The faint light of the phone could not penetrate the darkness of the morgue.

The gentle and rigid voice of the police officer was mixed with intermittent sizzling current sounds due to poor signal:

"Hello, can you hear me?"

I shook my lips a few times, and my throat turned:

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The other end of the phone finally heard me clearly, and there was a slight displeasure in his voice:

Chapter 152 of "Paper Horse Incense Shop" The echoing insect is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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