I Can Absorb Spiritual Contamination

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　　 Under the same moonlight.

　　 A dark, secret room.

　　 Scattered papers are scattered on the table.

　　 Ink stains are everywhere.

　　 Under the weird orange light, a hand with a green veins, holding a fountain pen, quickly wrote the diary on the paper:

　　" On November 25th, my cough became more serious, and ordinary cough medicines had no effect at all. Maybe I should find someone

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