Silence... silence... silence.
The surroundings were perfectly still, as if time itself had frozen. If Xie Qi had a cigarette in his hand right now, 948 had no doubt he would light it without hesitation.
The plot transfer was complete, yet Xie Qi remained seated as motionless as a statue. Having absorbed and digested the entire narrative, he finally understood why Ze had acted with such terror and trepidation when he had first woken up.
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