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After my best friend got pregnant, she became superstitious and asked for help from the abbot of the temple. Take what he says as a guideline. Not only does she call herself a pregnant cat, but she also calls the child a cat kitten. He also forces people around him to come to his home every day to give gifts to his children and pray for blessings. In a previous life, I gave a box of high-end peaches as a gift. As a result, she went to the bar to stay up all night, drinking and dancing. After the child was miscarried, he blamed everything on me. She said that if I gave her a peach, I was cursing her child "Peach" to go away. I find it ridiculous. My boyfriend and parents advised me to be more considerate. In order to make amends for her, her boyfriend suggested taking his best friend to a temple to ask for a child. But the host turned out to be a murderer who had been on the run for twenty years. After locking us all in the woodshed, my best friend drove the only escape vehicle. After rebirth, after I replaced Taozi, she still had a miscarriage.

I am an acquired mute who is extremely beautiful in the entertainment industry. The media calls me the angel with broken wings because I can do anything but speak.

At about two o'clock on Friday afternoon, after I handed the completed manuscript to Xiao Liu in the typesetting room for typesetting, all the work I had to do this week was completed. I leaned back in my chair to relax, preparing to read my business book in the remaining time and get off work at that time. At this moment, Officer Wang from the Direct Works Department pushed the door open and came in. What instructions? Seeing him like this, I knew something was urgent.

A disfigured female corpse is discovered in the underground palace of a century-old church in the ancient capital of Shangjing. A giant kite flies in the midnight sky. The girlfriend of an evening newspaper reporter suddenly evaporates on a rainy night. The Kite Knight with ulterior motives, the mysterious woman with a similar face, the dangerous and magical underground world, the gorgeous and shady entertainment industry... Are all these related? In order to find his girlfriend and solve this series of incredible mysteries, reporter Wen Mu began a dangerous investigation...

Li Jing took a taxi home after get off work, but the driver said he didn't know the place "Fushou Village". Li Jing took her mobile phone to search the map and found that she couldn't find the location of her home, even though she had lived there for more than 20 years. It's still the familiar world, but everything familiar to me has disappeared. Li Jing became an undocumented person here and was taken to the police station. The police unexpectedly discovered that Li Jing looked like a lost child twenty years ago. Li Jing was confused because her parents were still alive and had never been lost. However, everything around him was extremely real, and he began to doubt, was the previous twenty years of life an illusion? What is in front of us now is the truth...

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

On a noon in early September 1987 when tigers were raging in autumn, I was "repairing the earth" in the cornfield when I suddenly made a critical decision that turned out to be absolutely true and changed the direction of my life. I joined the army on November 12 of this year, but I always stubbornly believed that from that day on, I secretly joined the army. But later, when I sorted out my life history, I was pleasantly surprised to find from the warehouse of memory that the seeds of my soldiering were planted on that unforgettable morning when I was six or seven years old. However, it had been dormant and only sprouted when I was eighteen years old. The cornfield was airtight and it was the hottest time of the day. I was like a steamed bun in a pot. "You are destined to be a farmer. Just be willing to work on the land. Whatever you think about is in vain!"

I am my brother's blood bag. When I was at my most desperate, the thief who got in through the vent escaped from the house on my back. He said: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The Shifangku Church in Beicheng was the first church built by British missionaries in Beijing at the end of the 18th century. It was magnificent and magnificent at the time. During the Boxer Rebellion, this was the last stronghold for foreigners in the city. The British troops who arrived later fought with the Boxers repeatedly here, and the battle was extremely fierce. The dilapidated church slowly fell into disrepair over the years.

A disfigured female corpse was discovered in the underground palace of a century-old church in the ancient capital of Shangjing; giant kites were flying in the midnight sky; the girlfriend of a reporter from the "Shanghai Evening News" ran away in a hurry on a rainy night and disappeared; a kite rider with ulterior motives, a mysterious woman with a similar face, a sinister and magical underground world, a gorgeous and shady entertainment industry... In order to find his girlfriend and solve this series of incredible mysteries, reporter Wen Mu began a dangerous investigation. A life drama that combines family, friendship, and love unfolds one after another in the noisy city, the romantic border, the terrifying "Beijing Underground Bermuda Devil Triangle", and the appalling underground club...

I went to school early and was only eighteen years old when I graduated from a local middle school teacher. According to my father's wish, I was asked to work in our county's Propaganda Department, and in the future I would work as an official like him. At that time, a job had already been found for me. But I was already obsessed with painting at that time, and I looked at everything else as nonsense, so I went my own way and became an art teacher in the County No. 2 Middle School, teaching art to the fourth grade of the second grade. Most of the children in the second grade of junior high school are fourteen or fifteen years old. I am eighteen, so I am a little older than them. I am very playful and quickly became acquainted with a group of monkey cubs. I was the teacher during class, but after class I became the boss of the children. We hunted birds, fished, butchered dogs, "stealed young people", and did everything together. The principal and colleagues looked down upon me. They were all busy forming cliques to engage in political movements. I was not interested in any of the factions and neither helped nor harmed others, so gradually no one paid attention to me. It doesn't matter if you ignore it, I just don't want to get mixed up in those big shit basins.

This is a full-length work of non-fiction. The author uses personal experience and documentary techniques, humorous language, and vivid stories to integrate what he sees, hears, thinks, and feels. It tells the story of an ignorant boy's extraordinary pursuit of personal success that took place in the countryside of Northeast China more than fifty years ago. Through a long process, and from multiple perspectives, all-round, and in-depth touch experiences, it vividly describes and deeply analyzes the basic necessities, food, housing, transportation, living customs, customs, campus culture, classmates and friends, and moral emotions of ordinary people living in a specific background at that time.

On both sides of the dead river in the Central Plains, something seems destined to happen. A middle school student with throbbing youth, a bizarre and intricate murder case, a bell-ringer with a kind face and a vicious heart, a precious jade pendant, an illegitimate child of unknown origin, a series of strange and murderous paintings... The past is not like smoke. In today's increasingly people-oriented world, the fragile, dark and evil side of human nature is being revealed to the greatest extent. In fact, there has always been a bloody flower that bloomed at the age of thirteen, and the bell-ringer is the origin of the evil in this story.

Tashan, a small frontier town, has unique scenery and outstanding people. Not only is "Shaohu Spring" rich in good fish and white strips, but also good wine. In recent years, another place called "Yaozi Rock" has added "color" to Tashan. It is a steep and dangerous cliff that is favored by suicides. On a stormy night, the restaurant owner had a drunken argument with his wife and jumped off the "Kite Rock". There were bloodstains under the cliff, but there was no trace of the body. On that day, a mysterious fortune teller predicted the death of the boss...

Painter Sha Bai drove himself on the Silk Road and met a beautiful college student named Meiyi on the road. At Meiyi's mother's birthday party, Shabai accidentally stabbed Meiyi's ex-boyfriend to death and was forced to flee... A romantic Silk Road journey, a journey of life, who will be waiting for you on the road? It is not certain whether the path will be full of flowers or full of dangers.

I was twenty-one years old that year. After graduating from the Chinese Department of the university, I was assigned to work as a secretary in the General Office of the Ministry of Public Security. I didn't want to, but my family had no background and I had no acquaintances in Beijing, so I had no choice but to recognize him. I thought I would work for a while and then find a new job at a newspaper or publisher or something. In those years, newly assigned college students had to go to the grassroots level for training. The point of our department is in the northeast. So, before the chair under my butt was warm, I bundled up my luggage and threw it on the train, and together with a few newcomers, we arrived in Luan County, Heilongjiang Province. When we arrived at the county bureau, only one girl remained, and the others all went to the grassroots level. The place I went to was the police station in Tashan Town. Looking at the map of China, Luan County is roughly at the mouth of the "chicken". Tashan Town is not big, with about 30,000 to 20,000 people.

Youli, an outspoken TV reporter, has been reporting on medical scandals for many years and has been retaliated against many times. However, every time he is in danger of dying, he is always saved by an invisible hand, just like his invisible partner. The shocking suspense of a best-selling book has led the police to include him in criminal investigation. How will he escape? Is he facing an angel or a devil? When the truth is revealed, it is also the moment when the most primitive and fragile expressions of human nature emerge.

Half a month ago, I was sitting in the studio at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in Beijing, biting a toothpick and staring at the snow-white canvas on the shelf in a daze. Today, half a month later, I am here. This is Wuwei in Gansu Province, a place called "Liangzhou" in ancient times. On the road, I always wake up early. I opened the curtains, it was just dawn, and the streets were bustling. People in small places are more diligent. In the distance, you can see the ancient bell tower and the Rosh Temple tower, standing quietly in the morning light, like two ancient wise men. In addition to the thunder platform where the copper galloping horses were unearthed and the ancient ruins in Wuwei that everyone on earth knows, I only know about the ancient bell tower and the Luoshi Temple tower.

She is a traitor. She is a "treacherous traitor" who disguises herself as a man and makes appearances. He drank too much wine and was the imperial tutor, and used his money to sweep away all the officials in the south of the Yangtze River. This traitorous official was quite at ease. But, tears... How come you have a beautiful life and a daughter in your prime years, so why do you get the reputation of being authoritarian, murderous, and even licentious? Sigh... Everything in the world is impermanent, and success or failure is determined by fate. Could it be that we cannot escape the fate of deceiving the emperor, betraying our loyalty, or even betraying our country? ...