The body gradually regained consciousness, and the chaotic mind began to become clear. Li Xunran vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he had just rescued a hostage in a case, and then the gangsters started shooting wildly, and then... He opened his eyes with some difficulty. The lighting in the room was slightly dim, and the chandelier on the ceiling was in a retro style. Li Xunran intuitively felt that this should not be a configuration that any hospital should have. He turned his head and saw a man standing by the window with his back facing him. Just this figure made Li Xunran feel inexplicably familiar. He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed violently. "Ahem, cough, cough..." "You're finally awake," the man turned around, his voice was as low as a piano, his eyebrows were picturesque, and there was a hint of cunning in the slightly raised corner of his mouth. Li Xunran looked at the face in disbelief and opened his eyes wide, "You..." "Hello," the man casually put his hands in his pockets, "I am Mingcheng." [What kind of story will happen when the hot-blooded detective Li Xunran travels to that war-torn era?
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