The Shanghai High-Speed Railway Station was swallowed up by ball lightning, and when I opened my eyes again, it was Shanghai on November 21, 1937. The artillery shell shattered the newsboy, and Japanese soldiers were to land at Jinshanwei three days later. The phone has two cracks and no service, but the AI software is turned on - ask me for historical information and get it right. A man in a gray gown blocked the road at the entrance of the alley. He saw the old pocket watch that fell out of my pocket and read the code: Autumn wind blows, autumn crabs get fatter. I am Mr. Crow and he is the Bird's Nest. This connector is a bit harsh.
