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The sun went down.
Poor people are on the move.
The so-called escape is to collect all the soft things that can be collected for future use in case of emergency on the way to escape.
-of course, it also includes parents' relics.
"So, dad, I didn't mean to desecrate your family. It is really ... this fatal moment ... ah! "
I pried open the most precious box before my father died.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to look for possible softness.
The old small box is full of notebooks and waste paper heads, which are full of inexplicable symbols similar to passwords.
Generally speaking, Jiang Xiaoxiao is a curious person, but at the critical moment of life here and now, she is not allowed to have leisure to decipher the gobbledygook.
Waste paper! Put the gun down. Throw it all away.
Can't find it! I can't find anything that can be converted into money, such as gold, silver, jewelry, passbook and securities-except a thin yellow paper.
The word "owing evidence" ... She likes it! "We owe Jiang Peng100000 in cash, with a monthly interest rate of 5%, which will be paid off within one year. This is evidence. According to eyewitnesses, it was ... windy ... 1970 ... "
One million? ! Jiang Xiaoxiao's first reaction was to shine at the moment, and his second thought was that the name Xu Shifeng seemed familiar.
I want to know. ...