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The clerk at the Salamander Cafe was said to have been strangled to death. At that time, temporary investigator Lin Shu was standing at the door of the coffee shop, stunned by the view of the entire garden. The soft and soft artificial sunlight gently shines on the green trees and red flowers in the garden. Water lilies with lavender petals bloom in a pool in the pavilion. Ivy climbed up the window lattice, and dense dodder was piled around a snow-white building in the garden. It's not like a place like this where a horrific murder happened. But at this moment, the clerk was lying on his back. He was wearing a white bear apron. His head and body were almost separated. The blood vessels and nerves in his neck were hanging outside the body. A giant crested newt with bright yellow spots was lying on the neck of the corpse. The newt just stuck out its tongue and rolled a piece of minced meat into its mouth. The bright red and thick body fluid seemed to be still flowing. Lin Shu even felt that his fingers had become wet.

Since this is the first time to publish an article in a mystery magazine, let everyone reason about it. Let me tell you a cold joke: Once upon a time, there was a cute rabbit. It ran into a secret room, and then it died. From this, you can analyze the characteristics of the author: very lazy, brainless, shameless and cute... Well, this is my first time posting, I hope everyone will support me and give me advice. The only place in the city that never seems to have a sense of crisis is the vegetable market. As evening approaches, the sky is cut by light, and the right half of the street seems to have been covered with a golden film by the setting sun, with the aroma of fluffy chicken cakes. The crucian carp stood upright in the plastic basin under the sun. Just as it was about to swim away, a pair of hands grabbed its belly and fished it out of the water.

On the highway, a high-speed frost truck passed by. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot sounded from the car, and the rapid sound of the horn resounded through the sky. There was a jet-black revolver on the driver's temple, the barrel still slightly hot, and fragments of car surveillance cameras were scattered on the ground on one side. "Pull over." The carjacker leaned close to the driver's ear and said gently. He wore an ashy cashmere scarf and covered his mouth and nose, revealing only his slightly upward eyes, which were like moist glass. The driver's fingers were trembling. He turned the steering wheel sharply and pressed the brakes hard. The bus just hit the white emergency stop line on the far right side of the highway. Everyone in the car was silent. They looked at the robber standing at the front, even breathing carefully.

It was a ruined temple. There are no beggars or dying scavengers in the ruined temple. Only eleven fair-skinned young people appeared outside the temple gate out of thin air. With their feet facing the temple door, they slept soundly, but when they woke up, they would be frightened and might scream like women. Because these eleven people were naked from top to bottom, as white as newborn babies, and around their waists, they all had a shining golden belt, like a hemp rope tying up a piglet. Under the sun, the gold belt is particularly dazzling. It is made of a whole piece of gold. If you look closer, you will find a line of small block letters engraved on the belt. Eleven heroes from Shu, on the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, owe Fengyuefang three thousand two hundred taels of gold.

The young people in the bookstore didn't seem to feel the boss's impatience. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and gently turned a page of the book without even changing the posture of holding the book. But if the boss stands up and walks to the young man, he will find that the black stage in the center of the bookstore will become clear. Surrounding the stage were countless girls, wearing uniform red dresses, who were shouting the names of their idols. Those shouts became less clear when they reached the third floor. They seemed to be "Li Qingtian" or "Li Jingtian", but no matter which name they were, they were not famous.

It was a twenty-four-bone paper umbrella with a colorful phoenix with long feathers painted on it. The drizzle wet the surface of the umbrella. The umbrella holder wore a pair of dark green embroidered shoes and wandered slowly under the Zhulan Jade Building in the capital. Zhang Ming was just a vegetable delivery man. He was walking on the stone bridge leading to the side gate of Zhu's Mansion while carrying heavy vegetables. Suddenly, he saw a person, a stunning beauty. The gentle breeze blew up the beauty's veil, and Zhang Ming saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, although the woman's face was self-satisfied and transparent. But that was indeed the most beautiful person Zhang Ming had ever seen in his life, because after that, Zhang Ming died. Zhang Ming felt that when he died, he seemed to smell the gentle fragrance of the woman.