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Two men in raincoats were digging a hole by the edge of a low shrubbery.,Uncle Three glanced at the row of straw mats on the ground, covered in mud.,The downpour was torrential, the murky water swallowing the corpses whole. Thankfully, these were nameless, faceless drifters, their bodies incomplete. There was no need to be particular about such things.。