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Mortuary No. 99
Late at night. Municipal Bureau of Forensic Medicine Center, B-4 Autopsy Room. There was a coldness floating in the air that even the disinfectant could not suppress. The old forensic doctors on duty hid in the lounge on the pretext of soaking in wolfberry berries, and no one wanted to get even half a step closer. The metal toolbox was gently placed on the ground with a muffled sound. Shen Ruyan did not touch the switch on the wall. She struck a match, and the faint firelight illuminated her ove
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The Medical Concubine Is so Cruel That She Will Not Pay for Her Life
Severe pain. It was like countless red-hot iron needles exploded from the depths of his head, piercing through his limbs and bones. Shen Qingluan's consciousness was abruptly pulled out of chaos by the severe pain. The cold rainwater, mixed with mud, poured in through her tattered clothes and stuck to every inch of her skin. The nostrils were filled with the stench of rotting corpses and wet earth. Disgustingly rich. Not far away, two men could be heard talking in a hushed tone, accompanied by t
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I'm a Little Ambitious to Marry the Princess
The red wedding sedan suddenly sank, followed by the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The sedan shook violently, causing Xipo outside the sedan to let out a short scream. Jiang Suisui sat motionless. She had just finished sorting out the memory fragments in her mind that belonged to the original owner. The original owner was the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion. She was drugged by her cruel stepmother and forced to marry Xiao Hexing, the regent who was rumored to be violent an
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Transformed into a Withered Bone and Abandoned as a Concubine, I Rely on Autopsy to Favor the Sixth House
A biting chill ran along the skin of his neck and spread throughout his limbs and bones in an instant. It was not the coldness of the night in the mass graves, but the touch of death brought by a piece of sharp metal. Shen Ning's body froze. She had just struggled back from the brink of death, was she going to die again? The rich smell of blood mixed with a strange sweet fragrance penetrated into her nostrils. As a forensic examiner, she was all too familiar with this smell. It's blood, and it's
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Running Wild in Mr. Huo's Arms
The heavy rain hit the iron roof of the abandoned warehouse, playing a dense and dull drumbeat. Every sound made Shen Qingwu feel numb in his heart. The air was filled with the sweet smell of rust, dust and blood, and penetrated into her lungs along with her breathing. The cold and damp concrete floor was slowly draining the last remaining warmth from her back. She wanted to move, but any slight attempt would send a sharp pain from her legs that would make her almost faint. The dislocated feelin
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Double-Faced Daughter: Tearing Apart Wealthy Families
The bumpy old sedan left screeching skid marks on the asphalt. The front of the car hit the guardrail, and the huge impact caused Shen Chumo's forehead to hit the back of the seat in front of him. Severe pain hit him, and his vision went dark for a moment. Blood slid down her forehead, blurring her vision. Three years. She was imprisoned in that forgotten remote mental hospital for three full years. Today is her "discharge" day. The driver sent by the Shen family looked impatient and glanced at
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