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Eleven O'clock Noon
Mystery中午十一点
Chen Yumei
Eleven o'clock noon In that old town that had been eroded by time, Wang Xiaolian lived alone in an old house. Few people come here on weekdays, and there is an unsettling gloominess in the silence. On a seemingly ordinary noon, the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock. That should have been a peaceful daily moment, but it became a turning point in Wang Xiaolian's fate. Wang Xiaolian was found dead in his house, and the scene was a mess. Blood splattered on the old walls, as if silently telling fear. Wang Xiaolian's face was distorted and her death was tragic. Her death revealed a deep despair and panic, as if she had experienced something extremely horrific before her death. The murderer quickly fled the scene after committing the crime without leaving many obvious clues. There were no signs of a struggle, and the property in the home was not looted, making the whole case full of mystery. Wang Xiaolian's interpersonal relationships are complicated. Past emotional entanglements and trivial conflicts in life have all become the fog shrouding this tragedy. The detective faced this difficult case as if he was in a thick darkness and couldn't find the direction to solve the case. Every possible clue was ultimately disproven, and every object of suspicion lacked key evidence. The whole case seems to be trapped in an unsolvable cycle. As time goes by, the eerie atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger, as if the murderer is hiding in every corner of the town, peeping silently. In this seemingly ordinary town, this murder case is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples. The god of death at eleven o'clock at noon brought a fire to this place that was difficult to dispel.
Eleven o'clock noon In that old town that had been eroded by time, Wang Xiaolian lived alone in an old house. Few people come here on weekdays, and there is an unsettling gloominess in the silence. On a seemingly ordinary noon, the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock. That should have been a peaceful daily moment, but it became a turning point in Wang Xiaolian's fate. Wang Xiaolian was found dead in his house, and the scene was a mess. Blood splattered on the old walls, as if silently telling fear. Wang Xiaolian's face was distorted and her death was tragic. Her death revealed a deep despair and panic, as if she had experienced something extremely horrific before her death. The murderer quickly fled the scene after committing the crime without leaving many obvious clues. There were no signs of a struggle, and the property in the home was not looted, making the whole case full of mystery. Wang Xiaolian's interpersonal relationships are complicated. Past emotional entanglements and trivial conflicts in life have all become the fog shrouding this tragedy. The detective faced this difficult case as if he was in a thick darkness and couldn't find the direction to solve the case. Every possible clue was ultimately disproven, and every object of suspicion lacked key evidence. The whole case seems to be trapped in an unsolvable cycle. As time goes by, the eerie atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger, as if the murderer is hiding in every corner of the town, peeping silently. In this seemingly ordinary town, this murder case is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples. The god of death at eleven o'clock at noon brought a fire to this place that was difficult to dispel.

The Jade Flute Still Blows
General Fiction玉箫残吹
Chen Yumei
Twenty years ago, the Imperial Demon Sect rose up in Beiman Mountain, openly confronting the righteous way of martial arts in the Central Plains, and the world was filled with bloodshed. Nangong Qingtian, the old owner of the Nangong family, led the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains and the elites of the Nine Sects to the north to Mang Mountain and fought bloody battles for seven days, finally annihilating the Imperial Sect in one fell swoop. Its leader Nie Wanhuang was also jointly killed by the righteous men in that battle. Ji Ruhui is one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains. He just rushed back to Shiling from Cangzhou that day. Ji Ruhui went to Cangzhou to attend Mo Yimang's funeral. Mo Yimang was also one of the Thirteen Swordsmen, but he died. In the past three months, seven of the Thirteen Musketeers have died unexpectedly, and all of them died of poisoning.
Twenty years ago, the Imperial Demon Sect rose up in Beiman Mountain, openly confronting the righteous way of martial arts in the Central Plains, and the world was filled with bloodshed. Nangong Qingtian, the old owner of the Nangong family, led the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains and the elites of the Nine Sects to the north to Mang Mountain and fought bloody battles for seven days, finally annihilating the Imperial Sect in one fell swoop. Its leader Nie Wanhuang was also jointly killed by the righteous men in that battle. Ji Ruhui is one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains. He just rushed back to Shiling from Cangzhou that day. Ji Ruhui went to Cangzhou to attend Mo Yimang's funeral. Mo Yimang was also one of the Thirteen Swordsmen, but he died. In the past three months, seven of the Thirteen Musketeers have died unexpectedly, and all of them died of poisoning.