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After fifteen minutes of running Chen Yang finally reached his wine store .

Relief flooded him as he pushed open the door, only to be greeted by an unnerving quiet.

But then, a strange sound pierced the silence – a rumbling snore punctuated by bursts of odd laughter.

Curiosity piqued, Chen Yang followed the noise. It led him to the dimly lit storeroom in the back.

There, amidst a chaotic jumble of empty crates and dusty bottles, he found a sight that defied explanation.

His own clone, looking like he'd tangled with a hedge and come out worse for wear, sprawled on a pile of threadbare rugs.

Fast asleep, he clutched a giant cauldron to his chest as if it were a massive teddy bear.

Every few seconds, a guttural snore erupted from his clone's lips, followed by a fit of inexplicable giggles.

For a moment, Chen Yang stood frozen, his brain struggling to make sense of the absurdity in front of him.