I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

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Xing pouted and didn't argue with him anymore.

She silently reached into her pocket, took out the last item, and placed it on top of all the miscellaneous items.

It was an employee card for the Black Tower space station. The person on the card was wearing glasses and looked quite refined.

The card has the words "Senior Researcher" printed in gold foil at the bottom, and an unidentified small key is hanging on the card sleeve.

Qi Ye looked down at the employee card for a moment, then looked up at Xing, who had a calm expression.

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Qi Ye casually pushed the employee card back.

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Xing's words were perfectly reasonable and logically sound.

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Xing held up a finger, her expression extremely serious, and corrected him with a solemn face.

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Qi Ye stared at her for several seconds before giving up on trying to reason with her.

He raised his hand and helplessly wiped his face, then swept his work card, keys, and all other odds and ends into a canvas bag.

He casually tied a tight knot and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

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Xing looked at him blankly, full of doubt.

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Xing stared at her little hands and counted for a long time, but there weren't enough fingers to count them all.

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The two emerged from the office one after the other, each carrying a bulging bag on their shoulder.

Qiye's bag was stuffed with calculators, notebooks, staplers, and all sorts of stationery.

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Both faces wore identical, slightly sly, satisfied smiles.

The two were just about to set off for the next cabin to continue their looting.

An angry voice came from the front of the corridor.

"You two!"

March 7th stood firmly in the middle of the corridor, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, exuding a strong sense of danger.

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"What are you two doing?!"

Qi Ye's smile froze instantly as her brain raced, desperately searching for an emergency response.

Xing's smile remained unchanged; she was very calm.

He simply moved the bag on his shoulder behind him with an extremely natural movement, perfectly concealing the stolen goods.

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After exchanging a glance, Qi Ye coughed lightly and quickly corrected his words.

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"correct."

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"custody?"

March 7th raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a single word.

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March 7th's gaze swept back and forth across the two faces, finally settling on the two bulging bags.

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March 7th closed his eyes, suppressing the speechlessness in his heart.

She opened her eyes, pointed at Qiye, and spoke in a questioning tone.

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Qi Ye raised his hand to straighten his collar, forcing himself to adopt a serious demeanor.

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March 7th then turned to point at the innocent-looking star.

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Xing tilted her head slightly, her answer utterly sincere.

"Muscle memory".

March 7th was completely baffled by this outrageous answer.

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He remained unfazed, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

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On March 7th, he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a rebuttal for a long time.

She looked at the stars, then at Qiye, and then at the two large bags of loot.

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He shook his head; without saying a word, his meaning was crystal clear.

Do you think I can control these two guys?

Chapter 11 Doomsday Beast

On March 7th, he saw two people carrying large bags in front of him.

The guy with the exact same smile on his face took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

She decided to stop arguing; arguing with these two clowns would only shorten her own lifespan.

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She waved her hand, giving a look of resignation, and then took the little girl's hand.

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The little girl nodded and pulled March 7th deeper into the corridor.

Qi Ye and Xing exchanged a glance, then carried the bags and followed behind.

The door to the main control room was open.

Inside, a bustling scene unfolded, with a dozen or so staff members moving back and forth around the control panel.

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Estelle turned around, a smile of excitement on her face.

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Then she saw Qiye and Xing behind her.

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Both of them looked very relaxed.

It was as if it were perfectly normal for someone to appear before the stationmaster carrying two bags of junk scavenged from the space station.

"Who are these two...?"

Estella looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

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Qi Ye reacted extremely quickly.

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Xing followed closely behind.

Estelle blinked and looked down at the two bags that were clearly looted from the office area.

He looked up again at the two people's serious expressions.

Then she smiled gently and didn't ask any further questions.

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The entire control room suddenly jolted violently.

The overhead lights flickered violently, and the screens on the control panel all flashed red.

An alarm then blared throughout the entire space.