Library

There is a small town called Rani in the west of Niigata Prefecture. It is close to the sea, but it cannot directly see the sea because of the dense forest surrounding it. Huan is a relatively backward area. There are only a few vending machines in the town, and you still can't choose hot or cold ones. There is a bridge in Huan Town. Under the bridge is a cracked river. There used to be a river flowing to the ocean. But the strange thing is that this dry scene only occurs under the bridge and within a limited area around it. Green farmland has been planted a little further away, which makes the entire bridge look even more desolate. This bridge and the river below are of great significance to the people living in Huan. It divides Huan into two parts, named Shanghuan and Xiahuan according to the height of the terrain.

As we enter the depths of winter, the nights also lengthen. Under the gloomy sky in Tokyo, light snow has been falling for several days, and a rare sub-zero low temperature forecast appeared on TV programs. The Chinese dumpling restaurant on the corner reflected orange lights, and the sliding glass door was blurred by the steaming hot air inside. "Okay, your four portions of boiled dumplings plus two portions of fried dumplings." The proprietress looked at the four young people in front of her with a smile. "Thank you!" The young man with dyed flaxen-blond hair took the plate. He was the liveliest one among the group. He had been making trouble since he walked in. His face was a little red after drinking, and his delicate outline gave people the impression that he was still a high school student.

When Chang Yin and Nan Sheng turned fifteen, their parents returned to Linglong Lane. Yu Liansheng was more than a year younger than them. He would tell Chang Yin and Nan Sheng everything he heard from his father who had studied abroad. His tone was calmer than ordinary children. Chang Yin and Nan Sheng often stared at his shining eyes. The sealed library is in the abandoned building complex behind Nan Sheng's house. The day of the accident was no different from the previous ones. Chang Yin, Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng entered the library smoothly and looked for books to read. Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng watched for a while and started chatting. They were laughing and playing and got a small amount of books, making a lot of noise. Chang Yin was the first to hear the footsteps, and even the always bold Nan Sheng was so scared that he held his breath.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Toko Koike came out of the magazine office. It was midsummer in August, and the bright sunshine swayed in front of her eyes, and she suddenly collapsed. When Tazi woke up, he found a girl squatting next to him. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a pair of cute eyebrows under her shiny black hair. She looked at Tazi with a worried look on her face: "Are you okay? I called you several times but you didn't respond." "It's okay. She must have had heatstroke." Tazi showed a forced smile and said, "Thank you." "I'll help you." The girl pulled her up with some difficulty. Although Tazi repeatedly stated that she was fine on the way, the girl still insisted on sending her home.

"In the end, these green mountains will remember our warmth, and the winter wind will send our thoughts to us in the spring. I hope Matsumoto Shota-kun can live happily in that unknown place to us." After reading this paragraph, the priest in a black coat closed the Bible that was barely used in his hand. He sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and ran to the small SUV parked on the roadside of the mountain. "Thank you all for coming today. Now please follow the car down the mountain. Lunch is ready." A boy who looked like a high school student waved to everyone and shouted loudly, his voice becoming a little confused in the strong wind that blew from time to time. The crowd was bustling and dispersed wider. They each walked towards their cars, and the originally solemn atmosphere became lively.

My name is Tian Tian Mika. Since the pronunciations of Mika and Mikan are very similar, people often call me Mikan. My father worked as an accountant in a canning factory in the town. Every day at dinner time, I would listen to my mother, who worked as a director at a TV station, discuss the news. This had become a family routine. Today is no exception. "Now I feel that I was right not to stay in Tokyo and to go back to my hometown." My mother took a sip of the trout soup and said with lingering fear, "Young people in big cities these days really don't know what they are thinking." "What's wrong?" My father poured some beer into the glass, and his mind seemed not to be on the content of the conversation at all. "Recently, there is a popular organization in Tokyo," my mother said mysteriously. "Some extreme young people gather together to engage in shady things."

There was a freshly prepared lunch on the table, with chicken meatball sauce soup in a blue and white striped bowl. This is Shimizu Anzu's favorite thing. Chicken meatballs with chopped green onions and mushroom stock are cooked together before miso is dissolved into the soup. Also placed in front of her were tuna made with okra and potato as ingredients, and Western-style spring rolls filled with brushed cheese and shrimp, neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate. The TV was tuned to the news channel. The mother across the dining table did not talk to Xing, but stared at the screen intently. Every month, there is only one Sunday in the middle of the month when Xing eats with her mother. On weekdays, she lives with her grandmother in this seaside town in Kamakura, while her mother only comes back once a month because she works as a planner at a radio station in Minato-ku, Tokyo.

The key only turned once and the door opened. Someone was home. Shiina Reijima took off his shoes at the entrance and called home: "I'm back." His mother came out of the kitchen and looked at him doubtfully: "There is no football team training this morning, why are you back?" Reijima answered vaguely, ran to the chair next to the dining table and sat down, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, turned around to find the notepad in the bag, and copied the contents on the paper. "What is that?" It was midsummer, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the mother raised the air conditioner in the room by one degree. She leaned down and looked at her son, who had just entered the fifth grade of elementary school. He was recording something with a serious face, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the pen turned white.

At the turn of summer and autumn, typhoons hit Nagoya as usual. Qingyi High School is located near 2-chome in Mizuho District. It is an old private high school with a good reputation. Four days have passed since Moeko Toi, from Class 2, Class 3, disappeared. According to Moeko's parents, their daughter started acting strange a month ago. Although I had my own ideas before when I was in high school, I would go shopping with my friends on weekends or after club activities, but I would always agree with them in advance, and I would tell them interesting stories about school when I came back. Moeko is a lively girl, and the atmosphere at home becomes warmer and more harmonious because of her.

The story takes place in Shanghai in the 1940s, a place where prosperity, corruption, and luxury coexist, with sinful smiles and vicious plots. Life is like foreign wine in a glass bottle. You have to enjoy it, but you must not get drunk first, because after being drunk, you may never wake up again, and you may never be able to open your eyes and look at the hazy light of the world. The gray sky is brewing with thunderstorms, and the sultry summer heat brings with it a depressing atmosphere. The door of Ruan's house is closed, surrounded by a European-style metal fence with exquisite and intricate carvings of flowers and vines. The surface has just been repainted with a layer of dark gold paint, which is somewhat incompatible with this ancient house. The ivy in the courtyard blocks some of the windows on the second floor.

Stretching out along the coastline on the east side of the Seto Inland Sea, there are several connected towns near Iyo Beach. These small towns are collectively called Wantian. Although they are economically prosperous, they are relatively isolated. Things like witchcraft and demons are still believed by most people. There is a half-built and abandoned railway along Dongwantian. Because Wantian is surrounded by dangerous mountains and ridges, the project had to be put on hold. Legend has it that at the end of the railway is an inexhaustible supply of gold and jewelry. Wantian people have never seen the sun, and the sky above their heads is always cloudy and rainy. Summer and winter take up four-fifths of the whole year. It was summer, and the hot and humid air was filled with the noisy chirping of cicadas.

The interrogation lasted until late at night, and it was almost early in the morning before Tobirama had dinner. She took a few sips of ramen, turned over the information in front of her with chopsticks, and started reading with the corners of her lips curled up. "According to Chiba, there was no one in the house when he entered. When he went downstairs, he heard screaming and turned back. On the way, he was caught by the police who rushed up. After that, a strangled female body appeared in the house. The murder weapon was a telephone wire, and Chiba's fingerprints were also on it..." Tojama rolled his eyes and started thinking. "The screamer was a woman who lived with the deceased. She felt strange noises in her sleep and found the body when she woke up. According to the inference of the search lesson, Chiba did not know that the deceased lived with someone else. After killing the person, he hurried downstairs. Hearing the scream, he thought the person was not dead, so he turned back. He happened to be caught by the police."

In the past few days, Shiguro Hayakawa has refrained from smoking at home, and even washed clothes in advance that were going to be piled up until the weekend, all for a special reason: because she lives in her own home. The first time I met her was probably five days ago. It was around seven o'clock in the evening, and the day was about to end. Hayakawa bought a bento at a convenience store and then hid in a nearby alley to smoke. When the cigarette was about to be finished, Hayakawa turned his head and glanced into the alley, and was shocked to find her lying on the ground. She was wearing an apricot-colored dress, and there was a half-dried blood clot on her head, while fresh red blood kept pouring out. Hayakawa immediately held her in his arms and hailed a taxi. Because there was a large general hospital nearby, he did not call the emergency call.

It was rare for the sun to shine in Libei Town on this day, but the gloom in Feng Zhen's heart became increasingly intense. He was driving to Libei Police Station. This was his first time setting foot on the land here. "Hello, I am Feng Zhen transferred from Xia Chuan." He pushed open the rusty metal door with some disgust and greeted politely. There are only about six work tables in the small space, and they are all occupied by men. They are slumped on the tables. A middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and a round head looked over following the voice: "Come in, I am Director Qiang Guang. On the first day, I will familiarize myself with the familiar environment. The desk next to me will be used." After he finished speaking, he pointed to Feng Zhen and arranged the desks. "We will work in groups here, two people in a group, you and Yin Gu." "I heard that you arrested the wrong person and brutally interrogated you before you were transferred here? Don't hold me back."

Hana Kotani and Kanade Ryota graduated from an art university in Kanagawa a year ago. Although they majored in directing, there are very few people who can actually work as directors after graduation. Both Hana and Ryota, who formed a film shooting team in college, are well aware of this. After graduation, the two of them went to live in Tokyo with three or four friends from the same school. This place was different from the small town in their hometown. Whenever the windows were opened, light would shine into the house. However, the lighting in this building was not like the morning sun at all and could not bring any warmth. Fortunately, the room was decorated very warmly. The curtains were made of soft cotton with a simple blue and white plaid pattern. As long as the curtains were drawn, it was a world of their own.

It was almost six o'clock when Natsuo Heda arrived at the scene of the incident, and it was already mostly dark. He was accompanied by his colleague Taisuke Noguchi, a police officer from the Investigation Division. The deceased was a single male Ichiro Inoue who lived on the fourth floor of this luxury apartment. His neighbor found the door of Inoue's house open when he went out for a morning run. After shouting several times without getting a response from the door, he entered the house to check. That's when he discovered Inoue's body and quickly called the police. Before Xia Xu woke up, she squinted her eyes because of the sleepiness. She had already completed the fingerprint collection work at the scene. She took a short rest and listened to Taifu and the team leader who had just arrived to introduce the situation.

Ichitoyama Eita suddenly decided to move away from Yamanashi last week, and he was ready to kill that person. In the photo, the woman with a slightly bulging belly is being led by a strong man, choosing cakes together. Although her face is a bit blurry, the smile at the corner of the man's mouth is movingly highlighted. He is his target, his former high school classmate Shinichi Buzono.

Two months ago, when the pink and white cherry blossom petals were sweeping across the Meguro River, I became Shoko Watanabe's fourth husband. After living to the age of thirty-nine, he finally said goodbye to his dilapidated single apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo and moved into Shoko's high-end villa near Ginza. Shoko is eleven years older than me, and her son is in his second year at Tama Art University. Her first husband was sent to work in Ghana and died of an illness a few months later. Her next two partners were all interested in her money.

That lazy and slightly greedy voice sounded in the empty apartment. Asahina closed her eyes and stretched out her arms to stretch her body. The thin white quilt was rolled up and made a rustling sound. Asahina frowned slightly and shook his head along with the music. The afternoon sun covered his eyelids wantonly, and a sultry crimson color floated in his mind. When the song "Supersonic" was halfway through, Asahina suddenly woke up while lying in bed, and he realized that this psychedelic tune was his cell phone ringtone. "Hello." Asahina saw that the caller was her boss and immediately frowned in frustration. He sat up straight and tried his best to sound energetic, but unfortunately his slightly hoarse voice was full of fatigue.

Aoki Renkyo propped his head with one hand and looked out. The hands of his watch had already turned to half past seven in the evening. The teacher pointed at the formula on the blackboard and told him several times before announcing that he could rest. Ren Jing only entered the second year of high school this year. If his parents hadn't been nagging him about going to higher school, he would never have attended this special evening tutoring class. Logically speaking, the students who can enter this special entrance class are top students in various colleges and universities, but situations like this often happen. "Three pineapple buns and two cans of orange juice. Hey, Eri, what do you want?" A girl with a neat ponytail turned to ask her companion while putting a banknote into the hand of a girl with short hair.