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... n was obviously very clever, probably seeing something, his eyes were a bit deep, and it took a while to return to normal.

Subsequently, neither of them spoke. When the third person returned, he reported that nothing was found. The first person asked the two men to find some people to clean up the body.

After a while, the three left together.

Tang Miao was surprised and said: "He just moved the scene like this, don't you want to do a more detailed investigation?"

Tang ...

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