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Eye of Deception
At one o'clock in the morning, the central air-conditioning system of the city museum always emits a low-frequency buzzing sound similar to the pulling of metal. Chen Ji pinched his eyebrows, trying to suppress the pain that felt like a steel needle stirring in his brain. This is his third month on the night shift and his sixth day off medication. The surrounding air floated with the smell of mothballs from old display cabinets, mixed with a faint musty smell. He lowered his head and glanced at
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If You Have a Lovely Wife at Home, Don't Come Near Her
It's two o'clock in the morning in the flower art studio, and the air is filled with the clear and slightly bitter smell of the rose juice after the branches and leaves have been cut. Lin Chuxia rubbed her sore eyes and carefully inserted the last "Corolla" into the flower mud. The cold touch of the flower mud spread along her fingertips, sobering up her chaotic brain. Very good, the urgent order for tomorrow's wedding has been completed. Once this bill is settled, next month's rent and studio w
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He Is the Envoy Who Specializes in Treating Yin and Yang Dissatisfaction.
At four o'clock in the morning in Jiangnan Ancient Town, the mist is thicker than ghosts. In the backyard of Wangchuan Funeral Shop, there was only a dim, moisture-proof lamp, which cast a thin circle of light on the wet bluestone. Lin Jiuzhang was wearing a plain indigo cloth coat, standing in front of the black and white photo of his adoptive father and old shopkeeper. The smoke from three sticks of freshly lit incense was rising straight upward, like a slender rope leading to another world. T
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King of the Wasteland: Covering the Sky with One Hand
Just half a day after the radiation dust storm, the sky was still turbid and leaden. Ling Ye dragged the heavy iron coffin, leaving a long drag mark on the cracked wasteland. The edges of the iron coffin were grinding against the shoulder blades, and the bones seemed to be crushed with every step. His lungs were burning, and every breath of air he breathed in smelled of rust and dust. He hasn't eaten anything seriously in two days. The water in the kettle sloshed, making only a small muffled sou
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My Contract Taoist Companion Is a Stunning Agent
At three o'clock in the morning, the air was as thick as solidified asphalt. Su Wan opened his eyes at the moment when the strange sound came. His retinas had not yet adapted to the darkness, and his body had already completed a tactical roll before his consciousness - from the mattress to the blind spot in the corner of the wall. At two point seven seconds, his breathing pressure reached the lowest level. His right hand touched under the pillow, and the cold metal touch came, and the grip patte
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