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Lin Shaofan’s footsteps approached.

Yan Li cut off her thoughts. She looked around and her eyes fell on the old-fashioned distribution box next to the bulletin board.

She raised her hand, aimed at the distribution box, and fired a shot.

There was only a bang, followed by huge sparks from the distribution box, and the lights in the corridor kept flashing, like an evil spirit in a horror movie about to come.

The light flashed for a while and finally went out. It was dark all around and you couldn't see your fingers.

The eyes and figures on the wall and ceiling completely disappeared.

No. 218 Qingnian Road seems to have become the home where Yan Li once lived when she was young. A faint smell of chemicals can be smelled in the air.

That is the family building of my father Yan Huaishan’s research unit. Grandpa Xie who lives on the first floor is a strange old man.

There will be a small fire in his house every three days and a small explosion on the fifth day.

Grandma Xie is a firefighter and is very strong. After the fire and explosion, the whole building was filled with the sound of old man Xie crying for his father and mother after being beaten.

At that time, she was standing where the little girl was skipping, watching the excitement excitedly, hooking left and right fists in the air, humming.

Later, they all died.

She also died young and became a person who did not exist in the household registration system.

Grandpa Xie’s grandson came to worship her at the fake grave and brought the gift that Grandpa Xie left for her.

She later heard about it when she was on a mission. The gift blew a hole in her grave and scattered her ashes.

She will hardly remember the past. After all, she has no past and no future.

"Mom, I want mom!"

The little girl in red under the advertisement column threw away the skipping rope in her hand. She leaned against the unit door and cried loudly.

The fire from the explosion illuminated her tear-stained face, and Yan Li could clearly see her appearance this time. This was her when she was young.

Yan Li pursed her lips, feeling the strong wind behind her. She rolled violently and stood barefoot on the ground on the first floor.

The long knife in his hand directly blocked the baton that Lin Shaofan struck from behind.

After the distribution box exploded, the power in the building was cut off. She stood barefoot on the ground without having to worry about being caught by those cyber ghosts.

"It looks like you have an independent backup power source."

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