End of Mystery

Yesterday's direct drinking was a bit broken. Of course, our combat effectiveness is still not stage fright, and we even forgot to ask for leave.

I originally thought about going to an Internet cafe to code words today, but the environment is too bad, and the things I write are not right. Let’s go back to Qingdao tomorrow and start updating.

I plan to speed up later, and the amount of updates will skyrocket a little, which can be regarded as making up the manuscripts of the past two days, doubling it.

Feel the experience of an octopus author like an eagle.