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Chapter 38: The Death of the Poet (3) Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng continued wandering aimlessly through the city, subsequently picking up several more side quests. For example, "Mr. Took's Little Toy," "Mary's Trouble," and so on. These small quests posed no difficulty, but like "Cecilia's Bakery," their contents were subtly interconnected, gradually painting a picture of daily life in the Kingdom Hidden in Moonlight for Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng. This was a place with neither flowers nor trees. A small…-
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Chapter 37: The Death of the Poet (2) As outsiders in an unfamiliar place, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng wandered around the city for a long time before finding the residence of their first customer, "Little Jack"—27 Shell Street. It was a very small house. A copper plate the size of a tofu block engraved with the house number hung by the door; if Tang Cuo hadn't been sharp-eyed, he might have missed it entirely. There was still no one inside the house. But the moment Tang Cuo stepped inside carrying…
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Chapter 36: The Death of the Poet (1) After the dust settled, Jin Cheng found Wen Xiaoming disguised as a mushroom in a corner outside East Cross Street. He asked Wen Xiaoming, "Why didn't you go in?" Wen Xiaoming pointed to the red numbers above his head. "Wouldn't going in mean going to prison? I'm still a Zone A player, Boss." Fifteen minutes ago, Wen Xiaoming had initiated an extreme pond-bombing operation, blowing up everything on the outskirts of East Cross Street right into the street…
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Plunging straight into the water from the deck, the immense force of the impact left Ji Xun disoriented, completely unaware of his surroundings. No vision, no hearing. His body fell helplessly into the depths, dragged down by the heavy iron chains and the engine block. Even his consciousness, which should have existed independently—elevated above the flesh—felt as though it were sucked into an oceanic whirlpool, reduced to a muddled blur. Yet amidst this haze, his perceptions grew…-
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The fingers brushing against Ji Xun’s cheek brought a sudden rush of warmth like an electric current. Yet that tranquil warmth lingered on Huo Ranyin’s fingertips for only a split second before Ji Xun was dragged out of the sea and hauled up onto the deck. Watching this scene unfold with his own eyes, the sheer frustration of missing his grasp nearly robbed Huo Ranyin of his remaining sanity. He almost surfaced to grab Ji Xun—or be captured right alongside him. But it was meaningless. It…
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Inside the cabin, all was deathly silent. Hanging just outside a square window was a broken, battered human form. His clothes were shredded, his entire body covered in wounds with raw, torn flesh. Rain mingled with fresh blood, trickling down his trembling frame in streamlets and threads. Had it not been for the subtle, strained twitch of his head, it would have looked like a framed painting of death. Yet it was precisely because he moved. Because he moved, the painting of death transformed into a…
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"Ha—" All the pain merged into half a muffled groan that was crushed and swallowed back down before it could even leave his throat. It was so faint that it was completely lost in the pitter-patter of the rain. Ji Xun's right arm had been shot and could not be raised; the moment his left arm moved, the weight-bearing bone at his collarbone throbbed as if it were being crushed inch by inch. Gritting his teeth, he forced his left hand upward, grabbing the chain attached to the hook, doing…
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Ji Xun’s heart sank. Mr. Liu had figured it out! Still attempting a final effort, he laughed and said, "Stop joking. I wouldn't save the women down below, so why would I save a criminal who murdered his own companion forty years ago? Kill him if you want. My life might not be worth much, but it feels a bit more valuable than his... Mr. Liu, I advise you to stop these meaningless, backwards antics. Why not use these final moments to think about what you'll do when the police arrive? Let me tell you…
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Mrs. Louisa Lampson had a son named Michael Lampson. Michael was thirteen years old this year. When he was ten, Mr. and Mrs. Lampson began discussing sending him to school, considering a middle school in the West District. At that time, it was merely under consideration, as they still needed to save up enough money to afford the tuition and meal fees. Three years ago, under the brilliant summer sunshine, the Lampson family had envisioned moving into a grand house in the East District one day.…-
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Siles stepped into 18 Hallsville Street at twelve o'clock sharp, and before long, Eric Collens made his appearance. Siles greeted him with a touch of surprise, as his friends typically arrived at Room 52 one after another around one o'clock. Siles usually arrived earlier because he was accustomed to having lunch on the third floor. "Good afternoon, Eric." "Good afternoon, Professor." Eric walked over to Siles's side and said, "I have a reason for coming so early today, though." He pulled an…
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