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... rewound to the evening following the day the murder occurred.
Inside the study, an old-fashioned desk lamp was lit.
The man’s voice on the phone was deep, “Sir, Jiang Zhi went to meet with Peng Xianzhi.”
The cellphone was placed on the desk, and Luo Huaiyu’s hands were resting on his cane while the person standing beside him was holding their breath in rapt attention.
Luo Huaiyu asked, “Was the conversation recorded?”
Meetings in prison usually involved l ...
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