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The feather was very light, pure white in color, and weighed nothing in the palm of my hand. Shamu looked at the feather and closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling some unknown emotions. In the business hall of the only post office in the county, the early morning Gobi still had the remaining cool air of the night. Shamu was wearing an old jacket, and his expression looked gloomy in the gloomy hall. The staff member might not have woken up yet, so he stretched out and knocked on the glass window to remind the tall, gloomy boy to stop being distracted. Alida also pushed Shamu's shoulder at the right time. This Uighur boy with long eyelashes and a warm smile said in a strong local accent, Well, Shamu, didn't you say you wanted to send something?

The only happiness in Xiao Meng's life was recorded in his treasured oil painting "Pisces". This happiness ended abruptly when he was nine years old. Nine years later, Xiao Meng met the man in the painting by chance and was immediately involved in a shocking case. There is an invisible hand in the dark, weaving a huge web carefully and tightly, linking each other's fates strangely. A suspense mystery novel that has frightened 2 million readers, the Chinese version of "White Night Journey" that takes place around us is comparable to Keigo Higashino's youth mystery work.