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About meeting, Han Xiao once imagined thousands of possibilities. The only thing I didn't expect was that he was blocked at the corner and she happened to pass by.
She was wearing a blue cloth overalls and holding an old flashlight-the oldest flashlight with an aluminum shell, which was thrown away by her roommate when she moved, and it would crash in an instant. But the prince in her dream was curled up in the corner of a stinking alley with blood all over his face.
There is passion fruit backstreet, a famous bar in T city, with no street lights and few pedestrians. Guo Rongrong, her best friend, told her that vicious incidents such as robbery and violence basically happened in these places. So she walks around every time. But today, due to a strange coincidence, I want to take a shortcut from here.
There was a noisy sound in the dark, banging, as if a group of people were fighting in a ball. Han Xiao peeped nervously against the wall. Those people are just hiding in the dark corner, and Han Xiao can't see anything clearly. However, the muffled sound of fist hitting on * * aroused her instinctive fear. Han Xiao doesn't even remember the word "call the police". When she turned to run, a repressed drink and scold floated into her ear: "Luo Qingfeng, you fucking understand." This thing ...
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