With a clatter, the small iron door finally opened. Two prison guards stood outside seriously and shouted, "Comrade Lumohan, you can go out."

Hanzi went out with a feeling of fear. When he came out of the prison door, he could not help looking back at the place where he had been staying for nearly four months. It was a strange feeling that he could not help thinking of it.

"Who on earth got me out?" Hanzi has been thinking about this problem all the way. But the answer will soon be revealed, he is not very anxious, just a little dissatisfied with the unexpected results.

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