As the sun sets, the white buildings are covered with a layer of warm gold.

The back on the roof is lonely and cold, and when the wind blows the corners of the clothes, there seems to be the sound of hunting.

It was a teenager, standing there alone, leaning forward slightly, as if looking at the scenery downstairs.

Someone shouted behind him, "Hey, you can't think of jumping off the building, right?" was a girl's voice, very crisp, but not squeamish.

The young man tilted his head slightly, but did not turn around: "What is it? What is it to you?"

The first person to speak stomped over and pressed his thin shoulder: "Then you go somewhere else to jump, don't get dirty here!"

"Happy Detective Agency" Chapter 77 Picking up garbage is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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