Dusk is coming to an end, and the night is about to swallow up the sunset.

The sky was gray, and the clouds were gathering together, and the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if the sky was about to be pressed down.

On the outskirts of the county, the crowd of people gathered in the open wasteland looked like black and white pieces on a chessboard from a distance. In the end, the wasteland is not the same chessboard, there is no intersection of the nineteen vertical and horizontal roads, and people are not chess pieces in the hands of the opponent, and they can fall on the intended intersection in full accordance with the will of the chess player. The social nature of human beings prompts them to unconsciously or subconsciously choose to be distant or close to others according to blood kinship, which can be seen from the ordinary people who gather in piles......

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