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... i’s Vegetable and Fruit Shop with the deceased, Gu Fangyou?”

“…June 13th? …I remember now, that day was a Saturday, just when we returned to the old city—every weekend, my father would take me back to visit my grandparents, and we bought some fruit on the way at the vegetable and fruit shop.”

“Do you remember what happened then?”

“Ah, I don’t quite remember…..what do you mean?”

“Do you remember ‘20170309 Xihe’?”

“…What is that?”

“According to the s ...

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