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John Baines is a famous sommelier in Freewill City. He held a red wine-themed wine party and invited celebrities from all walks of life to participate. What's strange is that most of the invited guests have a history with him. During the dinner, John was stabbed in the abdomen. As he lay dying, he dipped his left index finger in his own blood and wrote the strange and twisted word "SOLL" on his thigh...

Eight years ago, on a full moon night, Elize, the only daughter of a hereditary banker, was beheaded. The murder weapon was a sharp knife. The murderer was named "Romeo the Sickle". Since then, every year on the night of the full moon in March, an innocent person has been killed by the sword of "Romeo the Scythe". What's even more bizarre is that the heads of the deceased were discarded at a bus stop near the crime scene. Eight years have passed and the murderer has still not been brought to justice. Wenzel started to investigate the case, only to find that the suspects back then had alibi. At this time, the moon will be round again...

This is a collection of essays composed of fourteen travel-related articles written by Wenzel. It includes various slightly edgy conversations between Wenzel, who has been living in Europe for a long time, and local people, comments (complaints) about famous scenic spots, unique analysis of folk festivals and football culture touching on national characteristics, and unique introductions to airplanes, cruise ships, hotels, libraries, second-hand bookstores based on personal experience, etc. In his sincere words, we can have a three-dimensional understanding of the interesting daily life hidden around the world.

This is the house that Jack built. (This is the house that Jack built.) Duras was impatient and tore off the tape from the tightly tied young lady's mouth. The young lady stared at him. Duras stared at her with his eyes, and the beautiful fine-grained hardwood handle dagger in his hand suddenly pierced the heart of the man beside her who was also tied tightly. The guy only trembled twice and then died. When the young lady saw this scene, she just opened her mouth wide and couldn't utter a single sound. Her head dropped, and her whole body began to tremble.

An author discovered four "impossible" secret room murders in his wilderness cabin, but the victims were all inhuman. Black bear, anaconda, red fox, raven - four perfect chambers that only these animals can complete, four layers of terrifying dark magic. Experienced hunters, carpenters who are familiar with folklore, mysterious girls, simple villagers... This remote countryside seems to be shrouded in some evil and mysterious atmosphere. Where does reality end and where does it begin? Is the truth revealed believable? As the case unfolds step by step, he begins to question his identity and beliefs, and gradually loses his way. Like a hunter walking in the wilderness.

The uninvited guests who broke into the Wenzel Detective Agency in the early morning, the human facial features sealed in pungent formalin solution, the death threats collaged in a mess on a piece of copy paper... Several murders lead to the serial killer who has long been sleeping underground - the feared Ivant Scissorhands. Is Ivant back again, or is the murderer someone else? For a time, Free Will City fell into panic again... Everything in life is fictional, hypothetical, and doubtful, but everything in the novel may be true.

Duras opened his briefcase and took out a stack of manuscripts: "Mr. Xia Ai, this is my new work "White Lecture Notes". Please give me your advice." He placed the manuscript on the small dining table in the guest room and sat down. There were a few pages that were slightly scattered, and Duras picked them back with his fingers. He did this very carefully, from top to bottom, one by one, using only his index finger. Mr. Xia Ai moved the armchair on the side of the desk over while watching. The chair was very heavy. Duras was concentrating on his own business and did not think of coming over to help. Moreover, when he felt someone sitting across from him, he also sat down on the dining chair next to him: "In my opinion, the manuscript handed over to the publishing house is a corpse. Of course, this is an artistic expression."