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In the lounge of Qingzhou Mental Hospital, Qi Hong was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. He was thin and slender. His face was very white. The whiteness did not seem to be a whitening effect, but more like the paleness of a dead person. Even his fingers were as white as specimens soaked in formalin. There was no blood at all. He had long shawl hair, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a ring of stubble at the corners of his mouth. He looked very decadent.
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