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... >   left his residence.

   Twenty minutes later.

  USTC East District.

   "Longitude 117.2764 Latitude 31.8392"

  Xu Yun drove the longitude and latitude positioning software, hummed a little tune, and walked slowly along the trail in the school.

  He looked around as he walked, and seemed to be looking for the exact spot.

have to say.

  The level of science and technology these days has indeed developed to a level that is very convenient from t ...

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