From the moment I cried and fell to the ground, the gears of fate had quietly meshed, destined for my extraordinary trajectory. I travel through the rift between yin and yang, on the verge of life and death, and even the impermanence of black and white calls me "little sir". However, this awe was not solely due to my special status in this life - it was not until the passage of time that I suddenly realized that the deep-rooted respect actually pointed to my past life: originating from the ancient times, carrying an ancient destiny deeply buried by the dust of time.
In the abandoned copper mining town, the moment the diesel generator roared to restart, a cold ghost hand was placed on the girl's shoulder. White mist engulfed the street lights, and seven people entered the situation - the mine in 1991 was buried here, and the people who disappeared in 2015 were also buried here. [Smile][Petrochemical]
Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles 🙃 I recommend three detective mystery novels that I like very much to everyone. The first is a masterpiece by the famous Japanese writer Miyuki Miyabu, which is very, very beautiful. The second is a masterpiece by the mystery novelist Chandler, with tight logic. The third is a masterpiece by the famous Japanese mystery novelist Otsuichi. I highly recommend it.