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Rustling.
In the control room of Donghai City Public Security Bureau, Lin Xian sat at the desk and turned the psychologist's notepad to the next page.
He did not look too carefully, nor did he care much about what was written inside.
Now, whatever was written inside did not matter anymore.
Actually, there was not much important stuff written within.
When he accompanied Gao Yang to see the psychologist, he had been well-prepared and had hardly disclosed anything about the contents of his dreams, not mentioning anything about the Genius Club or the future world.
Moreover, now that Zhou Duanyun and Ji Lin were both dead, all the members of the Seven Sins, except for the Hollywood actress Angelica, were dead.
This notebook had returned to his hands, and there was nothing to worry about.
But still...
All the matters had been resolved.
All of his enemies had died.
The plan had been executed perfectly.
So why did he feel a sense of loss at this moment, feeling unhappy?
