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... calmed down.”
When departmental phone calls ceased and the constant clamor of his subordinate editors finally quieted, Cao Dezhi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He thought for a moment, flipping through the pages of the “Poirot Case Collection” next to him and focused on the last paragraph.
[Hastings suddenly spotted a man.
The man must have been over one meter eighty, holding a bowler hat in his left hand and bowing to Poirot’s grave.
Hastings ha ...
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