The Mystery of the Secret Kill Order
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Dusk. Rice store. The door panel has been installed. The image of the four-character horizontal plaque "Tangjia Rice Shop" had just been washed with blood, shining with a faint red light in the setting sun. A beggar in ragged clothes and with a face covered with dirt came to the door of the rice store and looked around. A stone street, two rows of thatched houses, and three fallen willows. There is not a single superfluous person. In the chaos of war, who wants to hang out on the streets? The beggar raised his face, looked at the horizontal plaque of the rice store, stretched out his dirty palm, and patted the door panel rhythmically: Bang! Bang bang! Bang! "Who?" The owner asked from inside the room. "Food" food.
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