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In autumn, the wind is cold and the nights are as dark as ink. In the small garden dimly illuminated by sparse stars, the lights in the east ear room were still on, reflecting a motionless figure on the window paper. Outside the window, a person was pacing back and forth: "Do we really want to act as planned?" "Until it is verified, there is no other choice." The figure on the window paper moved and sighed. The person outside the window suddenly stopped and gritted his teeth: "Okay! If you don't do something small, your big plan will be ruined. You have to make a decisive decision." "This is a disaster... I just want to wrong you!" The person in the room sighed. "My lifelong philosophy lies in this. As long as this can be achieved, everything else is just a side detail. As long as you remember our agreement, I will die without regrets, otherwise life would be worse than death!" Said the person outside the window.