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Writing for newcomers to test the water + writing for combat practice A story about a little wolf boy picked up from the mountains, who grew up with the army and became a killer. Later, he got tired of people and returned to the mountains. The full text is completed. I'm asking for criticism and advice. The number of words is very small, so you can just read it~

A hundred years ago, a sacred stone descended from heaven and a monument was erected, revealing the infinite mysteries of heaven. A hundred years later, the underground palace appeared and stirred up trouble again, attracting countless heroes to their knees. Li Ling, a down-and-out prince from his hometown of Nanping, was unintentionally caught up in a blood feud conspiracy. Later, the blood sword appears, the underground palace opens, the mystery of the Nine Swords, the Book of Heaven is hidden, the situation in Kyushu changes dramatically, heroes compete, the righteous way and the evil way each show their abilities! Between good and evil, let's see how Li Ling chooses to become a legend in Kyushu.

She liked cheese, so she even changed her name to cheese. She wanted to build her own cheese restaurant, which she finally realized. He hated cheese the most in his life, but he never expected that he would form an indissoluble bond with cheese after meeting someone. I thought that my life would go on like this by studying delicious food and discovering desserts every day. Unexpectedly, he reappeared in his girlhood. Due to various entanglements, the two of them decided that they were in love and thought that they had a successful relationship. Unexpectedly, they were doomed to have a troubled relationship...

Xu Yingxi was framed. Her ex-fiancé swore to God: "Your pockmarked face makes me sick to my stomach. If I marry you, I will die!" Everyone said that Xu Yingxi was ugly and faceless, but many years later, Xu Yingxi returned domineeringly, with a small face as white as snow. How can she still look the same as before? The ex-fiancé who originally vowed to fight to the death to refuse to marry Xu Yingxi knelt in front of her: "I was wrong, I swore that I only love you, otherwise the sky would strike with lightning!" Xu Yingxi despised: "You should have been struck to death by lightning!" The ex-fiancé gritted his teeth, thinking that Xu Yingxi was a dragster and would have a hard time getting married in her life, but she didn't expect that big bosses from all sides kept showing love, but she was pushed back by one person. Everyone was shocked to find out that Xu Yingxi had already been in love with Mr. Fu and had given birth to two genius babies, a boy and a girl! Xu Yingxi: "It's true that you are the father of the child, but I didn't say I would marry you!" Fu Jingyuan: "Honey, I was wrong!"

Recording moods, venting emotions, one's life will eventually move forward step by step with difficulty...

Billionaires, thousands of beauties, money, power, everything! Jiang Feng received the unique inheritance of the Zhenwu Holy Sect and became the savior of Chinese medicine, a business tycoon, and a genius in cultivating immortals, and he was world-famous!

*Short story, BE "Classmate, how do you solve this question?" You Sheng looked up, intending to tease him, but was stunned when he saw the person. There are several big characters on the school sign: Xia Chi, Class A, Grade 2 Xia Chi, Yusheng's class is number one in physics. And now he was seriously looking for Yu Sheng with a set of competition physics problems in his hand. Seeing that she remained silent, he simply changed his title. "Wannian Er, can you do this?" You have to know how to do this! You Sheng originally thought that she would hate Xia Chi for the rest of her life. As it turns out, Xia Chi is her apprentice "E" in the game! Damn it, I can't continue to hate him now. Only then did she realize that Xia Chi was not that annoying. As a result, Xia Chi was about to die. When he was a sophomore in high school and entering his senior year, seventeen-year-old You Sheng fell in love with seventeen-year-old Xia Chi. September 22, 11:58 pm. Eighteen-year-old You Sheng is convinced that he is in love with seventeen-year-old Xia Chi. Xia Chi was a young man who had helped her overcome her fear of marriage. She once told her sister that she would never marry unless she was Xia Chi. At the age of twenty-nine, You Sheng is getting married. But the groom is not Xia Chi. "I am just a passer-by in his life, one of the stars in the sky." "But he said that I was the most dazzling, lighting up every night when he couldn't see his fingers."

[Young and calm Long Ruiyin VS Affectionate Li San] [Excellent novel + realistic romance + urban + growth + sourness] They are childhood sweethearts, and she has always liked him silently with the pure and flawless feelings of a girl. However, he inadvertently ignored her feelings and fell in love with someone else. His wedding hurt her, but she smiled and blessed him, and then walked away. When she saw him again, he was dying. All entanglements of love and hate turned into snow, accumulated, and then melted...

Humanity's understanding of itself is as small and poorly understood as its understanding of the universe. Female agent Guan Qing has been sleeping very poorly during this period, and it is difficult to fall asleep. Even when she does fall asleep, she will have strange nightmares and wake up immediately. She knew that this was related to the last case she handled. It was a case about memory. An ambitious man tries to use nanorobots to control people's memories. She solved the case, but part of her memory was deleted by the murderer. Before that, she had always believed that memory should be like a liquid, and that various memories would be mixed together after being poured into the brain, like water of different colors. However, when she lost part of her memory, she discovered that there were clear boundaries between different memories.

As soon as the police car approached the crime scene, heavy rain followed. The raindrops hit the tall trees in Mingcheng Hibiscus Park with lightning speed, making an annoying crackling sound. Late at night, there are few street lights on the remote paths in the park. The places where the light does not reach are as dark as mines, and it is almost impossible to see. Beside a flower stand in Hibiscus Park, a young man trembled and bowed, opening his sportswear like a bird spreading its wings to cover something underneath him. His appearance was tense, scary and slightly funny. This is the first sudden heavy rain in early summer this year. The man went out for a run every night, originally to keep himself clean, but who knew he would encounter something like this. Fortunately, he brought his mobile phone with him and called the police. He shook off the raindrops hanging from his hair, and then bowed forward with difficulty, making his body form a small dome, trying not to let the rain damage the scene.

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

It was August in Kunming when "shadow writer" Ge Yancheng received the evidence that would disappear naturally. Ge Yancheng is a master screenwriter and has produced several TV dramas that have received good responses. However, even though thousands of viewers face his works every day, laughing and scolding them, they are unaware of his existence. Therefore, Ge Yancheng called himself a "shadow writer". This job brought Ge Yancheng a decent income, but there was always something pressing in his heart, vague and apprehensive. In addition, Ge Yancheng also likes to read detective novels, and has written a few short stories when his hands were itchy. Although he is not famous in the mystery world, writing mystery novels has gradually become a kind of psychological comfort.

It's time to tell the story of forensic doctor Lu Hong. At this time she was rushing to a crime scene. The city had fallen asleep, and the noise gradually stopped. As he walked, Lu Hong discerned a sound from the increasingly thick silence. She had not heard of this voice for a long time. That's the sound of crickets. It's not that it's hard to hear crickets chirping in the city, but that this chirping has left a deep mark on Lu Hong's psychology. The cry was far away, hiding in a certain place, very weak, but never stopping. The police car that Lu Hong was riding in was like a night walker on the road, moving quickly and quietly.

The case occurred 59 years after today. Early one morning in winter. The location is still our planet. 59 Years later, you and I may still be alive. When the time comes, don't forget to turn on the TV and watch the final verdict of this case together. It was almost dawn, and Detective Luo Dan of the Criminal Investigation Division stayed awake all night. He is bored. The word boredom is the equivalent of suicide for an agent. In recent years, due to the rapid development of science and technology, the level of technical identification has increased dramatically, and solving crimes has become an experiment. In addition, the government has strengthened its precautions against terrorists. Satellite surveillance cameras have been installed on every street corner and on every floor. Even in the park where trees are intertwined, tiny cameras disguised as leaves or buds are hung on trees every few meters.

Female agent Zang Yang was lying flat on an interrogation table, holding half a piece of paper in her left hand and holding a gun in her right hand, with the muzzle pointing at her head. She raised her face, the surroundings were as silent as the empty universe, and she could clearly hear the beating drums in her temples. The gurgling flow of blood reminded her of the womb, a soft and safe place. At this time, she felt like she was lying in her mother's belly. Unfortunately, as the baby moves toward new life, she moves toward death. Just five seconds ago, when Zang Yang raised his gun, the noise outside the door quickly went through a process from loud to quiet. Cars roared past like beasts, and the whispers of colleagues fell like heavy rain... Five seconds later, when she was completely "immersed" in suicide, these sounds turned into the fading rock music played by the DJ, weakening little by little, until they disappeared into silence. Her left hand let go, and the paper flew down.

The dark blue rectangular clock in the empty central square is eighty meters high and one hundred meters wide. The clock face is translucent, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, and looks like glass. The wind blew, and the clock swayed with the wind, and the time displayed on it also swung: 10:35. At the top of the time flashes the date: December 27, 4,319,999,999. A little girl in her teens, wearing a white helmet, a light yellow T-shirt and a short skirt, wearing pink roller skates, her head slightly tilted forward, her hands behind her back, skillfully passed through the middle of the clock face. At the moment she passed through, the time was exactly 10:35. The girl's light yellow clothes overlap with the blue clock face, turning into a lovely olive green.

One phoenix and one phoenix, incomparable. The rivers and lakes are deserted, and the king does not see the king.

After three years, Xie Bai returned to school for his sophomore year of high school and found out that Jiang Ling was his classmate? ! ?

This man has passed away from this world, but his soul will live on forever. The lack of people in Jushengyuan is that soul listeners are not well-known among people. Of course, rather than saying this, it is better to say that soul listeners are not a well-known profession. "Can you hear the voices of the dead?" Queru is occasionally asked on the Internet by people who know his professional name. "What you are actually trying to say is that you are a charlatan, right?" To judge a living person's psychology, of course, you have to rely on a psychologist, who can infer people's innermost thoughts based on their external behaviors. But for the dead - for the mind or soul, only the soul listener can detect the secrets buried deep in the heart.

He likes tattoos. Touch it on the smooth skin, and a stream of clear smoke will rise up, with a slight itch in the sting, bringing out a touch of hallucination. One blue dot follows another, and at first the whole pattern is not visible, just some broken dots. But he is very patient, one dot after another, and sooner or later a pattern will magically appear on the skin, showing his unique and thoughtful approach. It's a pity that he is now in prison and unable to use his fists. He was sentenced to death with a two-year suspended sentence. So, he used homemade blue potion to give tattoos to the inmates when he was taking a break or taking a break from work. Du Wen is in a place on the body that is covered by clothes, a place that no third person knows except him and the tattooed person.

It's time to tell the story of forensic doctor Lu Hong. At this time she was rushing to a crime scene. The city had fallen asleep, and the noise gradually stopped. As he walked, Lu Hong discerned a sound from the increasingly thick silence. She had not heard of this voice for a long time. That's the sound of crickets. It's not that it's hard to hear crickets chirping in the city, but that this chirping has left a deep mark on Lu Hong's psychology. The cry was far away, hiding in a certain place, very weak, but never stopping. The police car that Lu Hong was riding in was like a night walker on the road, moving quickly and quietly.

August 8, 2012 The nursing home where Mary Green works is very close to the house where Edward and Dorethy used to live. When Edward drove to the nursing home, he would inevitably pass by their former "home". After only a few days of neglect, this small building full of life was covered with withering and decay. The ivy on the exterior wall and the roses in the garden looked like they were infected with insect diseases. The leaves were yellowing and the petals were withered, as if winter had come early. Dorece used to care most about these flowers and plants, treating them like pets.

In order to find out the truth, Edward decided to visit Mary, the mother of his ex-wife Doris. Unexpectedly, Doris is not Mary's biological daughter! Mary also told Edward that Doris's life experience was related to the smooth implementation of the "Wild Wolf Project". In order to find out the specific content of this mysterious "Wild Wolf Plan", Edward followed the mafia leader Roy Bass. Unexpectedly, while following, he accidentally discovered a woman who looked exactly like Doris... On August 9, 2012, Edward drove his car slowly through a darkly lit neighborhood. On the roadside, young women wearing revealing short skirts were wandering in groups. If they see a car that is deliberately slowing down, they will bend over to talk. The woman's eyes lacked the usual scattered and charming look, but became more cautious and vigilant.

In the mainland of China, the forces of righteousness are at their peak, especially led by Xuanzong, Wujingtian, and Buddhism. In Yunchen, an ordinary wanderer was able to enter the Taoist practice by chance, but due to a grudge, he was eventually expelled from the school. After that, Yun Chen set foot in the human world to assist the Lord of the Ming Dynasty, defend against foreign enemies, fight against demons, and resist the power of heaven, and finally became proud of the world and achieved the supreme reputation of the emperor of the human race. From then on, the name of Emperor Yun was so powerful that it filled the entire world, and I was the only one in the Three Realms!

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

The night is darker than ink. The headlights emitted two sword-like rays of light, cutting through the winding mountain road. Female reporter Liu Qi sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt tightly, and supported the front of the police car with both hands to keep it steady. Gao Yi, the chief of the Criminal Investigation Department, held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes were red and protruding, and he was almost in a state of madness. Yes, they were racing, but not for the sake of being cool, but chasing a red Ferrari. Location: Xishan on the outskirts of the city. The mountain road has many twists and turns and is steep. It's exciting to hike through the mountains in the dark. However, such stimulation is too much to bear. I saw the Ferrari running towards the top of the mountain. It was a dead end and there was no way to escape. The foot of the mountain looks dark and empty, hiding the vast Dianchi Lake, which is five hundred miles away. A sea of ​​lights loomed far to the northeast.

At 9 o'clock that night, the down-and-out poet Qiu Tian stumbled forward and came across a telephone pole covered with colorful advertisements. He raised his hand to hug it and touched it, muttering to himself: "Why has the bulletin board become thinner?" Two boys He was riding a skateboard, wearing a cultural shirt and wide denim shorts. He laughed loudly and said loudly: "Hey, look! He's almost drunk." After saying that, he jumped past Qiu Tian like two happy flying fish in the sea. The poor poet Qiu Tian didn't know that he was being pointed at, so he looked up to find out who was drunk. It didn't matter if he raised his head, the only blood in his body could no longer flow to his brain, causing his eyes to darken and he sat down on the ground. After adapting for a while, Qiu Tian finally opened his eyes. It didn't matter that he opened it, he saw the sky. The sky was dark, dotted with some twinkling stars, like a drunken man smashing the sky.

At this time, when you turn this page, it is equivalent to sitting across from me and listening to my story. Two wine glasses were placed between us. Your glass is full. Mine is always empty. You asked me: "Since the wine glasses are placed, why don't you drink?" I said: "To save." "Save what?" You asked curiously. "Rescue a memory about murder." You smiled, thinking I was joking. I laughed too and immediately told you the story of the murder. Before the murder, I heard a voice: "Gosh!"

At six o'clock this morning, on the top of a mountain on the edge of the city, there was a "ruby" shining brightly and dimly. Fire! "Everyone who saw it woke up and shouted, panicked and picked up the phone to call the police. The hut stood on the top of a bare cliff. The wind was fierce. Fortunately, the fire was controlled and did not spread to the city below the mountain. The silence was more terrifying than the noise. Everyone was waiting for the moment when the beams collapsed, which was the last arrogance of the flames. The strong wind piled up the clouds into a surging vortex, covering them up. Light rain began to fall from the sky. "Boom! "At the moment of the huge thunder, the beams collapsed and the fire weakened. Several wisps of black smoke rose up like the soul of the house and escaped into the sky. Several weak small fires were scattered in disorder, but they were no longer powerful. Just as the fire fighters breathed a sigh of relief, heavy rain poured down.

Every carefully planned murder has unspeakable killing intent. Master Ikkyu, a Japanese Buddhist monk, once said a Zen saying: "It is easy to enter the Buddhist world, but difficult to enter the demonic world." What does this sentence mean? I can tell you the name of the murderer before this story begins. However, we still don't know what kind of "murderous intention" is hidden in the murderer's heart. As the saying goes, lay down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Sometimes, it's harder to lift the butcher's knife than to put it down. The reason why people raise the knife is because they cannot let go of the "murderous intention" in their hearts. In the world of detectives, it is not difficult to analyze a case with clear texture. However, trying to detect the murderer's murderous intention is like exploring the most unfathomable strait in the world. Because you are exploring the human heart. In this story, the person who cannot let go of his murderous intention is called "Lin Xi".

Before Paul Mankel was arrested on August 7, 2012, the public had various speculations about him. Because he used the "Jack the Ripper" method of committing crimes, people generally thought that he was a tall, strong and fierce man. However, when Edward escorted him out of the hotel room where he was hiding, the media was in an uproar. He is short and thin, only 1.60 Meters tall, and has a lewd gaze. When he raises his eyes to look at people, people always think of a timid mouse and want to slap him. However, it was he who continued the cruel methods of "Jack the Ripper" and killed four women who were all taller than him. Today, sitting in front of Edward and Duncan in the visiting room, Paul Mankel was as wretched as ever, although he had some wrinkles.

Whether it is landscape or humanities, behind the tranquility is probably the hard work of natural selection. The twists and turns of time embrace, and gradually form an extraordinary momentum, shaping the mountains and rivers, and shaping the hearts of the people. --"The Power of Silence" When you are alive, you can be close to the land. This is the blessing of life. The characteristics of plants in life require the nourishment of the land. Who knows whether he was a wheat plant or a poplar tree in his previous life? --"The Wheat Turns Yellow" Regardless of wind, frost, rain, snow, spring, summer, autumn, or winter, in cities, villages, or wilderness ravines, trees survive in a standing posture, without pride or fear. Standing is a way of life. Standing shoulder to shoulder with a tree, no matter when and where, your body and mind are united, you strive upward without being humble, and you are high-spirited between heaven and earth. You will surely have deep roots and luxuriant leaves, showing your full splendor of life. --"Near the Trees"

Han Lie's masterpiece "Hell Fire Lies Sky Zihua" pierces the darkness and dawn comes! Forensic evidence collection and police case investigation are combined, and technological examination and traditional reasoning are integrated. Justice, love, interests. How many sins have been committed in your name. Under the hustle and bustle of Shanghai, darkness also follows. A serial murder case has been dormant for four years, causing trouble again. New friends and old friends? The pleasant vacation comes to an abrupt end, suicide and murder? In the past, a neighbor died suddenly. What was right and wrong? A "love-stealing game" takes away the lives of two players. Is it justice or evil? Shot at night, filled with blood, is it true love or a disease? An unknown corpse, an old letter, and the massacre of a family that had been buried in the dust for several years revealed a corner of the truth. Lian Mo stood in the gap in time and saw the clear division between light and darkness, and the overlapping identities of survivors and forensic doctors. The suspect is ready to be revealed, but the evidence is sparse. They are struggling with speculation and indirect evidence. Use scientific testing to get clues; rely on criminal investigation reasoning to solve many mysteries. Even if the night is endless and the hellfire is fierce, she remains determined.

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

The dark moon kills people on a night, and the wind blows high and sets people on fire. The moonlight was hidden above the suburban cemetery, and a vague mist floated in the cemetery. This mist seems to gather the souls of the deceased, and like illusory snakes, shuttles between the raised tombs, looking for targets to devour. Wet traces slide across the cold cement tombstones, broken steps, tree trunks and grass leaves. The white-faced owl standing on the top of a dead branch heard the sound of trampling on the dead grass behind him. His eyes widened and he turned his head 180 degrees to look behind him. In the drifting mist, there were two hunched shadows with pickaxes on their shoulders, lurking in and out of the cemetery, flickering in and out.

This story begins thirteen years ago. In a studio directly under NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration), a man with messy ginger hair was sitting alone in front of the computer writing a diary. He didn't type on the keyboard, he used a pen. The four walls are covered with various high-tech equipment, using the world's most advanced technology and materials at that time, with red, yellow, and green indicator lights flashing apart from each other. He had just written: Our arrogance has made our understanding of the truth of the universe slow... Suddenly, the computer in front of us made an alarm "beep", and then there was another sharp and ear-piercing sound. The man became alarmed, this had never happened. He immediately put down the pen, moved the mouse, and stared at the screen - his expression became surprised, and his fingers tapped the keyboard faster and faster, as if the piano had reached the climax of the music.

On December 4, 1941, a gray figure was walking quickly on the streets of Washington, USA. He is Detective Milton Keele. It's not his turn to worry about the war. What he has to do now is solve the case. Half an hour ago, he received a call to the police. Someone found a body in Block 3. Snowflakes fell on his hat, some drifting to his eyebrows. He threw away the cigarette butt, pressed down the brim of his hat, curled up his neck and pulled up his collar, preparing to turn the corner. The red cigarette butt, with a little heat, melted in the thin snow on the road with a "sizzling" sound. When throwing away the cigarette butt, his eyes stayed on his right hand. At the location of the wrist artery, there is a small piece of strangely shaped redness that looks like a corroded fallen leaf.

A person, four years ago, caused you to lose the degree you had at your fingertips, and four years later, he easily pushed you to the forefront, with no way to retreat. If this person is not the disaster star in your life, what else could he be?

A young farm boy, a young leader of a youth gang, a mysterious player, a proud and arrogant man, and an online game master. No one knows how many identities he has! What is illusion? If you think illusion is magic, you are wrong. Real illusions can only be seen through gods whose understanding exceeds that of ordinary people. Plum Blossom Brand, Peach Blossom Miasma, Water Dragon Song, Luo Shen Fu, Qingcheng Snow... What would you do if you had these top-notch skills?

Forgiveness word The day has gone, the night is coming to an end, rain or shine will go to hell together. The east window is bright, Chen is confused, and a thousand hands are smiling at the future. The love of the piano and bow, the beauty of water and fire, Xiang will eventually pass away, and there will be no more willows. Feng breaks the dust, if he is ruthless, Xinzi will bury his own soul.

No matter how dangerous the road is, there will always be someone walking hand in hand with her. She is an insurance claims investigator, a messenger of justice, and a light in the dark night. She took risks with her own life, peeled off the cocoon, exposed the truth, exposed the conspiracy to the sun, allowed justice to be done, and let the sin be punished. The deplorable selfish desires, the twisted and complicated human nature, the well-designed scam... She cleared away the clouds and waited for dawn to come. Despite all the difficulties and dangers, she moved forward bravely; despite the wind and rain, he silently protected her.

The domineering heroine has brains, content, skills, and an exquisite and clear heart. The heroine is an insurance claims investigator, a messenger of justice, and a light in the dark night. She took risks with her own life, peeled off the cocoon, exposed the truth, exposed the conspiracy to the sun, allowed justice to be done, and let the sin be punished. The perfect male protagonist, he has good looks in the hall, good figure in the bedroom, good skills as a bodyguard, and he can even work in the kitchen! Xu Weixi investigates cases more easily under the escort of her boss boyfriend, who is tall, handsome and extremely powerful. The couple sprinkled candies while investigating the case, showing off their affection in a daily way.

Han Lie's masterpiece "Hell Fire Lies Sky Zihua" pierces the darkness and dawn comes! Forensic evidence collection and police case investigation are combined, and technological examination and traditional reasoning are integrated. Justice, love, interests. How many sins have been committed in your name. Under the hustle and bustle of Shanghai, darkness also follows. A serial murder case has been dormant for four years, causing trouble again. New friends and old friends? The pleasant vacation comes to an abrupt end, suicide and murder? In the past, a neighbor died suddenly. What was right and wrong? A "love-stealing game" takes away the lives of two players. Is it justice or evil? Shot at night, filled with blood, is it true love or a disease? An unknown corpse, an old letter, and the massacre of a family that had been buried in the dust for several years revealed a corner of the truth. Lian Mo stood in the gap in time and saw the clear division between light and darkness, and the overlapping identities of survivors and forensic doctors. The suspect is ready to be revealed, but the evidence is sparse. They are struggling with speculation and indirect evidence. Use scientific testing to get clues; rely on criminal investigation reasoning to solve many mysteries. Even if the night is endless and the hellfire is fierce, she remains determined.

Han Lie's masterpiece "Hell Fire Lies Sky Zihua" pierces the darkness and dawn comes! Forensic evidence collection and police case investigation are combined, and technological examination and traditional reasoning are integrated. Justice, love, interests. How many sins have been committed in your name. Under the hustle and bustle of Shanghai, darkness also follows. A serial murder case has been dormant for four years, causing trouble again. New friends and old friends? The pleasant vacation comes to an abrupt end, suicide and murder? In the past, a neighbor died suddenly. What was right and wrong? A "love-stealing game" takes away the lives of two players. Is it justice or evil? Shot at night, filled with blood, is it true love or a disease? An unknown corpse, an old letter, and the massacre of a family that had been buried in the dust for several years revealed a corner of the truth. Lian Mo stood in the gap in time and saw the clear division between light and darkness, and the overlapping identities of survivors and forensic doctors. The suspect is ready to be revealed, but the evidence is sparse. They are struggling with speculation and indirect evidence. Use scientific testing to get clues; rely on criminal investigation reasoning to solve many mysteries. Even if the night is endless and the hellfire is fierce, she remains determined.

London's fog is pervasive. Come as you say. It slid down the cold stones covered with dark green moss, stretched forward along the gray-yellow Thames, floated up to the brown eaves of the Tower of London, and frightened away a flock of black ravens. This is a group of ravens that live near the Tower of London. Although the structure of the tower makes them covet and habitable, they still dare not set foot in it. Because any raven that enters the Tower of London will have its wings clipped and will never be able to fly. It is history that determines the fate of the raven's wings. Over the centuries, many people have been hanged and murdered in this tower. This is the most haunted place in the entire city of London. People fearfully believed that as soon as the raven left, the Tower of London would collapse, all the ghosts would come out, and England would never have peace.

Chen Fengyuan is too shallow in the end... The Seven-Star Team was established, but they didn't want tragedy to happen seven years later...

The subway is bustling with people. This is rush hour. If we want to compare a city to a woman, Seoul, South Korea, is a woman who is calm on the outside and unrestrained on the inside, while New York is a changeable girl who is unwilling to be restrained, sexy and coquettish. In Han Yidong's eyes, the appearance of New York never repeats itself. Han Yidong is an international student from South Korea. After graduating from his undergraduate degree, he came to New York to study biology at Lutheran University and pursue a master's degree. Every morning, he takes Metro Line 2 to school; in the evening, after having dinner at school, if there is no test request for an extension, he takes the same line at eight o'clock to return to his rented apartment.

Portraits of the victims of the "Liu Yian Serial Murder Case" appeared in the farm, and Gao Yi found clues to the "Dolma Rooftop". It turned out that the coerced painter Shang Yu was Ge Zhou's boyfriend. Lu Hong and Gao Yi were once again in crisis... Gao Yi returned to the thangka production studio - Dolma Rooftop. Night fell slowly like a thickening fog. A little light appeared behind the curtain on the roof of Dolma, sharp and bright in the night fog. Gao Yi walked in behind the curtain. If Shang Yu did not write "Iariba" on Yu Wanshi's hairpin, and if he did not use red coral raw materials, then these two clues could only be left intentionally by Liu Yian, in order to make Gao Yi willingly enter the trap he set and face Shang Yuke's suicide alone.

If you cheat life, your life will only be brilliant at the moment of death. If you deceive yourself, no matter how brilliant your life is, you are just a zombie. If you cheat on love, then you will not have a soul after death. If life is full of deception, what's the use of holding on to it? It's better to follow the path of death. For me, it's the end of deception. For you, this has just begun. It's best not to mix beer and liquor, as it may make you dizzy. This was Gao Yi's first reaction after waking up. The moonlight crept in drunkenly through the open window, slumped on the double bed, and became a sheet that would never be wrinkled. Gao Yi turned over and lay on his back, spreading his arms and legs as wide as possible, forming a "big" character. There is no Lu Hong around. This was his second reaction.

The unlucky Tao, who failed to save others and was killed, died and became a player of "Dawn Game". With no prompts and no system guidance, she seemed to have encountered a game bug. An empty and silent cave, plants that glowed by themselves, four passages with unknown directions... How could she, with negative luck, fight wits and survive in the game?