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Game of the Abyss: Planning from the Moment You Are Released from Prison
"Clang-" The heavy iron gate made a tooth-grinding sound as the rusty hinges protested. The fog at six o'clock in the morning had not dissipated yet, and it stuck to my face wetly, like a wet mask that couldn't be removed, with a musty smell. Lin Fan squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. The sky was gray, very much like his days in the past five years. The suit he was wearing was an Armani haute couture five years ago, but now? That's a rag. The cuffs were frayed, the collar was yellow, an
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The Crazy Dragon Descends the Mountain: Beginning as a Physical Education Teacher in No. 1 Middle School
Jianghai City in September is as hot as a big steamer. The asphalt road was oily from the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of restless dust. Lin Xiao stood at the gate of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, which was as grand as a palace, holding in his hand a plastic document bag bought for two yuan, which contained his long-expired job transfer certificate and a crumpled resume. He tugged on the camouflage T-shirt that was washed white and even a little off the collar. He raised his head a
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Apocalyptic Interstellar: I Have a Starry Sky to Take Refuge
"Warning! Warning! The main engine has lost power..." "The shield energy has dropped to 3%, and the ship's hull has been seriously damaged..." "——" The piercing electronic alarm sound mixed with the tooth-piercing sound of tearing metal echoed wildly in the narrow escape cabin. Gu Ci opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyeballs were covered with frightening red bloodshot eyes. The violent feeling of vomiting and the dizziness caused by weightlessness instantly overwhelmed him. He subconsciously wa
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Being Buried Late at Night: I Can Piece Together the Puzzle of the Deceased
The terrible weather in Jiangcheng is like a resentful woman who has experienced early menopause, changing her face at any time. It was still oppressively hot during the day, but in the second half of the night, dark clouds poured down like ink, followed by a violent wind and rain that shattered glass. The second basement floor of Jiangcheng Funeral Home is the morgue. There is no daylight here all year round, and the air is sticky with a smell of formalin, inferior incense and an inexplicable m
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