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In his late forties, Su Jiuzhou was up again that night. He got out of bed groggily and went downstairs for a glass of water. As soon as he stood up, his phone rang.,The land was hazy, and there lay a ruined city in the crimson rain, silent and lifeless.,Murky eyes, seemingly holding a trace of resentment, gazed forlornly at the mottled stones ahead.。