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Police Academy Graduation, I Can Hear Corpses Talking
The June wind carries the scent of camphor trees and blows into the compound of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The smell of dust mixed with a touch of disinfectant floated in the air. Ling Yun stood in front of the office building. His brand-new police uniform was starched and straight, and the police badge on the shoulder straps reflected dazzling light in the sun. He held his portfolio tightly in his hands, and the edges of the paper were softene
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After Breaking Off the Relationship, My Wealthy Parents Begged Me to Come Home.
Humiliation at the birthday party In the lobby of the Ling family villa, the crystal chandelier reflected countless tiny spots of light, which fell on the well-tailored expensive dresses of each guest. The slightly intoxicating aroma of champagne bubbles floats in the air, mixed with the scent of high-end perfume and fresh flowers. This is an eighteenth birthday party for the adopted son of the Ling family, Ling Feng. A party so grand and extravagant that it would be featured in a local fashion
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Traveler Outside Time
Alert, highest priority command. " "Timeline coordinates: B-739, Northern Song Dynasty. " "Level 7 time cracks have been detected, and the stability index continues to fall at a rate of 0.8% Per second. " The mechanical synthesized sound has no fluctuations, but it conveys information that is enough to shock the entire Time Management Authority (TMA). Lu Li opened his eyes. Just now he was enjoying the Caribbean sunshine in the simulation program.
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After the Empress Read My Mind, Everything in the Court Was in Chaos.
The night soaked into the Forbidden City, dyeing the glazed tiles a bottomless ink color. In the imperial study room, the candlelight danced, stretching the shadow of Empress Wu Qingshuang into a long and thin shadow, casting it on the dragon-patterned screen behind her. The air was filled with the dull smell of old books and sandalwood, making people breathless. The cinnabar imperial pen in her hand was hanging in the air, and a drop of bright red ink condensed. Finally, it was overwhelmed and
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Start with a Book of Mountains and Seas, I Raise Ancient Mythical Beasts
Outside the window, the leaden gray clouds pressed very low, immersing the entire city in a sticky twilight. The raindrops weaved diagonally and knocked on the old glass windows of the dormitory, making a monotonous and continuous clicking sound. After Lin Ye finished typing in the references for the last course paper, he let out a long breath and leaned back, letting the creaky chair bear all his weight.
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Lord of the Yellow Turban: My Infrastructure Empire
The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the withered yellow land a layer of desperate red. The atmosphere in the meeting hall of the Yellow Turban stronghold was solidified. "Qu Shuai, it's not that we don't believe you." A veteran with a weathered face and a hoarse voice pointed at the haggard refugees outside the door. "They can't even stand, so you ask them to dig ditches? Isn't this going to cost them their lives?" "General Wang, let me say it again." Zhang Lie stood in the hall, his figure up
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The Real Daughter Is Back, My Fake Daughter Is Going Crazy
The crystal chandelier in the Su's banquet hall pours light into every inch of luxury. The slightly intoxicating smell of white gardenia mixed with champagne floats in the air. Su Wan was holding a glass of fruit wine, and her skirt was a carefully selected champagne color, perfectly fitting into the birthday party held for her adoptive mother Zhou Min. She was smiling as a director praised her latest gallery collaboration. "Wanwan is really getting better and better. The Su family is lucky to h
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Fantasy: I, a Piece of Grass, Evolve into a Slash at the Beginning
Endless darkness. There is no up or down, no left or right. Consciousness is like sinking and floating in lukewarm stagnant water, chaotic and sticky. Lin Ye tried to open his eyes, but couldn't find his eyelids. He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
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Daming: I, the Palace Cook, Offer Potatoes at the Beginning
A sharp stabbing pain came from the back of his head, pulling Li Mo's consciousness out of chaos. He struggled to open his eyes. There was an unfamiliar darkness in his sight. The low beams were blackened by years of oil smoke and hung sticky above their heads. There was a strong smell in the air, a mixture of grease, firewood, sweat, and the sour gas from fermented food, which hit the nose. "Dong, dong, dong..." There was a regular muffled sound coming from the side, which was the sound of a ki
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After Resigning, He Hid His Identity and Was Discovered by the State
Manager Wang's beer belly almost touched Lin Fan's monitor. His greasy fingertips poked at the dazzling red progress bar on the screen, and a few dots of saliva splashed on the edge of the screen.
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I Am the Son-In-Law of Cao Cao's Family
Waves of sharp stabbing pains came from deep inside his head, forcing Lin Fan to break free from the endless darkness. The sight before him made his breath hitch. The carved wooden beams hung overhead, covered with a fine layer of dust, and the air was filled with a musty smell of rotten wood and moisture. He was lying on a hard bed, covered with a coarse linen quilt. The fibers of the fabric rubbed against his skin, bringing a rough touch. This is not his room.
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Doomsday Farm Planting Mecha
The wind in July, with a hint of laziness, blew past the tomato plants with red fruits hanging in the corner of the courtyard. Water gushes out from the mouth of the plastic pipe, refracting fine iridescent light in the sunlight, and pours into the slightly warm soil, stirring up a burst of earthy fragrance. Fang Chen rolled up his sleeves and enjoyed the tranquility that could not be found in the city. This is the third month since he returned home.
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I Asked You to Evaluate Toys, but You Have Completely Defeated the Gods.
The rental house was filled with a strange smell of instant noodle soup mixed with plastic products. The dust floating in the air turned into a group of silently rotating stars under the illumination of the computer screen and fill light. Lin Xiaofan was sitting on the gaming chair. One of the wheels of the chair had long fallen off, leaving him in a subtle tilt.
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I Asked You to Go Undercover and You Became the Godfather of the Underworld.
Under the dome of the police academy auditorium, the hanging police badges shone brightly under the lights, reflecting the longing on every young face. The night before the graduation ceremony was supposed to be a celebration banquet filled with camphor and sweat. But there was a solemnity in the air that did not belong to the celebration. "After research and decision by the school committee, student Su Chen ignored discipline and violently enforced the law during the 'Blue Fox' actual combat ex
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Moss Inn
The light of the lecture hall is accurately projected on the center of the podium. Lin Qi stood there, as if there was an invisible barrier around him, isolating everything around him. "Dr. Lin, regarding the 'fungus host mutual selectivity' you mentioned, in folklore, certain mushrooms will only grow on specific 'dragon veins'. Can this be regarded as a... Simple observation from the pre-scientific era?" The questioner was a young man with an eager look on his face. A burst of suppressed laught
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National Destiny Is Bound to Individuals and Affects the National Economy
The smell of disinfectant filled the air, with a hint of sweetness from chemicals that penetrated Lin Fan's nose. He was lying on an overly soft hospital bed, with pure white sheets covering his chest. The room was so quiet that only the ticking sound of the equipment next to him could be heard. It was regular and steady, indicating that his vital signs were without any fluctuations.
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