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... l, carried a half-empty bottle of wine with "Beicang" faintly visible through his hand.
He supported himself on the stairs, slowly moving his body upward.
The corridor on the fifth floor was pitch-black, connected to several single rooms.
A cool night breeze blew in, swaying the clothes hanging on the line, creating a scene reminiscent of an old horror movie.
Old Liang pulled out a flattened pack of Liming cigarettes, took out the last one, held it in his mouth, b ...
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