This is purely a dream I had at seven this morning. It was so vivid. -_-^ By the time I finished writing, I could no longer tell which parts I had made up and which parts had really been in the dream.
Right now, the blank expressions of the people at the market in my dream still seem to flicker before my eyes. -_-^
As for why it’s called “Cases,” that’s because this little story has several cases: a case that was reported, a case involving a hidden ring, a case of child abuse, and… hehehe, see for yourself.
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I laughed three times: Hahaha. The 'Queen' upstairs fell into the buried pen I dug. She didn't see how weird this X area was!
No way, a 5-year-old boy, does he have this ability? (Suspect...)
Bingo~~The 'Ghost Master' downstairs got the answer right\^o^/ Thanks to my 'friendly reminder', it's so obvious. Today I am planning to add a few more sentences at the end of the article to make this case more obvious^-^
Nei~~Did a little boy do it?!
There is a way to dispose of a body. Just throw away the small parts as garbage. Eat big parts Sweat! Well. . . . . .
Your writing is getting weirder and weirder... I'm afraid