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The moment he set up his broken mountain bike and walked up the steps of the mansion at the top of the low slope through the diffuse fog, he seemed to be gripped by some kind of premonition and froze in his movements of knocking on the door. However, the heavy door was not closed tightly, and a silk puppet's face suddenly popped out from the crack in the door. The skin was as pale as delicate and fragile cocoon paper. "Professor Gu, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I was worried that you would not be able to find this place when the fog started. By the way, I am Xu Yixuan who sent you the email!" When the "silk puppet" saw him, it made a cheerful teenage voice, hurriedly crossed the high threshold, and came up to shake hands. He retracted his hand to avoid the other party's enthusiasm, and the fingertips he touched were strangely cold. "You have the wrong person. Do you have a wrench?"
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