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At 11:45 midnight, drizzle was falling over the city. Chen Mo was sitting in front of the mixer in the live broadcast room of the radio station, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing an old scar on the back of his neck. This was left from a car accident three years ago, and it always hurts when it rains. The broadcast room outside the glass window was empty, with only the surveillance camera flashing a faint red light. \