On the last day of his business trip, Xiao Shi picked up a card.
Then he was put into a room without a door.
——
There were some strangers locked up with him.
Some people yelled, some cried, and some were as calm as a cold pool.
Like the man leaning against the wall.
He glanced at Xiao Shi. There was nothing in that glance.
Xiao Shi didn't know at the time how deep his fate was with this person.
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One, two, three.
There are more and more copies, and more and more people are being drawn in.
Someone died in the dungeon.
Someone changed in the copy.
Someone was in the copy and never left.
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Xiao Shi and that person went from strangers to familiarity, from being wary of each other to being able to hand over their backs.
They look for clues together and survive together.
But no one knows——
Where do these copies come from?
Why them?
What is hidden behind it?
——
Xiao Shi touched his pocket.
That card is still hot.
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#This is not get off work, this is work#
#TheBirth of a Copy Nail House#
Intention: growth