When Shan Weizi arrived home, the skeleton was sitting on the balcony. The curtains were half-closed, and through the light outside the window, one could vaguely see a pile of white bones slumped on a wicker chair. Several bones whose scientific names she couldn't pronounce protruded from them and were put together. In the pile of bones, there was a cup of steaming, smoking light tea. There were a few boxes scattered on the table next to her, which she usually used to store tea. Shan Weizi stood in the entrance hall with her hands on her hips, counting the boxes and her teeth itched with anger. As she bent down to take out the baseball bat hidden in the shoe cabinet, she couldn't help but secretly rejoice that fortunately there were still a few boxes that had not been dug out. But before I could finish my breath, I saw several boxes left near the foot of the table, and tea leaves were scattered all the way from the kitchen to the balcony. The little tea leaves she had worked so hard to save were all dug out. Shan Weizi was immediately annoyed and furious. She didn't even look for the baseball bat anymore and just threw the key at the pile of bones. Unfortunately, her palms were sweaty just now. As soon as she took out the key, it deflected, hit the table sideways, bounced to the ground, and slid to the corner of the wall before stopping. Finally hearing the sound, the pile of white bones slowly looked up at her. It must have been too long, and it was difficult to lift the skull. By accident, the sternum collapsed, and the messy ribs on the chest also fell to the ground with a crackle.
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