In the middle of the night, thunder roared from the horizon, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.
Thunder and lightning in late autumn were indeed rare, but people just got up, pulled the curtains back to take a look, and didn't think much deeper.
The next day, a dead body was found in a house on the outskirts of town.
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"You can stay with us for now. We're all good people, have everything at home, and you can decide once you recover." Duan Qingsong brought in some high-quality autumn clothing, all brand names.
Miao Miao's clothes were those she had stolen from a house while running away. She had been wearing them for days, as she couldn't afford to buy new ones.
"Thank you." Miao Miao nodded, a faint smile on her beautiful and delicate face, with no trace of guardedness, as if she carefully wanted to approach them.
"Some friends will come by later. They might seem weird, but you should have a common language with them."
