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Anti-Special Assassination: Bone Flower Archives
By that little devil who cut the wall.
In front of Tongzhou Funeral Home, an ancient building with the characteristics of Jiangnan Water Town, the red light flashed, a luxurious Chevrolet Lexus suddenly stopped, and a young woman with fashionable clothes but elegant taste stepped down from the car. In the afterglow of the sunset, her red dress and the dark clouds on the west side of Menglong Mountain set each other off into a strange picture. At this time, I came to the funeral home, and it was a young woman, which made the old guard and artist Lao Feng on duty see things in a blur. Seeing the gentle and graceful lady coming leisurely, his lonely and vigilant eyes shone like flames. The beautician at the end of his life is pushing a car out of the antiseptic and plastic surgery workshop of the funeral home at the moment, opposite him is the parking lot.
Filled with the smell of formalin, the body of a girl was pushed out in an orderly way. Lao Feng is well dressed and has a serene face. Except that his fingers gently touched a piece of metal around his waist, showing a little nervousness, his full set of clothes and movements were standard funeral staff.
Lao Feng, who has been busy all day, is waiting for this moment. He approached the guard and saw the car and the woman who got off it. In those shrewd eyes that see through the dead man's bra, this disharmony is beating. ...
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