Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1042 Places in Oil Paintings

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"Is this inside an oil painting? It's incredible, it's like another world." Wang Yong looked around, feeling a little unbelievable.

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It was the first time he entered oil painting.

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"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to a ghost realm. An oil painting is just a carrier. It can be an oil painting, a photo, or anything else, so there's nothing to be surprised about." Yang Jian said.

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He has been exposed to many things like this, and he has long been accustomed to it.

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But for those who have just come into contact with it, it will naturally feel very incredible.

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"Do you want to chase?" Wang Yong asked.

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Yang Jian looked at the black door. This door was the only way out of the hut. The old man opened the door to escape before, but he didn't know what was behind the door, because this was the world of oil painting. , like the original ghost painting, strange and unknown.

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If you rush into it, you will most likely be trapped inside and unable to get out.

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But the clue of not chasing Sun Rui was broken again.

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But this time.

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Another person got into the oil painting and appeared in the hut.

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The person who came in was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm not very relieved. I came in to see the situation. How is the situation now? Has that thing been solved?"

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"Run away, leaving only one arm." Wang Yong shook his head and pointed to the black door.

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Zhou Ze saw the very unusual arm on the ground, and he was also a little surprised. He didn't seem to think that there could be people hidden in the oil painting.

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"Wang Yong, stay here, stay here, and Zhou Ze and I will go out to see." After thinking about it, Yang Jian made a decision. He wanted to leave a person to guarantee retreat, and then went to investigate the secret of the oil painting.

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There are so many oil paintings hanging on the fifth and first floors of the Ghost Post Office. If there is no secret, he will not believe it.

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After speaking, he immediately took action.

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Wang Yong didn't say anything but nodded, expressing his willingness to stay.

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Zhou Ze said: "Do you need to do some preparations?"

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"You don't need to prepare, just come back when you are in danger, just to investigate, not to work hard, why, you are very nervous?" Yang Jian said.

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"It's a little bit." Zhou Ze smiled awkwardly.

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Can you not be nervous? You must know that you have entered a painting now, and you may encounter danger at any time and be unable to get out.

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"It's in action."

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Without giving him more time to think, Yang Jian immediately walked to the black door and opened it.

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It was dark outside and there was no light, but the line of sight was normal, and I could see some things clearly, but it wasn't that clear.

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He saw a small road, winding and twisting, as if connecting somewhere, this road is very familiar, like the road to enter the ghost post office, the only difference is that this road is not all the way to the end, but a fork in the middle , it seems that you can reach another place along the fork.

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Yang Jian walked out. He looked back, but found that there was no small house behind him at all. There was only one wall and one door. It was like a cage at the end of this fork.

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"It's weird here." Zhou Ze's expression became serious. He couldn't understand this place a little bit, so he could only say something weird.

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Yang Jian was silent and walked along the path.

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Soon, a fork appeared in front of him, and the original path became two, one left and one right, but the front was dark, and there was nothing in the distance.

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But at this time, Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

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The ghost eyes can still be used here, and they are not completely closed as they were when they entered the ghost painting.

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Obviously.

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The suppression of the supernatural in this place is not so strong. Although the ghost paintings are from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many oil paintings like this. If any one of them has the level of ghost paintings, then the messengers of the post office will not live.

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After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's eyesight looked farther.

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He saw the end of a fork, there were several trees, and there seemed to be a strange figure standing in the middle of the tree, that figure was motionless in one direction.

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"Is it a scene presented by another oil painting?"

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Yang Jian thought to himself: "In this way, every fork in the road here may be connected to another oil painting. All oil paintings are essentially connected to the same spiritual space, and the oil painting itself only plays the role of opening a window.

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"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"

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He was skeptical.

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Because there are so many dangers here, if Sun Rui enters here, he will definitely find a way to get out of here.

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Do not.

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Not right.

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Yang Jian then frowned again.

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Why do you think that Sun Rui will leave here after entering here?

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Like himself, Sun Rui wanted to deal with the ghost post office and solve this ghost place. If he came here, he would definitely have only one idea, and that was to follow the fork in the oil painting to find the source and understand the truth.

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"So, I shouldn't be tempted by forks, but I should find a way to avoid all forks and find a real road. Only in this way can I meet Sun Rui on the road." After a short thought, Yang Jian felt something comprehend.

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"Which way should we go now? I just observed these two roads, no matter they are the same in appearance, size, or the surrounding environment, there is no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints on the road. clues like that." Zhou Ze said at this moment.

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After observing for a while, he came to a conclusion.

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And the result is very disappointing, because there is no difference between forks.

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"Just follow me."

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Yang Jian has ghost eyes and can see very far. He sees the end of the fork, so he can avoid making the wrong choice. This is a very big advantage.

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Immediately.

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He ignored the old forest leading to only a few trees and chose a main road.

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keep going.

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The fork appeared again. The end of the fork was also a strange place with a small area. There was also a figure standing there.

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Obviously, that is another oil painting.

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After Yang Jian avoided it, he continued along the main road.

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There are not a lot of forks on the road, and sometimes he even encountered three forks. If the average ghost rider would definitely choose the wrong one, but Ghost Eye can see the end of the fork in advance, so he avoids detours.

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Zhou Ze followed behind, and gradually became convinced that Yang Jian in front of him had the ability to distinguish the right path, otherwise it would be impossible to be so peaceful along the way.

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However, after walking for a long time, Yang Jian stopped again.

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Because this road has come to an end.

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Yang Jian's ghost eyes saw a hut at the end.

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The door of the hut was tightly closed, and it was impossible to see what was inside. It seemed that an invisible supernatural force was interfering.

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"Is this hut the end of the road? Or is this hut just the scene of one of the oil paintings?" Yang Jian hesitated at this moment.

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The answer in his mind was in favor of the latter.

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This main road is also a fork in a certain oil painting.

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So there is no main road.

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No matter which way you go, you will encounter something in your way.

"There is another possibility. The real road is hidden behind a certain painting. Through one of the paintings, you can find the correct path and find the source." With this idea, Yang Jian continued to move forward.

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Zhou Ze, who was beside him, couldn't see far, the darkness around him was severely damaged, but soon he also saw a hut in front of the road.

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"This is..." He looked at Yang Jian with a bit of hesitation.

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Yang Jian ignored it, just walked straight to the hut and opened the door.

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But strangely enough.

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The hut was a mess, but there was no such strange figure, which means that this oil painting was not a painting of a figure, but an oil painting of objects.

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"I remember this painting, I saw it on the fifth floor." Yang Jian suddenly moved his eyes and saw something in the cabin.

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It was an inconspicuous glass bottle in the corner, with a pale arm soaked in the glass bottle.

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"It's one of the corpse fragments that was soaked in a glass bottle, so this painting is the one I found on the fifth floor before." Yang Jian walked into the room, he didn't move anything, didn't take it, just Take the glass bottle away.

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After he got it, he already had three corpse fragments.

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There is another one in room 501.

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"Take it, don't lose it." Yang Jian handed the glass bottle to Zhou Ze.

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"Okay, okay."

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Zhou Ze nodded, and after looking at it, he felt a little infiltrating, but he still didn't dare to drop it, and just put it in the backpack behind him.

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Yang Jian looked around the room again, and quickly locked a door.

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This is not the door you just entered, but another door.

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After he pushed it open, a road appeared behind the door.

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The road twists and turns, and it seems to lead to an unknown place again.

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And the darkness has increased, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes can't see the end.

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"Go ahead." He pondered for a while, not wanting to look back, and continued to choose to go deeper.

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"We are too far from the previous exit, and we may not be able to go back." Zhou Ze expressed his concerns.

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Yang Jian said: "What can you do when you go back, do you want to send a letter? It's just a road to death, but the road here may be a way to survive. I've been thinking about why the post office keeps so many. Oil painting? Such an obvious clue, why are so many messengers not looking for it."

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"Dangerous, unknown, stopped the messenger, no one is investigating here, so no one knows what's behind the oil painting."

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"I think Sun Rui also entered here with a desperate idea, so there must be some secret here."

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After speaking, Yang Jian continued on his way.

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He was very decisive and quickened his pace, because there was no danger on the road, so he didn't need to waste time.

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Zhou Ze had no choice but to continue to follow behind. He was an errand anyway and had no choice.

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The two continued to walk along the path.

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The fork on the road has obviously become smaller. After walking for a while, Yang Jian can no longer see the fork, but a special main road.

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At least that's how Yang Jian felt.

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Continue to walk forward.

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Yang Jian's ghost eyes finally saw lights flickering in the distance, a building looming in the dim environment.

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keep getting closer.

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The light became more and more obvious, it was colorful neon lights.

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And the outline of the building gradually appeared. It was a tall building during the Republic of China.

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"This is... a ghost post office?" Yang Jian was startled at this moment. He found the source along the main road and it turned out to be a ghost post office.

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The ghost post office in the oil painting?

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Or.

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Is this the real ghost post office?

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Doubt, puzzlement, surprise.

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"Follow." Yang Jian ran, his speed was very fast, he went straight to the ghost post office at the end of the road.

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The closer you get, the clearer the ghost post office becomes.

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And under the eyes of the ghost, this ghost post office is exactly the same as the real ghost post office, without any difference.

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At this moment, he doubted whether he was in the real post office or the post office in the painting.

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That Sister Hong said that the Ghost Post Office is a bureau.

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People in the bureau can never solve the ghost post office.

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After Yang Jian ran for a while, he stood in front of the gate of the ghost post office.

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There were lights in the ghost post office, and the yellow light illuminated the lobby on the first floor, and there seemed to be people walking around.

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Vaguely, he seemed to see the old man with the axe wandering in the hall on the first floor.

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"No, there is actually a ghost post office here?" Zhou Ze was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

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Yang Jian's expression changed: "There's someone inside, I'm not sure it's a person, but that old thing with an axe is in the post office, you better be prepared, I want to go in and see."

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It would be impossible if you didn't take a look at this step.

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He felt that the secret in the post office was here, and if he entered the ghost post office in the oil painting, many things could be explained reasonably.

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"Don't worry, I'll admit it if I really die here." Zhou Ze took a deep breath and said.

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If he didn't come here today, he would never discover the secret.

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Immediately.

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Yang Jian opened the door of the ghost post office, but as soon as he opened the door, an axe slashed towards his forehead.

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"Again?"

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The next moment, his ghost figure and ghost hand grabbed the man's arm directly, blocking the axe.

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Sure enough.

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It was the old man who started ~www.readwn.com~ with a dark complexion and extremely ruthless face, but he only had one arm left, and the other arm was removed by Yang Jian before.

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"Go away." Yang Jian stretched out his legs and kicked the old thing out, and at the same time took away his axe.

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The old man who lost an arm seemed to have a great decrease in terror. He couldn't confront Yang Jian head-on, so he fell down and was kicked and flew into the distance.

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But this moment.

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There was a group of people in this weird post office lobby, turning their heads and staring at Yang Jian.

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Those eyes were as strange as a ghost, but they had some special emotions. There were warnings, threats, surprises, and numbness...

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Yang Jian glanced at those people.

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Familiar faces came to mind.

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These people are all portraits of the characters in the oil paintings... but some of them are very unfamiliar and have not been seen in the oil paintings on the fifth floor, but in terms of clothing, they are very old and seem to be forgotten. generally.

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It is completely unimaginable that there are still such a group of people in the post office here. All of these people are on the fifth floor to deliver letters and leave the post office, so they leave portraits and have the possibility of resurrection.

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Thinking about it carefully now, the hidden things here are not simple. The post office seems to be a huge trap.

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(End of this chapter)

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