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This book is a brand new work by contemporary writer You Fengwei. It continues You Fengwei's creative style of combining history and reality. In the novel, the author tells the story of what he encountered after returning to his hometown in the first person. The living conditions, living conditions and character spirits of the people in Ludi during the historical changes are highlighted in the author's writing. It is fictional, but it is accurate, sharp and points directly to the weaknesses of human nature. The work uses an objective and calm attitude, and uses realistic and magical stories to present the outline of human nature, the blood of culture and the dimension of the spirit of the times. The intention is far-reaching and shocking.

Just because he was involved in a bizarre "bloody" kidnapping case for no reason, being investigated became the entire content of Du Lianfu's life. All this caught him off guard. Do you know why we summoned you? ......Know. The sun is setting in the west and the street lights are not on. This is the darkest time of the day in the city. Du Lianfu walked out of the gate of the bathing city and looked up at the street. The strange darkness made his heart sink, and he shivered like a cold. He subconsciously pulled down the brim of his hat, and fastened the buttons of his untied down jacket one by one before going out. Then he stepped forward, crossed the road, and walked into the darker urban village to be demolished. Old man, go forward and don't turn around. Du Lianfu heard a low-pitched voice behind him, and when he was wondering if the words were directed at him, he felt a hard "guy" press against his lower back. The gun was stolen.

It was a kind of professional alertness. Even in his deep sleep, Song Baoqi would be awakened by a short and subtle text message ring, and his reaction in the ignorant state was accurate: he picked up the phone from the pillow and pointed it at the position: Hello, who are you? SMS SMS! The wife next to him is more amazing than him. She is always aware of any trouble in the dark and has an extremely clear mind. Next, the man held the phone in front of the woman and asked her to read it. This is also normal. The reason for this is that firstly, he does not need to find glasses, which saves him a lot of trouble. Secondly, it is also the most substantial: he is "refreshing" on the outside "at this stage", has no concerns about exposing his privacy, and is willing to go along with the flow to prove his innocence.

After returning home from morning exercise, Jiang Chengxian habitually glanced sideways at the clock on the wall while changing his shoes. The time was half past eight, so he came back more than an hour later than usual. After more than ten years of retirement, his life has formed a routine. What time does he get up, what time does he eat, what time does he go out for morning exercise, everything is fixed and unchangeable. Of course, there are exceptions from time to time, such as morning exercise. If there is major news (including strange things) happening in the world, China, or this city that day, the partners who do the morning exercise together will start talking about it. With so many talking heads, the sea and sky are vast, everyone expresses his/her opinions and speaks freely, thus losing the concept of time. Looking up, I saw that the sun was already rising over the sea. The news that caused my late return that day was the death of the leader of the neighboring country North Korea. Although this matter has nothing to do with China and does not affect the people's eating, drinking and eating habits, it is still a bit strange. Naturally, everyone has to discuss it heatedly, and the time passes by while discussing it.

The newly appointed acting mayor was entrusted by his teacher's mother to solve the psychological barrier of a teacher who was undergoing an organ transplant rejection. He had a conflict of interest with his boss. Should he do it or not? Can an official's idealism finally defeat secular ideas? A fierce dispute and vicious fight revealed every detail of the officialdom. As the meal came to an end, it started to snow outside. This was the first snowfall this year. Looking out from the window of the elegant room, the sky and the earth are completely white and seamless, with no gaps in sight. In this situation, perhaps someone should send out the prayer "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest". But no, Gu Yuan, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, said this: Snowy days are reserved for guests, and people are reserved for the sky. Minister Pei, please stay. The person who answered Gu's words was Director Hao of the National People's Congress: Minister Pei, please stay here. It's not safe to travel in the snow. Minister Pei, who was sitting in the guest of honour's seat and was being watched by the whole table, quickly said: No, no, the Standing Committee will be held tomorrow and I have to rush back.

Official Chen walked toward the mining area listlessly. From the village to the mine we pass through a large field. In early summer, the wheat ears are already in full bloom, green and swaying in the wind. Chen Guan didn't care about this and walked forward. At this time, I heard a strange chant: Don't say that the world is crazy, just because you don't look back. Chen Guan was startled, and his voice came up again: Come back, come back! Chen Guan turned around to look for the voice and saw a man in black sitting on the edge of a well between the wheat ridges on the side. Due to the glare of the sun, he couldn't see his face clearly, so he couldn't be sure that he was calling him, so he continued walking forward. "It's you, it's you!" Chen Guan stopped and turned his eyes. Seeing that there was no one else around, he knew that the resting man was pointing at him.

At that time, the landlord's house was distributed to the poor peasants. After a few decades, the house was demolished. The descendants of the poor peasants and the descendants of the landlord returned to their hometown. One had the right to live for decades, and the other had the property deed. How should the house be divided this time? In the face of history, why does everyone hide the truth? On the eve of Tomb Sweeping Day, my cousin from Jilin and my cousin from Yunnan and I made an appointment to return to our hometown in Jiaodong, where we had been away for many years. Don't get me wrong, it was not to visit the tombs of our ancestors, but to "divide up" a property that our ancestors had gained during the land reform, as the famous saying goes, "We come from all over the world and have come together for a common revolutionary goal." It is not an exaggeration to say that it is "all over the world" and the "revolutionary goal". Time flies, decades have passed, and there are no close relatives in the village in the fifth server. The three of us settled in a hot spring hotel in the town.

Whether Zhuang Xiaowei, a quasi-death inmate, can save his life depends on whether death compensation can be realized or treated as a "special situation". As the presiding judge, can Tang Jian find legal support for this prisoner whose life or death is uncertain? The novel takes you to the forefront of the thrilling murder trial. Before the verdict was pronounced, Tang Jian went to Chengshan Detention Center to interrogate the suspect Zhuang Xiaowei. It is not accurate to say that the arraignment has occurred. The trial process of the case has become a thing of the past. As the presiding judge of the case, he knew very well that Zhuang Xiaowei's life was coming to an end. Unless special circumstances occurred, death was certain. The so-called special circumstances are nothing more than a major meritorious service; the family has met the compensation expectations of the relatives of the deceased and is no longer stubborn. Of course, if a powerful person interferes, it is possible that someone will be spared.

The judge's compassion is challenged by money, and he needs to meet the other party's requirements to be fulfilled; a man whose talent has been buried finally has a chance to rise to the top, but in the gap between fame and fortune, he is made to laugh and cry; others think he has the power, but he is faced with many contradictions, each of which needs to be resolved; with greater ability comes greater responsibility, and he does not want to let down any of them, but unfortunately things are not as simple as imagined. A "Chinese Music", the writer wrote it with a long aftertaste. If it were you, how would you deal with it?