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The police officers at the shipyard had retreated. The black field was cold, deserted, without a soul. The blue cordon flapped in the wind.

Huo Yelin and Little Dou circled around for a while, but to no avail, they prepared to leave.

An old man who picked up trash walked past with a sack on his back. Seeing a piece of iron that wasn't very big among the scrap metal in front of him