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“Name.”“Zhang Jue.” (jué)“Age.”“26.”“Home address.”“No. 28, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City.”“I repeat, there is no such place called Jianghai City.”“Ah, sir, I’ve said it many times. I’ve lost my memory. I only remember these and forgot everything else.”Inside the interrogation room, Zhang Jue sat slumped in his chair with handcuffs, his eyes , the look of pending death. Obviously, this was not the first time this of conversation had taken place.“Kid, I advise you to straighten your attitude and answer the questions properly.” The interrogator slapped the table and pointed to the eight big letters behind him “See where this is! Do