C162 Memory and the Murderer

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The truck carrying the goods, the ear-piercing scraping of tires against the ground, the screams of passers-by in panic, and the sound of the truck colliding with the bicycle … All sorts of sounds converged in Ye Zi's mind to form a distorted image of a storm.

Suddenly, a cool breeze rushed into Ye Zi's mind. The chaotic sound faded and the distorted image disappeared