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"It's true! I heard my dad yelling in the room two days ago, ‘Song Zhaolin, I'm going to kill you!’ I don't know if you noticed a broken window earlier. My dad did that the other day. He has a bad temper and argues all the time, but I have never seen him so angry."


To my surprise, what he said turned out to be true.


"What does this Song Zhaolin look like?" I continued.


He described a vigorous old man in his seventies or eighties, with silver hair, a goatee, ...

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