It was now 4:30 pm on June 22, 2008. Chi Mu, who was sitting on the sofa and reading a magazine comfortably, looked up at the wall clock on the wall on time. He smiled slightly, as if he had found some satisfactory answer from the wall clock. He put down the magazine in his hand, walked straight into the kitchen, tied an apron on himself skillfully, and started cooking. In another hour and 55 minutes, he will hear the rush of footsteps, and then the door to his house will be opened recklessly, and maybe he will slam into the shoe cabinet behind the door, leaving a small mark on the shoe cabinet - as expected, there is still something wrong with the design of the entrance. After the sound of "ping ping ping pong" ended, Chi Mu could hear the fiery voice shouting "Honey~ I'm back."
However, why does the clock on the wall always stop before 6:00? Why is it so dark outside? Chi Mu felt the crisis approaching
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