lt;Absurd Reasoning

Yu Xing propped up a black umbrella with one hand and held a flashlight in the other. She wiped a thin layer of water mist from her face with her sleeve, stopping at the factory gate.,The process is clichéd, just like a low-quality horror novel, and the talk is full of unfounded urban legends—usually made up by marketing accounts for traffic, with extremely low credibility.,When he left, he was still very "kind" to close the door, leaving only six applicants facing each other in the dim light of their flashlights.。