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... r small black backpack. The zipper was gently pulled open. Mu Rulan reached into the bag that had just taken out the lollipop, took out a pack of cotton swabs, and a bottle of formalin.
She slowly walked upstairs, humming the song in a good mood, the unknown tone, but it sounded good.
On the third floor, there was no sound, or I was finally tired.
Mu Rulan turned on the lights, and the large dark red wardrobe was brightly lit, with delicate lines on it, like things of the an ...
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