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Death Diary: in the Future I Write About How I Will Die
The moment the elevator door closed, I realized that my phone had been left on my desk. Damn it. I pressed the door open button, but there was no response. Press again, still no response. The lights overhead suddenly flashed twice, and the entire car sank suddenly. The feeling of weightlessness made my stomach churn. Then it stopped. I stared at the red "15" on the elevator panel - the fifteenth floor, I couldn't go up or down, I was stuck here. The air was so stuffy that the air conditioner sto
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Survival Game: Curse of Oblivion
I stared at the phone screen, my fingers feeling cold. There were 99+ chat records yesterday, but now there are only a bunch of soliloquies I sent out. The cursor flashed in the input box. I typed and deleted, deleted and typed, and finally only three words were sent: "Where are you?" When the message was sent out, the red exclamation mark in front of it made my eyes hurt. System prompt: The other party is not your friend, please send a friend to verify. I log out and open the address book. Ajie
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After Rebirth, I Refused to Marry a Powerful Official and Wrote a Letter of Divorce with My Own Hand
I opened my eyes suddenly, and what I saw was a blinding red. A red hijab, a red wedding dress, and a swaying sedan chair underneath. The gongs and drums were noisy, the sound of the suona penetrated my eardrums sharply, and the air was filled with the smoke of inferior firecrackers, which made my throat tighten. A slender hand stretched out and straightened the tassels on my hijab. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss, we're almost there. Please bear with me. This wedding dress is heavy. I can
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Registration Instructions for the Citywide Internet Cafe League
I stared at the chewing gum marks on the floor, and the mop in my hand could no longer produce water. At two o'clock in the morning, only a few machines were still on in Jiguang Internet Cafe. The light of the screen reflected on the faces of those who were dozing, and the sound of the keyboard was sparse, as if they were dying. I fetched a new bucket of water from the utility room and planned to drag the piece of chewing gum off the floor - I had been dragging it for three days and it just woul
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Citywide: Alert Issued
The bitter taste of coffee was still on the tip of my tongue, and I heard the supervisor say in my mind: "Hit him on the back of the head from behind and drag him to the computer room." The cup in my hand almost slipped. It's not "should" or "think", it's a complete, clear, and graphic plan - in his mind, he is rehearsing how to knock me out with the scrapped server box in the corner, and then drag me into the utility room at the end of the corridor that is always locked. The supervisor was stan
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