C1373 Tung Wentian's Path to Death
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The lighting in the building was not good, and strange sounds of friction could be heard from the top of the building from time to time.
Monica walked on the stairs that were covered in blood and could not help but knock on the handrail with a short knife. As she walked up step by step, the sound of the steps echoed in the entire building