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... the street was eerily quiet.
Conducting a population census at midnight.
Sounds like a joke to fool ghosts.
Panic wouldn't help; better check the situation first. Yang Qizhou took a deep breath, approached the door, and peered through the peephole.
What appeared before him was a man in a blue checkered outfit, a faint scar standing out sharply on his left cheek. He wore a white hat, carried a backpack, and held some documents in his hand. He really looked like a ...
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