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Diamond Murder
General Fiction钻石谋杀案
(english) J. S. Fletcher
An elderly man dies mysteriously at home, and Lauriston, the young man who first discovered the body, becomes the main suspect. As the investigation progresses, the case becomes more confusing: new victims appear one after another, and an orange-yellow diamond worth 80,000 pounds and a large amount of cash mysteriously disappear. Two Chinese with braids and a Japanese came into the police sight. Who is the real murderer behind the scenes? How should Lauriston prove his innocence?
An elderly man dies mysteriously at home, and Lauriston, the young man who first discovered the body, becomes the main suspect. As the investigation progresses, the case becomes more confusing: new victims appear one after another, and an orange-yellow diamond worth 80,000 pounds and a large amount of cash mysteriously disappear. Two Chinese with braids and a Japanese came into the police sight. Who is the real murderer behind the scenes? How should Lauriston prove his innocence?

Mazarov Murder Case
General Fiction马扎罗夫谋杀案
(english) J. S. Fletcher
Mr. Salim Mazarov is an informal and generous traveler. He traveled far and wide, often taking out diamonds from his jacket pockets in public places and talking to people like a farmer showing off grains of wheat. Until one day, he was finally found dead in a "den of thieves" in the wilderness of northern England. This was clearly a robbery-murder, possibly the work of a homeless man, or a well-planned crime. But the most puzzling thing is that he left all his inheritance to me, Melvin Holt, whom he had only known for less than a few months. When the suspicious eyes of the police and greedy coveters approach at the same time, is this huge inheritance falling from the sky a blessing or a curse?
Mr. Salim Mazarov is an informal and generous traveler. He traveled far and wide, often taking out diamonds from his jacket pockets in public places and talking to people like a farmer showing off grains of wheat. Until one day, he was finally found dead in a "den of thieves" in the wilderness of northern England. This was clearly a robbery-murder, possibly the work of a homeless man, or a well-planned crime. But the most puzzling thing is that he left all his inheritance to me, Melvin Holt, whom he had only known for less than a few months. When the suspicious eyes of the police and greedy coveters approach at the same time, is this huge inheritance falling from the sky a blessing or a curse?