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Female agent Zang Yang was lying flat on an interrogation table, holding half a piece of paper in her left hand and holding a gun in her right hand, with the muzzle pointing at her head. She raised her face, the surroundings were as silent as the empty universe, and she could clearly hear the beating drums in her temples. The gurgling flow of blood reminded her of the womb, a soft and safe place. At this time, she felt like she was lying in her mother's belly. Unfortunately, as the baby moves toward new life, she moves toward death. Just five seconds ago, when Zang Yang raised his gun, the noise outside the door quickly went through a process from loud to quiet. Cars roared past like beasts, and the whispers of colleagues fell like heavy rain... Five seconds later, when she was completely "immersed" in suicide, these sounds turned into the fading rock music played by the DJ, weakening little by little, until they disappeared into silence. Her left hand let go, and the paper flew down.
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