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The Cleaning Lady Is the God of Time
"You see, I am truly God." The man with hair knotted into a bird's nest squatted in the corner of the hospital bed, stretched out two fingers, pinched the air in front of him, and then tugged. The air cracked. No, it's not an exaggeration. It really cracked. A dark crack appeared out of thin air at his fingertips, like a piece of transparent glass that had been broken into pieces, with gray-white mist still seeping out from the edge of the crack. He stuck his head into the crack, looked arou
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Sadness Is the Best Condiment
At 3:17 in the morning, the phone vibrated and my hands went numb. I opened my eyes, and on the screen was an order notification from the platform: 28th floor, room 1806, a seafood porridge and salmon sashimi. The remarks column reads: Knock three times and leave it at the door. You are not allowed to ring the doorbell. I cursed, put on my coat and ran outside. The electric car drove in the rain for six minutes and was soaked when it arrived at the gate of the community. Security guard Zhang
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