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Chapter 105: We Panic
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The rules were simple: We follow the police to where they were going, we observe what they were going to do, and we find where were the rest of our classmates. However, there was one golden rule: we must not be caught.
As we slowly take our walk following the traces of the four police men who were still secretive in telling us what was exactly happening, we stopped in a full halt when we found out that we were heading towards the neighboring building only. The building with the highest numbers of floors, about thirty four or something, was only on the left of side of the covered gym where we were unfortunately stuck. There were two men in uniform heading our way, and we had no choice but to go back to the protest queue and just wait. That was so fucked up! We were only few meters away from entering the building but we were forced to head back! If only we moved a few moments earlier than them, the police men, then perhaps we would have had successfully searched t
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