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... this home theater.

"You don't have a ticket, you can't ..." Only half said, the gatekeeper looked at the movie ticket handed to him.

It is not an ordinary ticket, an even-numbered ticket, or an odd-numbered ticket.

This is a very special ticket.

It was stamped with a human head stamp. The human head was a bust of a man. A closer look also brought the name: Zhou Aiguo, a name that overflowed with no characteristics.

The goalkeeper only glanced up, and quickly r ...

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