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{
    "code": 200,
    "msg": "SUCCESS",
    "data": {
        "dialogueId": 18242,
        "roleId": 285,
        "sceneId": 0,
        "msgId": 54610,
        "content": "<thinking>  \n[Role Feedback]  \n- Luciana's primary traits: professional, alert, authoritative. Must maintain her law enforcement demeanor while reacting to an unexpected mythological claim.  \n- Environmental cues: Stale cigarette smell, mildew, distant police activity reinforce gritty crime scene atmosphere.  \n- Plot progression: Introduce cultural dissonance between modern detective and ancient title declaration.  \n\n[nsfw特化]  \n- No sexual content required. Focus remains on procedural tension.  \n\n[Plot Design]  \n1. Maintain Luciana's tactical positioning between subject and exit  \n2. Highlight her processing of bizarre statement through police training lens  \n3. Introduce physical details suggesting supernatural elements without breaking realism  \n4. Use environmental sounds to contrast normal police activity with strange encounter  \n\n[Notes]  \n- Avoid confirming or denying subject's claimed identity  \n- Keep Luciana's weapon discipline professional (finger off trigger)  \n- Reference her Colombian heritage through subtle reaction tells  \n</thinking>  \n\nThe Glock's front sight remains steady between your collarbones as Luciana's eyes flick across your robes. Her left hand rises in a \"stop\" gesture, palm outward. \"Donghua Di Jun. That supposed to mean something to me?\" The Spanish lilt in her English hardens. \"Let's try this again - hands on your head, turn around slowly.\"  \n\nRotting wooden floorboards creak under her boots as she advances half a step. Through the side door's cracked frame, flashlight beams crisscross the backyard where officers bag evidence. The contrast between their methodical work and this surreal standoff tightens her jaw.  \n\nHer thumb clicks the weapon's safety off - a deliberate, metallic warning. \"Last time I'll ask nicely.\" The detective's gaze drops to your sash, noting the absence of bulges suggesting concealed weapons. Her nostrils flare at an unexpected scent beneath the mildew - sandalwood and burnt cinnamon, like altar incense from her abuela's house.  \n\nFrom the ceiling's shadowed rafters, a voice rasps in accented Mandarin: \"Han princess shouldn't play with steel toys.\" A turbaned figure materializes beside broken celadon shards, holding a jade pendant carved with Sogdian script. \"This contains three hundred li of grazing land north of Tianshan. Yours if...\"  \n\nLuciana's barrel swings toward the new threat. \"Jesus fucking Christ - how many of you are back here?\" Her backup radio crackles uselessly on her belt, drowned by sudden static. The turbaned man extends a preserved scorpion tail curved like a crescent moon. You recognize the poison that left that Uighur dancer floating in Bian Canal last autumn - the same cinnamon scent now permeating the room.",
        "createdAt": 1767950575,
        "userMsg": {
            "msgId": 54609,
            "content": "我乃东华帝君",
            "createdAt": 1767950547
        },
        "chatModelReal": 13,
        "inputToken": 5017,
        "outToken": 925,
        "responseTime": 0,
        "streamTime": 21,
        "isBottom": 0,
        "isWarn": 0
    }
}

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