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A young woman rushed to the L City Public Security Bureau. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder-length black hair, a round face like an apple, dots of freckles scattered irregularly on both sides of her slightly raised nose, and a pair of medium-sized almond eyes under crescent-like eyebrows. Bright yellow georgette skirt and high heels. "Stop!" The young man standing guard subconsciously patted the triangular leather holster on his waist, and said with a majestic and solemn face: "What are you doing? I'm asking you?" There was a cold light like a sharp sword in his eyes. The young woman had beads of sweat hanging on her forehead and was startled by the sudden shouting. She opened her mouth and shrugged her round shoulders. It looked like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out, and her face turned red from holding back.