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"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.,Hurriedly approaching the security door of the living room, Gao Ming peered through the cat's eye. The hallway was no longer pitch black, a dim yellow light flickering on and off, as if foreshadowing Gao Ming's departure from somewhere.。

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