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Thrilling Magic Ring
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The alarm clock rang incessantly, its urgent and loud sound jolting Song Nian awake from his slumber.
"Am I an idiot? It's summer vacation, why the hell did I wake up so early?" Song Nian cursed himself as he fumbled to turn off the alarm.
Recently, he had been frequenting a gaming bar to play murder games, often returning home at two or three in the morning, sometimes even staying up all night. As a result, his mental state had been far from ideal. Although he slept until the afternoon every day, he still felt utterly exhausted.
With just over ten days left before school started, Song Nian wanted to put an end to this unhealthy lifestyle and reset his biological clock before classes resumed. Last night, he finally made up his mind to avoid playing murder games and chatting online. He went to bed at ten o'clock and set his alarm for eight this morning, planning to wake up early and go for a run in the nearby park.
However, how could one’s biological clock be adjusted so quickly? Although he went to bed at ten, he only dozed off around three in the morning. Thus, when the alarm rang this morning, it was no match for the clutches of sleep.
"Get up! Get up! Hurry up!" Controlled by sleep's grasp, Song Nian had just managed to silence the alarm when his phone's ringtone blared again.
"Damn it!" He buried his head under the blanket, but the ringtone seemed to possess some magical power, piercing through the fabric and stabbing at his ears. After several seconds of torment, he could no longer bear it.
"Shit!" Song Nian cursed loudly as he jumped out of bed, determined to silence his phone. After searching for a while, he discovered that it was locked away in a drawer, and the key was hidden under the sofa in the living room. By the time he found the key and opened the drawer to silence his phone, most of his sleepiness had vanished.
"What an idiot! Why did I plan so thoroughly last night? I'm just sabotaging myself!" He muttered various curses at his past self as he climbed back into bed, tightly closing his eyes and trying to relax in hopes of reclaiming some sleep.
A few minutes later, his consciousness began to fade as he slowly drifted back into slumber. However, just as he was teetering between sleep and wakefulness, a sudden series of urgent knocks on the door startled him nearly off the bed.
"Oh my god! If you want me dead, just say so! Don’t toy with me like this!" Song Nian shouted.
The knocking continued relentlessly, growing louder and more frantic, as if the person outside was being chased and desperately needed to find refuge inside.
Song Nian, feeling helpless, forced himself to sit up. He shook his head a bit, then got out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked to the front door. With an impatient tone, he asked, "Who is it?"
"Police!" A man outside replied crisply. At the same time, the knocking on the door ceased.
"What?" Song Nian's thick and sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly. He thought to himself, Police? Are they real police? What do they want with me? As far as I remember, I haven't done anything wrong lately. Well, unless flirting with girls counts as a crime.
As he pondered, Song Nian opened the wooden door. Through the iron gate, he saw a man in his early twenties standing outside. The man looked energetic, with an imposing presence that conveyed authority without anger.
"Hello," the man said. "I am a detective from the City Criminal Police Team—Zou Qixia. Here is my identification."
"Oh," Song Nian replied nonchalantly. By this time, he had fully awakened from his slumber and regained his composure, though his expression remained somewhat indifferent.
"Is it convenient for me to come in? I would like to ask you a few questions," Zou Qixia said.
"Show me your identification," Song Nian replied.
"This..." Zou Qixia hesitated slightly. "I can't give you my ID, but I can hold it up for you to see clearly."
"Forget it," Song Nian waved his hand dismissively. "I’ve never seen a real police ID anyway, so I wouldn't be able to tell if yours is genuine or not."
After saying this, he opened the iron gate and let Zou Qixia inside.
Zou Qixia stepped into the room and quickly scanned the entire place with keen eyes. Then he smiled faintly and politely said, "I apologize for disturbing you so early. I just want to ask you a few questions, and I'll leave once we're done."
"Take your time asking. Anyway, I'm already awake and can't fall asleep again," Song Nian said a bit sulkily.
Zou Xingjing smiled and took out a photo from his pocket. Pointing at one of the women in the picture, he asked, "Have you seen this woman?"
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