When Gu Xiao walked out of the dungeon, it was already dawn.
He had a handkerchief in his hand and was wiping the blade inch by inch. The knife stained with blood became sharp again, but the white handkerchief was stained with bright red.
Captain Lin walked two steps ahead of him and felt as if there was a thorn in his back, not daring to breathe.
The living people in the dungeon have become dead.
It was certainly not the first time that Captain Lin had seen a dead person, but it was the first time that he truly realized that death was a relief.
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