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... er the investigation file they had gathered: "We found that he stayed at the Hilton for two days when he arrived in Country M from Daxia. Two days later, he took a flight to Harman."

Harman is located in State F, bordering Country F, a small country backed by the protection of Country F.

The region, being tropical, grows fruits well and possesses several veins of jadeite, ensuring that the citizens live fairly well. However, due to the slow development of the country, the locals ...

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