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Everyone is right, hunters exist specifically to capture hunters.

They hunt hunters, obtain hunter licenses, and use them themselves, or sell them to black market merchants, or take the hunter promotion exams. Anyway, hunting hunters is their job.

According to the novel, these people are completely negative characters.

The hunters generally graduated from hunting schools.

The Hunting School, the Hunter School, the New Oriental Cooking School, and the Lanxiang ...

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1. There are a lot of private settings, please be tolerant
2. The protagonist is Zhenzhenzhenjiu (the face of the irritable old man), the acting emperor (there is a process of improvement).
3. The full-text timeline is closed-loop, and all violations are foreshadowing. There are a lot of timeline issues involved in the plot, and the mode of internal shuttle in the same time and space is adopted. You can refer to the movie “Previous Destination”.
4. No cp is because stupid writers may not be very good at writing emotional lines, and family and friendship are favored by the group.
5. Mother must be HE
6. It is not recommended to skip chapters to read, because the author is an ambush pen madman, and most of the cases are related to each other.
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Text field content: Chapter 27 has MAFIA, Chapter 32 has a setting, that’s all. People with supernatural powers will not interfere with the main line.
Only Dazai, who has a good brain, haunts, and the villain Dazai warns.
There will be no strange assumptions such as Ke Xue characters being crushed by Wen Ye, and then evaluate the worldview after reading it.

Content tags: Comprehensive comics Juvenile comics Wen Ye Conan
Search keywords: Protagonist: Xin Haikong ┃ Supporting role: Death Detective, Winery, Yokohama Large Enterprise ┃ Others: Juvenile Comics; Suspense Reasoning; Basketball, Tennis, Volleyball

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