National Forensic Doctor

Noon.

The sun is blazing.

When I look up at the sun, I feel that it has a halo.

The temperature of 37 degrees is like 73 degrees on the garbage mountain, and it feels like 173 degrees.

The workers at the garbage dump are all hiding in the air-conditioned room drinking...

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