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... , Hongdeng Commercial District, in a secluded and secret basement.
The ceiling light bulbs cast a ghastly white light, enveloping the surgery table below. On the cabinet at the head of the bed, there were also some blood-stained dissection tools.
God knows what Fan Quan had done here.
At this moment, Ke Mingye was clenching a pitch-black spare phone in his hand, sitting hunched over on the bed. He took a deep breath, with cold sweat oozing from the palm of his hand.
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