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The Final Response to Ling Xun
Xinxing City, Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment, underground forensic room. The familiar smell in the air is like a cocktail made of disinfectant and a hint of blood, always freezing to the bone. The central air conditioner hummed low, like a tireless mechanical beast, maintaining the entire space in an almost vacuum of silence. Ling Xun leaned lazily against the door frame, with his hands in the pockets of his wrinkled jacket, as if he was basking in the sun on his balcony, rather tha
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The Ceo's Wife Is Not Easy to Mess With. She Specializes in Treating All Kinds of Problems.
The cold air was like countless tiny needles, piercing every inch of Suli's skin. The top floor of Fu Group, the president's office. There is always a constant temperature here, twenty-four degrees. It is neither hot in summer nor cold in winter. It is as accurate as its owner Fu Siyan - a man who has no unnecessary emotions and always follows class B step by step. Su Li sat on the expensive Italian leather sofa, her back straight. In front of her was a spotless ebony coffee table. On the coffee
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Daohen City
Summer in Jiangcheng is as sticky as sugar that cannot be melted. The back alleys of the Antique Street are only smelly and cold. "Crack!" The dull sound of a fist entering flesh echoed in the narrow alley. Lu Chen's body arched suddenly, like a cooked shrimp. Spit mixed with blood sprayed out from the corner of his mouth, smashing open a small, wet flower on the moss-covered ground. Pain. The excruciating pain spread from the lower back to all the limbs. He could clearly feel whether one of his
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