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... the wind. Ji Kang put down his hand and the muzzle on his hand was still smoking. On the opposite side, Professor Hua looked round and leaned on the bed.
The pajama chest, the position of the heart, a round hole that was burnt deep, pierced the body and went deep into the wood of the bed.
The blood slowly leaked out and soaked the pajamas.
It’s crisp and neat, and it’s a shot.
"Professor Hua, it's a pity," he said. "I said now, you can't hear it."
There was a ...
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