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... e makeup artists placed the cosmetics in the boxes on the table and left. For a while, there was no one in the house.

“Eh? Could it be that the cosmetics were poisoned when they were brought here?” a student said.

’’It’s not me!” The makeup artist was so scared that her face turned pale. “I really didn’t do it!”

“Just because you say so? Who can testify for you? You were the only one who went into the dressing room. No one touched those cosmetics. How did you…” “Somebody’s t ...

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