
About This Novel
Eleven o'clock noon In that old town that had been eroded by time, Wang Xiaolian lived alone in an old house. Few people come here on weekdays, and there is an unsettling gloominess in the silence. On a seemingly ordinary noon, the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock. That should have been a peaceful daily moment, but it became a turning point in Wang Xiaolian's fate. Wang Xiaolian was found dead in his house, and the scene was a mess. Blood splattered on the old walls, as if silently telling fear. Wang Xiaolian's face was distorted and her death was tragic. Her death revealed a deep despair and panic, as if she had experienced something extremely horrific before her death. The murderer quickly fled the scene after committing the crime without leaving many obvious clues. There were no signs of a struggle, and the property in the home was not looted, making the whole case full of mystery. Wang Xiaolian's interpersonal relationships are complicated. Past emotional entanglements and trivial conflicts in life have all become the fog shrouding this tragedy. The detective faced this difficult case as if he was in a thick darkness and couldn't find the direction to solve the case. Every possible clue was ultimately disproven, and every object of suspicion lacked key evidence. The whole case seems to be trapped in an unsolvable cycle. As time goes by, the eerie atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger, as if the murderer is hiding in every corner of the town, peeping silently. In this seemingly ordinary town, this murder case is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples. The god of death at eleven o'clock at noon brought a fire to this place that was difficult to dispel.
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