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The so-called good fortune of having one's misfortune washed away after traveling through time ultimately did not befall Wen Luan. What skill does driving a bus count as? The White Whale Galaxy has no cars, only flying saucers. Forget about operating systems, even the current writing system is incomprehensible to Wen Luan. The red-haired beauty from the Household Registration Office sadly informed him that the kingdom had no need for the "lost technology" Wen Luan was skilled in, nor were there any…-
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New Customer Nan Shi slumped in his chair, pondering from all angles. In the end, he decided to open up a game session for some respite. As for tonight's affairs—by five o'clock this afternoon, he would close shop and head home! He had no intention whatsoever of doing business with ghosts! Avoidance might be shameful, but it was effective! As the sun gradually ascended to its zenith, the pedestrian street also slowly became bustling with activity. There were always customers who had finished…-
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No need. "I'm back." Nan Shi imperceptibly rubbed his arms. To be honest, although he had been living here for two months already, he was still incredibly anxious—after all, which normal person could feel utterly at ease and comfortable living in the ghost… ahem, ancient residence that every city must have? Standing by the second gate was this young man clad in an indigo jacket, his spine slightly bent forward, presenting an appearance of great reverence. "Young Master has returned? The mountain…
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Prosperity, Democracy, Harmony, and Friendship "Still not closed yet? Xiaonan?" Aunt Liu, who sold silk next door, peered into Nan Shi's store while carrying her newly purchased Yiwu small silk bag. Seeing him still seated at the counter with an absorbed expression as he stared at his phone, she called out, "It's already past nine o'clock; it's unsafe to return home so late!" Hearing this, Nan Shi lifted his gaze. The dim yellow light inside the shop cast upon him, softening his features. He was…
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Shen Lian recalled his previous suicide attempts. They were all very artsy. He looked at the saw in his hand. Very violent. Slowly, he brought it up to his neck. Something from the neighboring morgue knocked on the door. "Wow." My life isn't meant to end yet, he thought, removing the saw. Alright, he feared this thing in his hand. Too violent, too direct. Just like jumping off a building or lying down on railway tracks—blood-soaked methods. Depression was when one's soul…-
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The lights in the main hall were on, their glow stark white, perfectly matching the atmosphere of a hospital horror film. Shen Lian stopped crying and carefully examined the people in the main hall. Including himself, there were twelve individuals in total. The burly man holding a fire axe appeared extremely menacing; no one dared to approach him. A woman dressed in professional attire sat in a chair. Shen Lian noticed she was barefoot—she must have removed her high-heeled shoes. Nearby,…
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Shen Lian could not control his hand holding the knife. He filled the bathtub with hot water and lay down inside. Locating the position of the artery, he cut vertically downward; this would enlarge the wound, increasing the difficulty for rescue efforts accordingly. The hot water would prevent blood from clotting. In truth, most people had been deceived by movies and dramas. The success rate of suicide by cutting one's wrists was far lower than jumping from a building or lying on railway…
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Wen Luan felt like he was soaking in hot springs, with a soothing comfort permeating through every pore. This made him unable to resist pulling up the quilt, covering his head to block out the light, and continuing to sleep lazily. In the blur, the sounds of conversation continually reached him from all around. "Quick look, it's just this kind of bed… Without sturdy materials, it creaks when you lie on it. I've only seen replicas before in museums. Ah, the daily necessities of life back then were…
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"I want to curse that bastard who stole my money!" Wen Luan angrily slammed his hand on the steering wheel. The few coins in his pocket had disappeared; during lunchtime, lacking these cents, the strict highway service area hamburger shop refused to provide him with a bacon sandwich. "The suspicious fellows I encountered today… it seems there were only those three travelers from the morning," Wen Luan thought, turning his neck uncertainly. But those three hadn't even approached him. Could…
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On the narrow road, a black Jeep was parked. A man wearing a leather jacket leaned against the car door, holding up a telescope in his hand, staring at the distant valley. Morning fog filled the air. Three meters away from the car stood a crooked road sign. Faded paint letters formed the blurry name "Meteorite Town". The low broad-leaved forest by the roadside stood still without any signs of life, with thick layers of dust accumulated on its leaves. The road surface was covered everywhere with…
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