Chapter 224 Extraordinary
To talk about something else first.
Gu Yanzheng casually remarked, "I heard Huang Dan has confessed again."
The SAS has higher authority than the Criminal Investigation Team, and Gu Yanzheng has certain information channels.
“I’ve interrogated her twice, and she keeps going in circles when she talks.” Shen Zhenzhu didn’t have much faith in Huang Dan: “Who knows if it’s true or not?”
Gu Yanzheng had something he wanted to ask Shen Zhenzhu before the New Year, and today, since Shen Zhenzhu was on duty, he caught her.
Just as he was about to speak, Park Heung-sung's voice came from the doorway: "Captain Chen, Happy New Year."
He also carried the lunchbox, embracing their friendly exchanges, and placed it on Chen Zhenzhu's table: "My partner made beef and celery dumplings again. This time you don't need to 'take' them; I brought them over myself."
Hey, what a statement.
Shen Zhenzhu rolled up her sleeves and took a bite: "Authentic." The same big meat filling, the same cloying sweetness, but also the same love.
Park Heung-sung was satisfied and said, "I'm going to another office. You guys can chat slowly."
He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Gu Yanzheng thought to himself, "At least the guy surnamed Pu has become sensible for once."
Shen Zhenzhu didn't want Gu Yanzheng to eat dumplings, and she couldn't quite explain her feelings, but she stuffed all the dumplings into her mouth when he wasn't looking.
Gu Yanzheng turned around and saw that there was only half a dumpling left. He said in surprise, "It's so delicious! Let me have a bite."
It would have been better if these words hadn't been mentioned, because once they were, Chen Zhenzhu chewed on them even more happily.
Gu Yanzheng pinched Shen Zhenzhu's cheek, pretending to snatch half a dumpling from her.
Shen Zhenzhu pretended to choke and coughed twice.
Gu Yanzheng quickly got up and poured a drink for Chen Zhenzhu: "I won't take it. If you like it, I'll have Lao Pu bring you some next time."
Shen Zhenzhu waved her hand and shook her head, saying indistinctly, "No, thank you to him." After saying that, she drank the whole beverage in one gulp: "Could you please pour me some plain water?"
Since he had already won over the girl, Gu Yanzheng poured Shen Zhenzhu a glass of water and continued the previous topic: "There's something I've never understood, and I'd like to ask Captain Shen about it."
Shen Zhenzhu, holding a large tea mug, looked at her brother Zheng with bright eyes, sensing that the visitor was up to no good: "Speak."
Gu Yanzheng leaned on the back of her chair, closing the distance between them. Just then, he noticed Shen Zhenzhu staring furtively at the doorway once more.
"I want to know, is there something so shameful about you dating me?"
That's a serious statement.
Gu Yanzheng deliberately made it serious.
A frivolous smile won't get Chen's attention.
Chen Zhenzhu rubbed her hands, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Gu Yanzheng tilted his head, observing her expression: "Confess honestly."
Chen Zhenzhu rubbed the hem of her pink vest and said quickly with her head down, "I'm afraid that if word gets out about our relationship, it will affect the mood of our colleagues in handling the case, and they'll feel that we're blurring the lines between public and private matters."
Otherwise, why would some companies not allow office romances?
Gu Yanzheng's vision went black.
Some people wondered what was wrong with her thinking, or if she had gone astray again.
Gu Yanzheng asked, "So what do you want to do?"
Chen Zhenzhu said softly, "I'm thinking of letting everyone know a little later? We need to give them some buffer time."
Seeing her staring at him expectantly, Gu Yanzheng couldn't bear to tell her that everyone else had adjusted, but she hadn't.
The two had only been together a short time, and everyone in the municipal bureau was congratulating him. Comrade Gu Yuchao was under safe protection in the provincial government compound, and many familiar leaders were jokingly asking when his family would be having their wedding. General Manager Gu had already started working on the wedding banquet guest list at home.
Ms. Jin Fengfeng also told him about her dream: if Shen Zhenzhu married into the family, and they dressed up in gold and silver and paraded through the streets together, it would definitely be a beautiful sight.
but...
Gu Yanzheng glanced at Chen Zhenzhu and said in a low voice, "Fine, you're in charge of everything between us, nobody else can interfere."
Xiao Min's voice came from outside the door. He knocked, then regretted it a little. Captain Park said they were having a romantic date inside; was he disturbing them?
Gu Yanzheng walked to the door and opened it: "What is it?"
Xiao Min quickly shoved the letter into his hand: "The mailroom asked me to deliver it on my way here."
Gu Yanzheng took the letter, said "Happy New Year", and turned his head to see Section Chief Xiao Shen sitting upright at his desk.
She had already pulled two chairs apart, her face flushed, pretending to flip through a book, a green bracelet dangling from her wrist, still secretly pleased that her "office romance" had been successfully hidden.
Xiao Min followed Gu Yanzheng's gaze to Shen Zhenzhu, greeted her with a teasing tone, and glanced at Gu Yanzheng: "Congratulations, Captain Shen."
Chen Zhenzhu said seriously, "Thank you, Happy New Year."
After Xiao Min left, Gu Yanzheng dragged his stool back to sit next to Shen Zhenzhu. Shen Zhenzhu nudged him with her elbow: "Close the door, don't stand so close."
Gu Yanzheng readily closed the door, pretending to move his chair, but after a while, he didn't reduce the distance by even a centimeter. He teased, "You know why he congratulated you and you said 'thank you'?"
Shen Zhenzhu raised her head and said, "Congratulations on solving the case."
Gu Yanzheng was practically bursting with laughter, giving a thumbs up: "Yes, congratulations on solving another case, Captain Chen."
Shen Zhenzhu felt that her brother Zheng's smile was malicious.
Gu Yanzheng said with ill intent, "As someone I'm seriously dating with marriage in mind, I want to give you a reward. Do you want it?"
"Yes," Chen Zhenzhu said expectantly.
Gu Yanzheng leaned close to Chen Zhenzhu's face, pinched her chin, and said, "Give your boyfriend a kiss."
Chen Zhenzhu turned her face away, her ears turning red.
Gu Yanzheng gave a soft kiss on the cheek with a "smack," smacked his lips, and sat up straight: "It smells delicious."
Shen Zhenzhu scratched her right cheek that had been kissed, feeling a little itchy but also a little fond of it.
Gu Yanzheng, with his thick skin, didn't blush, but he could feel the temperature suddenly rise. The moment his lips touched his skin, feeling the gentle warmth of her touch, he felt that his life was complete.
"pearl."
Neither of them could be shy, so Gu Yanzheng leaned back in his chair, pretending to be very experienced in relationships despite having no dating experience himself, and coaxed the young girl: "Shouldn't I get a reward for cooperating with your 'secret relationship'?"
He turned his head to the side and touched his handsome face, his high nose bridge looking like it had been sculpted.
Seeing her up close, Shen Zhenzhu thought that Zheng Ge was truly a rare beauty.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle. Give me a kiss, louder one." Gu Yanzheng urged, pointing at his cheek and leaning closer: "Stamp it here, if you stamp it off-center, you'll have to stamp it again."
Humor, this slick fellow.
Thanks to Gu Yanzheng's carefree attitude, Chen Zhenzhu gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. It was oily but not greasy, quite easy to chew.
Gu Yanzheng is very hygienic and always has a fresh scent. A kiss on the cheek reveals an even deeper, more nuanced aroma.
Feeling Shen Zhenzhu's breath approaching, Gu Yanzheng's heart fluttered, and he gently closed his eyes.
Gu Yanzheng was still not satisfied. He dragged Chen Zhenzhu's chair between his legs, wrapped it around his chest, sat down imposingly, and asked in a low voice, "Were you disgusted with me just now?"
Chen Zhenzhu glanced at her brother Zheng's strong forearm, then pinched it; it was quite hard. She stubbornly replied, "No."
Gu Yanzheng, his arms taut and his expression unchanged, said, "It's obvious you're disgusted. You think you can hide it from me?"
"Really not." Shen Zhenzhu still wouldn't admit it. After touching her left arm, she touched her right arm, her hands never still.
"Then don't blame me." Gu Yanzheng rolled up his sleeves and started scratching himself. "Do you submit?"
Shen Zhenzhu almost jumped up, laughing and joking, "I'm not convinced!"
Outside the door, Kang He, carrying persimmon cakes, and Lu Xiaobao, holding farm eggs, heard the laughter inside and nudged each other, saying, "Knock on the door."
"You can knock it."
Finally, Kanghe hung the persimmons on the doorknob and said, "Tsk tsk, I'll come to wish you a Happy New Year later."
Inside the office, Chen Zhenzhu was having a carefree and joyful time.
"This is love." Lu Xiaobao put down the eggs and agreed wholeheartedly.
......
The first month of the lunar calendar is all about the New Year.
After the Lunar New Year, the busy work of 1994 officially began.
After finishing the hostage-taking case involving a drunkard, Shen Zhenzhu then dealt with a case of assault caused by a drunkard.
"After a few drinks, they can't even tell the difference between two or five or eight thousand." Wu Zhongguo also came back from outside, his wrist twisted while trying to stop the dispute.
Lu Ye held up the safflower oil: "Here, I'll rub it in for you."
Chen Zhenzhu leaned over to take a look and felt that no bones were broken. She greeted him and returned to her desk to continue writing her report.
A bouquet of bright red roses sat on the desk. From the day they started dating, Chen Zhenzhu stopped calling them large roses.
Dating is no longer childish; you need to treat relationships seriously with an adult's perspective. Don't get hurt, and don't hurt others.
Love will eventually find its rightful place; don't rush things or squander it. The past is nourishment; wait patiently, and the flowers will always bloom.
When will this finally end?!
Chen Zhenzhu slammed her hand on the table, angrily saying, "How can there be so many cases of drunken disturbances? Since the beginning of the year, it's all been about people who have been drinking too much."
She hadn't seen Gu Yanzheng for over half a month.
"Captain Chen, the classified documents have arrived." An agent from the Ministry of State Security stood at the door, taking out the delivered file folder: "You need to sign for it personally, read it, and then hand it over to me for destruction."
Shen Zhenzhu suddenly stood up, recognizing it as a document from the Ministry of State Security.
"Thank you for your help, please wait a moment." After signing the document, Chen Zhenzhu went to the sofa alone to open and read the document.
[Security Code 1994010223: CBF]
The following are some details of the case that can be disclosed:
Gong Qi was a key member of Van Gogh's spy organization. She observed that Comrade Chen Bufan knew basic English, was well-liked and trusted by leaders and ordinary people, and had opportunities to go abroad. She deliberately approached him, attempting to develop him into a spy under the guise of dating.
Chen Bufan's keen observation revealed that Gong Qi maintained so-called "open" relationships with several men, which was despised by the times and also concealed her important purpose of obtaining national intelligence.
'LLH0229' is Gong Qi's overseas private account, which is a combination of Gong Qi's real name and birthday.
According to Gong Qi's confession, during her relationship with Chen Bufan, she repeatedly tested and tried to develop the relationship. However, Chen Bufan, with his lofty patriotic beliefs, faced with the pain of learning his lover's true identity and the threat to national security, resolutely chose to protect the country. After learning that Chen Bufan had betrayed her, Gong Qi conspired with the former troupe leader and others to murder him. All of this has been confirmed.
Comrade Chen Bufan had no way of knowing anyone trustworthy, just as he declared in his diary, "I will obtain everything with my life." Comrade Chen Bufan did just that. The account information he obtained will become powerful evidence of espionage activities conducted by "Gong Qi" and the Van Gogh Organization in our country.
To commend Comrade Chen Bufan's great patriotic act, the national government has approved Comrade Chen Bufan's title of "Martyr". Comrade Chen Bufan's remains have been transported back to Liancheng wrapped in the national flag and will be laid to rest in the "Martyrs' Cemetery". A national announcement will be issued in a week to commend Comrade Chen Bufan's heroic sacrifice, to vindicate him and comfort his spirit in heaven.
China will send special personnel to handle the illegally removed body organs. The state organizations and individuals who harmed Comrade Chen Bufan will be given a fair trial and punishment. A transnational investigation will be launched, and the perpetrators will be brought to justice.
In addition, I would like to thank Comrade Shen Zhenzhu for fulfilling Comrade Chen Bufan's weighty entrustment, which gave his death profound meaning.
February 15, 1994
[Seal of the Ministry of State Security]
Shen Zhenzhu gently closed the file, her inner excitement beyond words.
"Sister Pearl, Uncle Sun from Dandong is here again." Zhao Qiqi saw the strawberry tractor from the window and ran downstairs with Xiaobai.
Chen Zhenzhu handed the documents to the waiting operator and said with a smile, "Want some strawberries?"
A national security officer, who was also involved in the case, whispered, "Isn't that the one who was almost wrongly accused?"
"Exactly."
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, based on Huang Dan's confession, Liancheng Public Security Bureau cooperated with Dandong Public Security Bureau to arrest "snakehead Sun Jianyuan".
After being brought back to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Jiang Luchao denied that he was a smuggler. Coincidentally, the scarred-mouthed man who helped "Gong Qi" retrieve Chen Bufan's belongings brushed past Jiang Luchao, attempting to escape.
At a crucial moment, Jiang Luchao remembered the scar on the corner of the other party's lip, and the real "snakehead Sun Jianyuan" was arrested on the spot.
Gu Yanzheng paid out of his own pocket to rent a strawberry greenhouse to compensate the strawberry uncle for his emotional distress.
The strawberry uncle was inexplicably released after his trip, and in the freezing cold, all the unsold strawberries were bought up.
So every few days, when he went to Liancheng to sell freshly picked strawberries, he would always bring a basket for everyone.
"They're sweet and big, like they've been sprinkled with honey, red from top to bottom, and you can smell a sweet and fragrant strawberry aroma from far away." Xiaobai and Zhao Qiqi came up with a basket of strawberries, eating strawberries and praising them continuously.
Zhao Qiqi nodded and said, "That's why Dandong strawberries are so delicious. You can't buy authentic ones outside, and even those of us who live nearby don't have enough to eat."
"I can eat as much as you want." Chen Zhenzhu was already waiting at the door with a water ladle: "Hurry, hurry. They should all be coming to ask for it soon."
Speak of the devil, and he appears! Members of the criminal investigation team, led by Tian Yongfeng, stopped people on the road to "charge" them, taking handfuls of strawberries from each other.
Tian Yongfeng, still standing there talking without a care in the world, ate strawberries from Team Four and said, "Why is your Team Four so stingy from top to bottom?"
Chen Zhenzhu ignored him and hid the water ladle in the bookcase, intending to give it to her brother Zheng when she got home that night.
After work, Zhao Qiqi and I drove Mantou No. 2 to the Liancheng Martyrs' Cemetery.
The warm sun shines by the sea, where you can hear the inspiring ebb and flow of the tide and feel the joy of seagulls flapping their wings.
A bouquet of golden chrysanthemums was placed in front of the grave where "Chen Bufan" was secretly buried. Chen Zhenzhu took two steps back and put her hands together: "Thank you, Comrade Chen Bufan. Now you can finally rest in peace."
In the blackboard photo, the handsome Chen Bufan stands in front of the camera, smiling brightly. It's as if he's seen all of this through the span of twenty years.
"Did he really have to take that step?" Zhao Qiqi said regretfully, looking at the photo. "What a pity for such a good young man."
The sea breeze tousled her hair. Shen Zhenzhu said softly, "He doesn't know who else he can trust. Perhaps he wants to use his influence to get public attention. He also senses impending persecution. Rather than be secretly killed, he'd rather stand up and take the initiative."
“Gong Qi may have been a big blow to him as well.” Zhao Qiqi said, looking at the sunset on the horizon with his hands behind his back. “I think how terrible it would be if one day the people around me suddenly became neither human nor ghost.”
“You’re overthinking it.” Chen Zhenzhu stood up and walked down the stone path, facing the sea optimistically, “I believe that none of us will fall behind.”
Zhao Qiqi bowed to Chen Bufan, put down the bottle of baijiu, and hurriedly said, "Brother Chen, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again later. Once this matter is made public, many people will come to pay their respects. Don't disturb the neighbors."
Shen Zhenzhu stood on the path, a smile on her lips, and waved to Chen Bufan's tombstone: "Goodbye."
Sitting in the car, Zhao Qiqi sighed, a rare occurrence for her: "It's such a pity. His fans would be heartbroken if they knew. Sister Pearl, what do you think he felt at the time?"
As Shen Zhenzhu steered the wheel, she had already reviewed the case: "It went through at least four stages, from falling in love to fleeing from a desperate situation."
Zhao Qiqi pulled a palm-sized notebook out of her pocket and said, "And then?"
This case cannot be analyzed openly. Since Zhao Qiqi wants to discuss it, Shen Zhenzhu said, "Chen Bufan is a tragic protagonist about faith, love, and betrayal. He was originally a dashing young man, an idol of the times, possessing the purity and unruliness of an artist. In the process of handling the case, I realized that Chen Bufan's unruliness was not rebellion or being unconventional, but rather a childlike heart that was honest with the world and sincere in his feelings."
His encounter with Gong Qi was, in essence, a victory in a romantic contest. He discovered her "uniqueness" and pursued not only love but also a spiritual connection. He began to immerse himself in the beautiful illusion of love, only to be dealt a devastating blow upon discovering the truth. Emotional betrayal is the most personal and soul-crushing experience. When he realized his sincere love was a carefully orchestrated trap, the word "spy" carried enough weight to crush him.
Chen Bufan finds himself caught in a dangerous vortex, torn between the nation, its people, and Gong Qi. For him, raised under the national flag, loyalty to the country is paramount. He must prove his innocence through action, even at the cost of burying his love. Torn by painful choices, he discovers this is no simple accusation; enemies lurk all around. Confession is the only way. The shock and pressure of being caught are unimaginable. The complete collapse of trust and the growth of despair lead him to choose 'escape.'
Zhao Qiqi sat up straight in astonishment: "You mean he still wants to escape? Doesn't that mean he's still an illegal immigrant?"
"They're not the same in meaning," Chen Zhenzhu said. "Going to Grandma's house?"
Zhao Qiqi said, "Mm."
Shen Zhenzhu turned to the intersection of Maple Leaf Street, turned on her left turn signal, and waited for the red light. She said, "Think about it, his superiors are spies, his lover is a spy, and he's also been in contact with Huang Dan and others—they're all spies. If his whistleblowing is discovered, he'll face omnipresent pursuit and surveillance. Chen Bufan can't face his social circle, his career, or his country. He thinks that instead of waiting to die, he should take a gamble and board the so-called smuggling boat that Gong Qi 'leaked' for transferring information."
"So he was still tricked into boarding the ship." Zhao Qiqi was a little confused.
Shen Zhenzhu said, "His mindset may have evolved from reporting and seeking survival to a deeper level of existential meaning. Chen Bufan knew he had become a target of murder, and how to die meaningfully became his final spiritual question."
Zhao Qiqi said, "This fits the heroic roles he plays quite well; they all die gloriously."
“It was also a gradual influence.” Chen Zhenzhu waited for the green light and stepped on the gas. “Leaving behind his diary and ‘Confession of Guilt’ was how he sacrificed himself in the last moment of his life to purify his tainted emotions and political stance. His loyalty to the country transcended death.”
“He could have chosen to collude with the spies to save his life.” Zhao Qiqi closed his notebook, shut his eyes, and said, “He felt no fear in the face of death, but the cruelty of the enemy exceeded his imagination… Was his unruliness also a mockery of fate and a contempt for the enemy? In the end, just as he had imagined, he was finally eradicated.”
The two stopped talking and drove for about ten minutes before arriving at Zhao Qiqi's grandmother's house.
"Don't be too worried." Chen Zhenzhu parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and said, "I feel like I can see him saying to Gong Qi and Huang Dan, 'You can separate my body, but you can't stop my soul from conveying the truth.'"
Zhao Qiqi clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Yes, Brother Chen would definitely say something like that."
Shen Zhenzhu smiled too.
Chen Bufan, a romantic who transcends time, possesses a brilliant soul and eternal starlight.
After Zhao Qiqi got out of the car, Chen Zhenzhu slowly drove back to the commercial street amidst the hustle and bustle of people leaving get off work.
"We're too busy, come and settle the accounts." The waiter saw Chen Zhenzhu as if she had seen a savior, and pulled her to sit in front of the counter: "Today is the last day to sell pork skin jelly, we won't sell it anymore once it's sold out."
Chen Zhenzhu: "?"
After saying a few words, the waiter quickly took the menu and took the customer's order.
Chen Zhenzhu was clueless until a customer came and asked, "Do you still have pork skin jelly? Yours was the best during the Chinese New Year. My grandson wanted more after he finished eating it."
"Yes, today is the last day. Once it's sold out, we won't sell anymore," Shen Zhenzhu said.
"Give me one, no, two."
"Okay."
During her spare time, Chen Zhenzhu leaned on the counter, fiddling with the abacus beads, pondering her brother Zheng. After thinking about Zheng, she thought of the spy case and remembered the sleeping Chen Bufan.
From a universally condemned traitorous illegal immigrant to receiving the title of martyr, it wasn't just a process of rehabilitation. Chen Bufan's case profoundly impacted Shen Zhenzhu, prompting her to constantly reflect on her actions.
Such a loyal and courageous person, burdened with stigma, stood alone in a corner, watching the ever-changing times. In the torrent of history, individual brilliance may be obscured, and the truth may be shattered and scattered in the darkness of the past twenty years.
She received the signal that Chen Bufan conveyed with his life twenty years later. This made Shen Zhenzhu realize that the significance of public security work is not only to punish evil and promote good, but also to fulfill a promise to those who silently sacrificed their lives.
"Justice may be delayed, but it must be remembered and upheld." Shen Zhenzhu, resting her chin on her hand, watched the passersby outside the window and couldn't help but think:
Heroes are often born from complex predicaments and human struggles; their greatness lies precisely in their overcoming these vulnerabilities. Honorary titles are not merely posthumous recognition of an individual, but also a collective tribute and moral atonement from the nation and society to all those who sacrificed their lives on the hidden front.
"We must have reverence for history and cherish the peace and security we enjoy today."
Shen Zhenzhu wrote this sentence on the paper. Hearing someone coming from outside, she stood up and greeted them: "Good evening. Are there any seats left? How many people?"
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Author's Note: This novel will be completed by the middle of next month. I will remind you when it is almost finished.
Thank you for reading this far, everyone. Many of you look familiar.
To thank everyone, I'll be writing some bonus chapters. [Laughs]
Thank you for accompanying Pearl Seedling's growth. This is my first crime fiction and my first long novel. It's been exhausting yet incredibly rewarding. Thank you all for your encouragement and support; without you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to persevere this long. (Tears welling up as I hold a rose in my hand)
My next novel, a thrilling crime thriller with slice-of-life food elements, is "I Solve Major Cases by Interrogating Ghosts [1990s]". Please add it to your favorites.
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Can a scoundrel like that solve a case?
He not only solved the case but also cracked several long-standing cold cases, quickly becoming a crime-solving icon for the municipal police bureau.
When others asked her how she solved it?
How can we break this?
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She activated "full map view" and played "fog of war" with them.
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At night, they throw the "troublemaker" into the oil pot.
A criminal executed during the day went to the underworld to appeal for justice. Looking up, he saw the very same police officer who had brought him to the execution ground sitting there!
Was the chain of evidence at the crime scene broken? Was the suspect's acting flawless? Was the killer completely inconspicuous?
That night in the Hall of Hell, she looked at the trembling souls of the dead kneeling below and said coldly: Tell me, who killed you?
The departed soul trembled slightly as it uttered a name.
The next day, she approached the serial killer with the perfect alibi at the criminal investigation team, leaned down and whispered, "He asked me to give you his regards."
The truth has nowhere to hide, and the dark circles under the eyes of the 007-shift corporate slaves are getting heavier and heavier.
Unexpectedly, a Taoist priest from a family line discovered his secret and began chasing after Yama, the King of Hell, every day.
Chu Yang, who was trying hard to hide her secrets, suddenly discovered one day that the Municipal Public Security Bureau had a new criminal investigation consultant.
Chu Yang questioned the bureau chief: How can you let monsters and demons serve as consultants?
Director: If I can make you the captain, what's wrong with making a Taoist priest an advisor?
The story focuses on crime-solving and includes some original elements. It is entirely fictional; please do not attempt to connect it to real people or events. 2025/9/13
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