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The Night She Was Locked into the Murder Scene, Her Fingerprints Became
That night, Ji Xiao was locked at the scene of the murder. Her fingertips were stained with blood that did not belong to her. The surveillance system was powered off and there was no one to testify. Only her fingerprints on the murder weapon became the only clue. Ling Xiao, the most cold-blooded trace inspection team leader of the criminal investigation team, his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw her for the first time - that fingerprint was exactly the same as the key evidence of the serial mu
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Deducing the Queen's Counterattack in the Workplace
The wind of late spring carries the sweet fragrance of magnolia flowers, blows through the streets paved with bluestones, and gently hits the red lacquer door of the "Minghui School". Xie Yi was bending down to water the orchids on the windowsill. As soon as his fingertips touched the edge of the pottery pot, he was tickled by a falling magnolia petal. He straightened up and looked at the half-grown children chasing butterflies in the courtyard. The water droplets on his sleeves slid down his bl
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The Moment He Made a Comeback from a Desperate Situation, the Whole Audience Called Him Father
Jiang Lin was once the youngest MVP in the league, but fell off the altar due to a serious injury and was ridiculed as a "has-been hero". Five years later, he returned to the game as a substitute, just to fulfill his promise to his wife who died of illness - to accompany his son to watch a final. And his opponent is the talented young man Shen Li, who is as cold and arrogant as a blade, and vows to prove that he is the new generation king with victory. When Jiang Lin dragged his body and made a
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Black Whistle Wizard
In 2145, the lights of the Newport Star Orbital Space Station fell dimly on the floor of the training hall of the "Star Sharks" basketball team, giving off a greasy sheen. Fan Yuan crouched outside the three-point line and watched the players run back and forth tiredly. The sweat on his forehead slid down his jawline and hit the scratched plastic floor, leaving a small dark mark in an instant.
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After My Desire to Survive Was Full, I Became a God by Relying on the Gentle Scum.
My name is Shangguan Nuo. I am an extremely ordinary junior at Jiangcheng University. I look pretty good. I wear gold-rimmed glasses. I usually speak softly and softly. I don't smoke, drink or fight. In the eyes of my teachers and classmates, I am a standard good student and nerd. Who the hell would have thought that I almost died on the eve of the final exam, and there was not even a scum left behind.
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Crazy Criticism of Top Academics: in Ancient Times, I Relied on the System to Become a God
The cicadas were chirping so loudly that it was as if they were tearing the sky apart. Shen Xiao was lying on the cold desk, with the tip of his pen hanging above the last big question on the answer sheet. The words in front of him suddenly began to twist and overlap. My temples were pulsing, as if a red-hot steel needle was drilling into them. In my ears I could hear the sound of the invigilator's leather shoes pacing back and forth, and the hum of someone's air conditioner outside the window.
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After Reaching the Peak, I Personally Canceled My Account
Ling Ye, who was once hailed as the most undefeated legend in the history of e-sports, personally canceled his account at his peak moment and announced his retirement. However, his old enemy and old friend Lu Yao started a secret live broadcast on the same day and released an undisclosed internal recording of the team. In the recording, Ling Ye's voice was low but firm: "If victory has to come at the cost of losing you, I would rather lose." The two once dominated the professional arena side by
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Dad's Fantasy Mission Log
In 2187, the neon lights in Xingang City were like an overturned palette, dyeing the wet streets colorfully. Fang Han rode a modified floating takeout truck, shuttling between rows of skyscrapers. In addition to lunch boxes, there was also a thermos bottle with a bear pattern in the basket - warm milk for his three-year-old daughter, Xiaoxing.
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Swallowing the Wasteland: I Became a God by Picking up Rubbish in a House Fight
The late autumn night dew condensed in the cracks in the bricks of the palace wall, as cold as broken glass. Huo Xu was wrapped in a half-worn navy blue brocade robe, and the collar was still stained with the fishy smell of lobster from the back alley of the imperial dining room - it was from devouring the lobster shell half an hour ago. At this moment, there was a faint stagnant feeling of flowing chitin under the skin, as if wearing an invisible layer of soft armor. He had just received the ba
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