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Frozen to Death
In the cold winter of 1998, Cui Shengli, a worker at a paper mill in Linhe City, dug out a female body in an ice canal - 24-year-old Li Yuanyuan, the daughter of a wealthy local businessman. She disappeared for a month and reappeared in the most brutal way. Interpol Zhou Haiping took over the case and found that the deceased had been sexually assaulted, his hands were tied, and his neck was strangled with a belt. The frozen corpse had its eyes open in the ice. As the investigation deepens, the l
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White Night Mystery
In the summer of 1998, a female corpse floated from the Qingjiang moat. Interpol Yan Ke discovered the Shanghai brand watch on her wrist at the scene - "678" was engraved on the back of the dial. In the same river eight years ago, another female corpse was wearing a watch engraved with "245". The two cases were separated by more than a thousand days and nights, but they overlapped surprisingly in details. That case has not yet been solved, and the person in charge was Yan Ke's transferred master
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The Truth in the Folds
On the early morning of the summer solstice in 1997, the body of a young woman wearing a red shirt emerged from the green water plant bushes. Nineteen-year-old Zhou Fengying died - eyes closed, curled up, with a thin silver ring on her ring finger. No one knows what she went to town to buy yesterday afternoon, and no one can tell why she sank into this unnamed drainage ditch. Grassroots policeman Li Jianguo saw the shadow of his dead sister on the face of the corpse, while veteran detective Chen
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Silent Confession
1998, Tong County. An unknown female corpse was found in a remote drainage ditch. Her skin was as gray as faded plaster. Her whole body had been washed repeatedly, but there were some dark brown marks left between her fingernails. Lin Mo, a criminal psychology profiler from the provincial department, took the initiative to invite Ying to come to this small town. He read the murderer's language in the silent posture of the corpse: he was thirty to forty-five years old, had a stable job, and his a
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Rusty River Traceback
In 1993, a female body was found on top of the water tower of the old alkali plant. Twelve-year-old Sun Jianguo was the first person to see her, and detective Feng Du was the first person to come to her. Who the dead man was, where he came from, how he got up there - no one knew. The county is so big, but there are more than one missing people. Feng Du searched for the answer on the rusty iron ladder and in the hearts of silent people, but found that with every step he took, the truth took a st
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Pingcheng Sin Road
In the winter of 2003, Pingcheng, an old industrial base in Northeast China. In search of his missing brother, laid-off worker Fang Yuan accidentally uncovered a serial murder and corpse-eating case. In the process of tracing the truth, he discovered that the murderer was not a simple pervert. Behind him was a shocking secret that spanned twenty years and involved the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, asset embezzlement and human relations murders. And he himself will eventually have to
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Koi Milk Bag Three and a Half Year Old Netherworld Ghost King Moaned
Transformed into the cannon fodder little scourge in ancient sadistic novels, the whole family is exiled, and heavy rain pours into the imperial mausoleum. The little dumpling was so hungry that he cried, and his tears turned into golden peas when they fell to the ground. The heavy rain suddenly stopped, and the victims knelt down and shouted for the birth of the koi. She looked up in confusion and found that the whole family could actually hear her voice. My parents spent the whole night studyi
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Oral Narration of the Dead
I could hear the last memories of the dead, but I became the only suspect in the murder. While escaping, the newly deceased whispered: "The next target is you." The shadows copying my talent are approaching step by step, and my only ally is actually the soul of the dead who has just been profiled.
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Life-Threatening
The fate of a local chronicle compiler and a mad temple keeper of a century-old empress temple are intertwined because of a red rope. Together, they uncover a secret history of women's blood and tears buried by clan ethics. This is a "new rural magical realism" novel about memory and forgetting, discipline and madness, fertility worship and female suffering.
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Split the Qin Dynasty: Bluestone as an Official
Under the strict Qin laws, Han Qi, a junior official, accidentally killed his colleague. When escorting the book-burning order, he personally experienced the Confucian disaster, and his loyalty was tortured by blood and fire. When the sand dunes changed suddenly, he took Fusu's orphan and the fragments of ancient books to the east, planting the spark of civilization in the ashes of the empire.
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Urban Mystery Case Record
An old detective and a new forensic doctor team up to travel through urban mysteries. Underneath the clues are the abyss of human nature and the echoes of the times. Behind the bizarre cases, only logic and justice can reveal the coldest warmth.
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Retired Champion Forced to Open Business
Three years ago, he was the undefeated legend "Star Track" who retired with regret due to a bizarre defeat. Three years later, in order to repay a huge debt, he anonymously joined a women's team as a sparring partner. Everyone laughed at him as a "vases coach" until his casually adjusted tactics swept the professional leagues. While his former opponents were speculating on his identity, he looked at the team boss—— "Lord Creditor, is it fun to pretend you don't know me?" "Of course it's interest
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Prisoners of Identity
During the coal mine explosion, I assumed the identity of a dead co-worker. He used his identity to obtain compensation, but was involved in a murder case that spanned twenty years. The real murderer was staring at me in the dark, but the mother of the deceased regarded me as her biological son. As she tremblingly pulled out her son's childhood photos— The child in the photo is actually the father who "died long ago" in my memory.
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