The prison is so big.
There are a certain number of guards and a certain number of prisoners.
People who have long since grown up are here, and different ideas collide with each other.
Sooner or later one day, everyone's water chestnuts are smoothed away, and only one remaining thought is left in each person.
If this result will come, then the thought will definitely not be your own.
Shen Kuo knows. But he didn't want to do that.
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