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Yaoben Shiqi had a dream, in which the gate of Bailu Mountain collapsed again. A red figure stood on the ruins, with no facial features on his face, only a long and narrow crack. He used this crack to let out a strange laugh, which made people tremble slightly from their ears to their fingertips. Surrounded by familiar people. Some were screaming, some were retreating. Standing under the mountain gate was Shi Qi's mother. She didn't seem to be afraid at all. She walked towards the red weirdo step by step as if she was possessed.

The winter in Gerry City has just passed, and the slightly beautiful sunshine gently embraces the big steeple of the church. It was a Wednesday and there were not many people in the church. At the end of the long corridor, there is an independent, inconspicuous prayer room. The internal structure of the prayer room is very strange. Hundreds of infusion tubes as thin as leaf veins are connected to a strangely shaped petri dish. In the center of the vessel is placed a live, hard-beating heart - there is a black spot on one side of the heart. As the body expands, it looks like a slowly blooming black rose.

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On the first bank holiday in May, the office was particularly quiet, and Rick took his assistant Mr. Hal to the open-air market. The old detective planned to match the antique table in the living room with a slightly shorter decorative stool - the current table looks too serious, it should be paired with such a stool and a bouquet of flowers... It would be perfect! Assistant Hal is a handsome young man with light blond hair. "Hal, you should take a look at this. It imitates the product of the Bourbon period, but the color is a bit old. If we buy it back, the renovation may be a big expense. What do you think? Hal? Hal, are you listening..." Hal's eyes stayed on the stall next to him.

This morning, Tonghua Town was in chaos for a while. There was no other reason. Cai Chu'er, a stranger who lived alone in the east of the town, was robbed by the Chihuo Immortal the night before. Cai Chi'er's original name was Cai Pingsheng. He had trouble studying in his early years and lost his family's land to floods for many years, so he ended up living here. I used to make a living by writing letters and painting with others, but then my business went bleak, so I started to have some crooked ideas. Because his maternal uncle was in the medicine business in the early years and had some knowledge of medicine, he mixed the cinnabar and realgar with some medicinal powders such as Tzu Shi and made some harmful pills for the entertainment of the rich children in the town. Because of this, he has never been well received by his neighbors. After eating the pills he made, people would feel itchy all over, so he was nicknamed Cai Chi'er.

Melbourne's rainy season has just passed, and the daily air in the lower city has become a little turbulent. There were rows of taxis parked on the roadside. The Indian drivers leaned on the doors and chatted quietly in English that no one else could understand, and looked at the beautiful girls passing by. Sarah hated this deeply, but there was nothing she could do about it - her woolen coat was too short and could not cover her graceful calves. She had to wear a short uniform skirt every day, walk through the dirty streets to catch the bus, and then spend the whole summer in the noisy bar street.