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The summer night was not pitch black. The silver plate of moon hung high in the sky, the stars were dim, the sky was a dark blue, the shadows of trees and the contours of buildings were clear.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~" From the other side of the street came the coarse voice of the gendarme, "Heaven is dry, be careful of the candles …"

After the gaffer walked over