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Ma Mingyang trembled as he reached for the mouse on the table. He slid the wheel and the pages flew by. His eyes were filled with dense words. Wherever it stopped, it was filled with familiar words.

He struggled to ask Ding Qian, "According to you, what I just experienced, those suicides were all fake. Did they all never happen?"

"Except for the four people who hanged themselves in your house