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Good morning, January 23rd, world, you have become beautiful again today. Today I found that the old man wandering downstairs was no longer there. He might have gone to sleep somewhere. Yesterday I met a beautiful girl, but she wanted to catch me when she saw me. I didn't want to go to the human base, so I turned her into the same kind. My powers are still so useless, unable to protect the city. It seems that humans are determined to blow up this place tomorrow, and I will try my best. Muchen