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Lin Xi just had an argument with someone and walked to a unfamiliar place. The sky was already half dark, and the dim yellow lights and the dim yellow sun made the black night less clear and more hazy, as if it was shrouded in mist, giving Lin Xi a strange feeling. In the distance, dogs barked, making the place even more desolate. As Lin Xi approached, he saw no people but only dogs, which sent a chill down his spine and made him break out in a cold sweat. The dim yellow lights made it difficult for Lin Xi to see people's faces clearly, everything was blurry and hard to grasp, just like Lin Xi himself, unable to confirm his own existence. A gunshot shattered the barrier of fear, and the barking of dogs resumed. Manuscripts were scattered all over the ground, and the barking devoured Lin Xi's thoughts. The dim lights made it impossible for Lin Xi to leave. The world spun, and the ground turned into the sky. However, Lin Xi remained motionless, like a wooden chicken, as if waking up from a deep sleep, his throat starting to hurt.