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52 别 Other Bai Yueguang Went Abroad and I Went to the Countryside Pear Pear Wolf WolfRural Life224k WordsCompleted 1.4kReads8.7Score191Shelves

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Stand-in literature? What an irony. Since you choose to forget, then I will disappear completely. The tranquility of the countryside may be my destination.

66 十 The End of Ten Days Pest Control Team MemberMystery3.2M WordsCompleted 1.8MReads9.9Score209.4kShelves

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Twelve o'clock at midnight. The carved brass clock on the table seemed to wake up from its sleeping ancient throat and struck twelve times on time. Every sound was crisp and cold, like ice edges falling on the silent stone floor, stirring up clear echoes in every corner of the empty room. The minute hand and the hour hand seem to be attracted by invisible magnets at this moment, overlapping tightly and piercing straight towards the "twelve" scale, like a cold full stop and a silent declaration. Almost at the same moment, another sound penetrated the thick wall, seeping faintly from the unimaginable, extremely distant and deep darkness outside the room. It was a low, long bell that seemed to come from the depths of the earth or an ancient tomb. It is not clear, but more like a continuous hum with the texture of metal friction, wrapped in the dust of time and space, wandering back quietly, interweaving and colliding with the clear sound of the nearby clock, and finally forming a heart-stopping and disharmonious resonance in this closed space. The ten figures sitting around the huge round oak table seemed to be injected with a weak electric current by the interlaced bells at the same time, and their bodies trembled slightly in unison. Then, as if a puppet's strings were suddenly cut off, or as if a fossil that had been sleeping for thousands of years was forcibly awakened, they opened their eyes extremely slowly, with a sense of jerky heaviness. At first, their vision was of a pure, foggy wasteland. There is no focus, no cognition, just a blank blank, like a flock of birds lost in the boundless storm, flapping in vain against the invisible barrier. His head turned mechanically, frame by frame, looking at this unfamiliar environment that was barely illuminated by the dim wall lamp - the towering ceiling carved with strange patterns, the dark and thick velvet curtains hanging tightly, and the air was filled with old books, dust and an indescribable, cold metallic smell. When their eyes inevitably met each other, no familiar signals rose in the thick fog, only deeper doubts and fears. Who are you? Who am I? Why are you here? This thought flashed crazily in every pair of widened pupils silently, but no outlet could be found. They were like ten isolated islands, forcibly dragged into the same unknown sea, with bottomless strangeness and suspicion between them. These ten people, like dice randomly thrown by fate, have very different identities and personalities, but are bound to one place by invisible ropes at this moment: * **Business man in suit and tie (about 40 years old): ** He sits upright, his expensive dark blue suit is meticulous, but his tie is slightly loose. His brows were furrowed, forming a rigid "Chuan" character, and his knuckles subconsciously and forcefully pressed his temples, as if to dispel the stubborn fog in his mind. His eyes were sharp, and he quickly scanned the table and everyone. Underneath the anxiety of trying to control the situation, there was an unnoticeable panic. * **Fashionably dressed young girl (about 20 years old): ** Tight ripped jeans, sequined top, exquisite makeup but a bit smudged, eyeliner with a small black shadow at the end of the eye. She hugged herself tightly, her shoulders shaking slightly, like a frightened fawn. His eyes quickly dodge when they meet the eyes of others, fear almost overflowing, and his lower lip is bitten white by his teeth. * **Grey-haired old man (about 70 years old): ** Wearing a white washed khaki jacket, his face has ridges and grooves, but his eyes are unusually calm, like a rock that has weathered a storm. He placed his hands flat on the table, his knuckles thick and calloused. His vigilant gaze slowly swept across the entire scene without any unnecessary movements. His calmness was like a silent defense, but the slightly narrowed corners of his eyes betrayed his high alertness to everything around him. * **A lanky young man (about 25 years old) wearing a plaid shirt and thick glasses: ** He leaned forward slightly, his hands nervously twisting the corners of his clothes under the table. His eyes behind the lenses were wide open, full of curiosity about the unknown and a hint of morbid excitement. He kept twitching his nostrils, as if analyzing the composition of dust in the air. * **A tired-looking middle-aged woman (about 50 years old) wearing cheap nurse uniforms: ** She has deep bags under her eyes and rough hands. After a brief period of confusion, her eyes were quickly replaced by a professional, almost instinctive observation. Her eyes quickly scanned everyone's complexion and state, and her fingers unconsciously simulated pressing movements. * **A muscular man wearing a tight-fitting vest (about 35 years old): ** He has a burly physique and almost takes up the space of two ordinary people. After a brief moment of confusion, he immediately tensed up his body, like a beast aware of danger. His thick arms were folded across his chest, his eyes were scanning the others fiercely, as if looking for potential threats, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down nervously. * **A cool-tempered woman (about 40 years old) wearing an elegant velvet dress:** She sits elegantly, with her back straight, and her fingers painted with dark red nail polish resting lightly on the table. The initial confusion was quickly covered by a layer of cold alienation. His red lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he looked at this environment and this group of "companions" with a scrutinizing and repulsive arrogance. * **Teenager (about 16 years old) wearing a hoodie and huddled in a chair:** He buried his face deeply in the shadow of the hood, only revealing his tight, bloodless lips and thin chin. His body huddled into a ball, trying his best to reduce his sense of presence. The occasional quick glance from under the brim of his hat was full of panic and uneasiness like a small animal. * **Man (about 45 years old) wearing oil-stained overalls and messy hair:** His skin is dark and rough, and his hands are covered with calluses and scratches. He looked the most irritable. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of the chaos. He cursed something in a low voice, and his eyes anxiously wandered back and forth between the door, window and clock. * **A scholar-like man (about 55 years old) with a gentle face wearing gold-rimmed glasses: ** He was relatively calm. After the initial panic, he quickly pushed up his glasses, and his eyes fell on the clock on the table and the patterns on the wall, with a sense of concentrated research, as if he was deciphering a complex code. But his slightly trembling fingers revealed his inner unrest. They are like puzzle pieces scattered in the world, with no obvious connection between them - the rich and the workers, the young and the old, the scholars and the manual workers... The gaps in status, class, and age are clearly visible. However, what forced them to gather here was no accident. The distant and heavy chimes of the clock, the ruthlessly accurate time of the clock on the table, and this strange room with its doors and windows closed, isolating all external information, all silently announced that a huge, cold, and unknown force beyond comprehension was surrounding them. That power is like an invisible spider web, firmly adhering them to the round table of fate, waiting for the first ray of dawn, or... The arrival of deeper darkness. And waking up is just the prelude to this unknown game.

67 【 [E-Sports] Captain's Fox O Is a Heart-Stealing Assassin Pot Fish in Milk Soup572k WordsCompleted 5kReads9.5Score1kShelves

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Ahhhh, so sweet! Cunning and cute little fox, so fluffy, suck it up

69 欲 It's Hard to Stop Talking What About the McChicken363k WordsCompleted 88.2kReads9.7Score20.9kShelves

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This must not allow me to take two steps out of my hiding place [Learned][Learned][Learned][Learned][Learned]

77 炮 The Story of the Cannon Fodder Male Partner's Comeback Potatoes Are a Bit Cute158k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Let me push my own book, no one will see it anyway.

78 当 When Mental Illness Penetrates the Super Horror Copy Mo XiaoliModern Romance10k WordsCompleted 5Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Super super good looking highly recommended