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At 8:25, Sanyao headquarters.

The firmament arrived outside the designated game room on time, was about to go in, and saw Fan Huai coming from a distance.

She waited specially at the door, and greeted Fan Huai when he passed by.

Qiu Cang smiled and said, "How's your work?"

Fan Huai pressed the button on his chest, took off his suit, exhaled, and smiled: "Not bad."

His department specializes in technical support, and there are a group of young people who are passionate about work but are not good at handling complex social relationships. Everyone is simple and stupid, and the smell of melon skin is permeated every day.

Fan Huai is currently in the learning stage. Under the guidance of his colleagues, he gradually came into contact with Sanyao's related businesses and Sanyao's entrepreneurial spirit... Although he felt that the entrepreneurial spirit did not matter, those people would dare to write in the background when they were crazy. The same humanities of their little boss also disguised as spam and sent them to the account of the victim, enjoying the pleasure of dancing on the tip of a knife.

Fan Huai liked this kind of life very much, but at the same time he was hesitant. He didn't know if he should tell his teacher that she was busy performing dog-blood romances in the brains of Sanyao staff every day.

#冷酷无情大魔王VS多情吻狗小娇夫#、#金天才脑VS世界第一最富人#、#Amorous tyrant: genius wife you don’t run#、#美佳人: There is no man I can’t fix#... …Sand sculptures like that.

Fan Huai took a deep look at the sky, and thought it was for granted.

Pollute her world.

The firmament read the complexity flashing on his face, a little inexplicable, changed the subject, and asked, "Are you nervous?"

Fan Huai did not make a sound and lowered his head slightly.

The copy of the murder case that Sanyao has made for a long time is finally going to be tested, and the protagonist is Fan Huai himself. It may be a cruel challenge for him to return to the scene of the year and face the plight at the time. However, the pain of suffering injustice was deeply engraved in his soul and was the source of all tragedies that followed. He had delusions countless times, what would be the result if he could get out of the detention center.

This kind of imagination is useless.

However, apart from himself, no one can help him out of this past.

"Nothing." Fan Huai raised his head and chuckled, "It's gone early."

The firmament is very serious: "I will bring you out."

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Welcome to the real live simulation game [Analysis of Murder Cases] (special time-limited copy), the identity you applied for is [Murder Hunter]. The memory related to the case has been blocked, please find out the real culprit based on the existing clues and complete the scene restoration.

Status: QC (You are now a public official.)

Player rating: 97 (you have beaten 99% of the people in the country!)

Compatibility with the role: 100% (You can play yourself without restrictions without discrediting your professional image.)

Plot progress: 50% (You caught a suspect, he looks suspicious.)

[Note] This game is automatically generated based on big data and criminal files. Please carefully identify the clues that appear in the game.

The familiar white mist of transition, shrouded in the eyes of the sky. Her brain was blank, and it failed to work at the first moment. Obviously, there were a lot of memories blocked this time. She frowned, adapted to this feeling, quickly flipped through the plot introduction, and then closed the interface.

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