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Something happened to Director Huang. As soon as I got to work in the morning, the Huahua Police Station was immediately bombed. "Everything was fine yesterday, so why did something happen overnight?" Ge Hong, an internal clerk, couldn't help but murmured with tears in her eyes. Sitting next to her, the deputy director in charge of handling the case, Zhu Shaobing, rubbed his red peach eyes and cursed: "Damn, I can't do this job!" His eyes were red and swollen, and it seemed that he had not slept all night again. Everyone was chattering like sparrows, turning the originally solemn morning roll call into a place for emotional catharsis. Some policemen cried and lay on the table, whining as if they were going crazy; some policemen simply dropped their teacups, making a loud noise on the ground.