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... vestigation for the clocktower failed.”

“Oh I don’t know, I’m screwed. I’m just going to investigate the Silver Light ghost story and write an article about it.”

Moon Sae-ron, the loser, replied to the question of a freshman in the newspaper department.

Moon Sae-ron also had a tracking skill, so she would have tried to catch the one responsible, all weekend by fully operating her skill and brain.

‘To think that Moon Sae-ron wasn’t able to catch them…… I wonder who the cul ...

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