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... is a very small and remote tailor shop.
Jiao Qingyuan stood at the door, frowning.
At his home in the community, he had paid respects to Dr. Jiu Mao and his family before throwing the gas nest stone into the cemetery, but he did not stay long.
He found a fake base station and sent a mass SMS.
After finishing these tasks, the gas nest stone would soon explode.
Jiao Qingyuan opened the clothing store; inside it was narrow and cramped, with a gaunt middle-ag ...
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