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Ding Qian walked towards the desk, picked up the paper and took a look. All of them were labyrinth paintings, roughly counting, there were still 200 or 300 of them.

He opened the blue folder. It was still a maze of drawings. Wang Lianxiao said the first five were for the masked man. He flipped through them a few times. These five drawings were more meticulous and more like drafts than the others