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In the operations meeting room on the seventh floor of the research institute, Sun Hang once again saw Yang Lian, as well as Wang Xiyi, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, with her long legs propped up on the table.
Yang Lian had changed into the institute's standard uniform. She was standing before a whiteboard, holding a stack of thick papers, with a furrowed brow.
Many photos and clue cards were pinned on the whiteboard with magnetic thumbtacks, alongside a large amount of analysis scribbled with a marker... Sun Hang glanced twice, and it was mostly information related to the abnormal event at the southern cemetery.
