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A Cup of Tea for Half a Day Can Hide Three Thousand Volumes of Mysteries
There is an inconspicuous small teahouse on the West Street of Beijing. The proprietress Shen Qingci is good at making good tea, but few people know that she was once the daughter of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River. After her family was ruined, she kept her name anonymous. The guests who come to drink tea every day are from all walks of life, and the bits and pieces of information leaked in the chat can be spelled out by her fingers the undercurrents of the court. Until the acc
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The Perfect Crime Guide
This is an anonymous online forum with not many posts, but each post is very long. The poster IDs vary, but the content has a common theme: how to commit the perfect crime.
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Mortal Immortality Curse
Three hundred years ago, he was an orphan who rummaged through the clothes of dead people in a mass grave in Qingzhou in exchange for coins. He has no name, no origin, and he doesn't even know who his biological parents are. When Lin Jiuxiao, the outer elder of the Cangwu Sect, picked him up in a mass grave, he was squatting next to a stinking corpse, carefully untying the deceased's belt buckle - it had a piece of broken silver the size of a fingernail embedded on it.
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Punishment for the Pursuer
Seven years. He still lives in the same place - the 21st floor of Wangjiang Apartment. The window of the master bedroom can just see the Criminal Investigation Corps building on the other side of the river. When choosing this house, Lin Wanqiu stood on the balcony, pointed to the other side of the river and said that it was close to your work and would be convenient for coming back after working overtime. Their daughter, who had just turned three, was playing with blocks on the living room floor
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Strange Sounds in the Middle of the Night: the Curse of Soul Resurrection Alley
The Huihun Alley at the end of the old street, which has been sealed for twenty years, recently heard the sound of coffin boards being knocked on in the middle of the night. Newspaper reporter Ye Qingzhu sneaked into the alley to investigate urban ghost stories and found that everyone who heard the sound would have an old item in their home that did not belong to them, and then the people would start talking nonsense. The old-fashioned radio in her hand suddenly turned on automatically at three
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