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... smell of black smoke that slowly rose from the underground sewer, countless black-haired rats scrambled out, emitting raspy and mournful shrieks.
Soon, their plump bodies were penetrated by bullets, struggling and twisting as they gradually became ice-cold and rigid.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—! We confess! We confess!"
Ito Hidemi tossed aside the charcoal in his hand, turned around, and walked out of the boiler room, leaving those cultivated Black-Haired Rat Demons ...
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