independent individuals and they are related, but there are so many stories between them!
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