
Cross-border Murder
by Liu Hong
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Mr. Atsuro Isotani The cold current of Lake Baikal is as sharp as a knife, carrying rough snow dust and dancing wildly on the West Siberian plain. Fields, rivers, grass, trees, and houses are all submerged in a vast sea of white icebergs and snow. The sun was shrouded in clouds, looming, lifeless, and extremely depressing, as if we were in a chaotic world, suffocating and breathless. Tomsk City's landmark building, Tomsk Railway Station. Looking from a distance, this three-story yellow house with a spire looks like a psychedelic castle in the wind and snow, as unreal as a fairy tale. In the evening, an old steam train blew out huge puffs of air and rumbled into the silent Tomsk train station. The hoarse whistle echoed over the vast snowy plains, sounding so sad and sad.
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