MidReal Story

An old tungsten lamp hung in the center of the room by a black wire, flickering dimly. The quiet atmosphere is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading in the room. In the center of the room stood a large round table, which looked already mottled. In the center of the table stood a small clock with a very complicated pattern, which was ticking at the moment. Around the table, ten people in different clothes were sitting. Their clothes looked a little shabby, and their faces were stained with dust. Some of them were lying on the table, some were sitting on chairs, and they were all fast asleep. Beside these ten people, stood quietly a man wearing a goat head mask and a black suit. His eyes pierced through the worn goat head mask and stared at the ten people with interest. The clock on the table rang, and the minute and hour hands pointed to "twelve" at the same time. Far away from the room, a low bell sounded. At the same moment, ten men and women sitting around the round table slowly woke up. After they gradually woke up, they first looked around in confusion, and then looked at each other in confusion. It seems that no one can remember why they are here. "Good morning, nine." Goat Head spoke first, "I'm glad to meet you here. You have been sleeping in front of me for twelve hours.

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Scenario:An old tungsten lamp hung in the center of the room by a black wire, flickering dimly. The quiet atmosphere is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading in the room. In the center of the room stood a large round table, which looked already mottled. In the center of the table stood a small clock with a very complicated pattern, which was ticking at the moment. Around the table, ten people in different clothes were sitting. Their clothes looked a little shabby, and their faces were stained with dust. Some of them were lying on the table, some were sitting on chairs, and they were all fast asleep. Beside these ten people, stood quietly a man wearing a goat head mask and a black suit. His eyes pierced through the worn goat head mask and stared at the ten people with interest. The clock on the table rang, and the minute and hour hands pointed to "twelve" at the same time. Far away from the room, a low bell sounded. At the same moment, ten men and women sitting around the round table slowly woke up. After they gradually woke up, they first looked around in confusion, and then looked at each other in confusion. It seems that no one can remember why they are here. "Good morning, nine." Goat Head spoke first, "I'm glad to meet you here. You have been sleeping in front of me for twelve hours."

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An old tungsten lamp hung in the center of the room by a black wire, flickering dimly. The quiet atmosphere is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading in the room. In the center of the room stood a large round table, which looked already mottled. In the center of the table stood a small clock with a very complicated pattern, which was ticking at the moment. Around the table, ten people in different clothes were sitting. Their clothes looked a little shabby, and their faces were stained with dust. Some of them were lying on the table, some were sitting on chairs, and they were all fast asleep. Beside these ten people, stood quietly a man wearing a goat head mask and a black suit. His eyes pierced through the worn goat head mask and stared at the ten people with interest. The clock on the table rang, and the minute and hour hands pointed to "twelve" at the same time. Far away from the room, a low bell sounded. At the same moment, ten men and women sitting around the round table slowly woke up. After they gradually woke up, they first looked around in confusion, and then looked at each other in confusion. It seems that no one can remember why they are here. "Good morning, nine." Goat Head spoke first, "I'm glad to meet you here. You have been sleeping in front of me for twelve hours."