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Ah Yue took a look at the sky and reminded me: "Boss, the sun is going down soon. Let's go back to the village first, so as not to encounter the same enemy as the Japanese army." "Okay, let's go." I turned around and walked towards the original path, and Ah Yue followed me. The sky was getting darker again, and the path ahead of us became more and more rugged due to unclear visibility. Halfway through, I looked back at the holy lake. I couldn't help but hope that I could see the Shigu Temple rising from the water during the day and night, but I was afraid that I would actually see an incredible scene. The lake was still calm, with only the mist faintly reflecting the moonlight. "I'm wondering if we should stay. After all, Shiguan is a nocturnal site. If we want to find it, theoretically we should not be able to find it until midnight," I said.

Conch Street is a very famous small street in Binhai City. It is narrow and winding. The houses on both sides have a history of hundreds of years. It is one of the few streets that can maintain the old style of the city. Shen Xiao looked at the human figure drawn with chalk on the ground. The head was on the roadside, leaving a pool of purple-black blood on the roadside made of white stones. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the street was very quiet, with only a few old people standing and watching from a distance. The person who called the police was a middle-aged woman, a resident of this street. At noon, she was peeling edamame at home, and suddenly she heard a boy's voice outside yelling, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Then there was a crackling sound like something falling out. Because the street was quiet, she could hear the sounds outside her home quite clearly. She thought at the time that someone might have bumped into each other.

The yellow coriander market becomes bustling around four in the morning. Old and young, men and women, shoulders brushing against each other, toes tapping on heels, rushed into the wholesale market, which was full of salty smell and air leakage everywhere. The buyers were bargaining with the sellers at the top of their lungs, and the sellers were weighing the goods in their hands and shouting that they were fresh and pesticide-free. Huo Gang wore an old military coat and mingled among the vegetable vendors coming and going. He pressed the cotton hat on his head and further hid the headphones plugged into his ears. There was a faint rustling sound coming from inside, accompanied by a man's lazy voice.

Sherlock Holmes and I promised not to expose this case until after our lifetimes, so I wrote this manuscript and left it to posterity to publish it at an appropriate time, preferably a hundred years later, otherwise we would be imprisoned. The case occurred in the late autumn of 1888. In Holmes' words, this was a crime-prone season because the weather was cool and the nights were lengthening. It was the time to wear a cloak, which was convenient for covering your head but not as cold as winter. Holmes lay reclining in an arm-chair with his feet on the mantelpiece, enjoying the warm air wafting from the hearth. In his usual languid style, he lay back and listened to my reading of the Times.

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

This story begins thirteen years ago. In a studio directly under NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration), a man with messy ginger hair was sitting alone in front of the computer writing a diary. He didn't type on the keyboard, he used a pen. The four walls are covered with various high-tech equipment, using the world's most advanced technology and materials at that time, with red, yellow, and green indicator lights flashing apart from each other. He had just written: Our arrogance has made our understanding of the truth of the universe slow... Suddenly, the computer in front of us made an alarm "beep", and then there was another sharp and ear-piercing sound. The man became alarmed, this had never happened. He immediately put down the pen, moved the mouse, and stared at the screen - his expression became surprised, and his fingers tapped the keyboard faster and faster, as if the piano had reached the climax of the music.

On December 4, 1941, a gray figure was walking quickly on the streets of Washington, USA. He is Detective Milton Keele. It's not his turn to worry about the war. What he has to do now is solve the case. Half an hour ago, he received a call to the police. Someone found a body in Block 3. Snowflakes fell on his hat, some drifting to his eyebrows. He threw away the cigarette butt, pressed down the brim of his hat, curled up his neck and pulled up his collar, preparing to turn the corner. The red cigarette butt, with a little heat, melted in the thin snow on the road with a "sizzling" sound. When throwing away the cigarette butt, his eyes stayed on his right hand. At the location of the wrist artery, there is a small piece of strangely shaped redness that looks like a corroded fallen leaf.

The beautiful woman has finished her last case, and I have been free for more than half a month. I can't help but feel jealous when I see my colleagues who are dealing with divorce disputes busy all day long. As a criminal lawyer who is often cash-strapped, I feel somewhat at ease with the current days of working with data files. What I didn't expect was that the opportunity would hit me, an unprepared person. While I was engrossed in looking through the files, the boss of the firm came over to me. He knocked on my desk: "Xiao Sun, put what you have on your hands first. I have a big case for you!"

Xu Duan stood on the street corner for almost half an hour holding a newspaper. He didn't notice the contents of the newspaper at all, and stared at the door of Shengren Hospital almost without blinking. Today is an important day for him. This is the first task he has taken. After completing this task, he will be considered "one of his own". Thinking of the passionate life he will live in the future, Xu Duan's heartbeat can't help but speed up. A woman selling salt tea eggs passed by him and looked at him suspiciously.

The winter in Wuhan is not only cold, but also humid. Even if you turn the air conditioner to the maximum setting, you can't resist the slightest chill. In an office in Building 2 of Optics Valley Base, Qi Xia was wearing three sweaters, her hands shivering in her long sleeves. "Brother Cat, I've decided on a name for the readers' meeting. It's called 'Code 27', which not only means that there are 27 people attending the party, but also creates a sense of mystery." "Yes." A certain cat nodded slightly, deeply. He is in his late thirties, tall and thin, taciturn, and has an expressionless face as if he had been given too much Botox. This kind of cool uncle style is very attractive to some little girls, and the new Qi Xia admires him very much and always hangs around him.

Guo Wei became a new Weibo celebrity thanks to a micro-movie called "Aphasia". When the number of fans reached seven figures, he began to realize that making short films could become a career. So, after getting a master's degree in bridge engineering, Guo Wei gave up the good job recommended by his instructor, used the money he earned from "Aphasia" to buy professional camera equipment, and began to independently produce short documentaries on urban themes. Of course, he also shot some soft advertising videos and released them online. Guo Wei is very satisfied with this kind of working status. He has free time and can earn a lot of money due to his interest.

Ksitigarbha has thirty-two incarnations, but I only see Asura. The villa stood like a monster in the dark night. The violent rain beat on the ground, covering up all sounds, including the sound of digging. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning rips apart the night sky, and only then can one vaguely catch a glimpse of the shadow of a shovel waving under the flower trees in the dense forest. He pounded the soil tightly, holding the shovel and gasping for air. The rain in front of him flowed from the brim of the poncho, forming a rain curtain, and even his vision was blurred. "In a few months, weeds will grow here and flowers will bloom," he said. Then, he turned around and left, dragging the shovel. As the rain washed away, the loose soil turned into mud and flowed everywhere, revealing the transparent plastic sheet under the soil, and also revealing the faces of the deceased under the plastic sheet.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind started to blow again. Dust flew over his head and towards his face, and the goggles were quickly covered with a thick layer, and his vision was almost completely blocked. When the wind first picked up, the detector made a whining cry. Li Nuo and Tang Yong quickly put the shovels on their shoulders, turned around and rushed into the yard. Even so, his vision was quickly blocked by dust, and his vision was blurry. He could only rely on the chirp of the detector to identify the direction. Dust falls on you like rain and enters your lungs with your breath. Li Nuo grabbed an oxygen mask and put it on his face, coughing and dragging Tang Yong with him.

The thunderstorm of the Solitary Buddha was so powerful that it seemed to shatter the whole world. In a remote temple in Zhongzhou, Fuyao, a young monk opened his eyes in shock, and his lips kept trembling. Looking at the deep eyes of the Solitary Buddha in front of him, the young monk heard the ethereal and erratic voice again. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and dug his nails into the flesh of his fingers. The pain failed to relieve the tight nerves of the young monk, and the picture seemed to be floating in front of his eyes. In the dark and gloomy cellar, surrounded by empty boxes, a man dressed as an official bodyguard leaned against the wall.

"He is the head of the research laboratory, and it was he who proposed the development of a new product, perfume, so he values ​​this work the most. "That day, or rather, he was very tired during that time. As I told you just now, due to his poor health and overwork, he made a mistake and mixed some weird stuff into the reagent, causing a poisonous gas. He collapsed, suffered a heart attack, and died before he was sent to the hospital. "I hope you can understand me. I don't believe that he will make mistakes in the research laboratory. He has been doing this for almost fifty years and has never made any mistakes. Therefore, I suspect that his death is not like what others told me." The client suddenly came to visit and talked incoherently for almost two hours before Shi Jun was sure what this man wanted.

August 8, 2012 The nursing home where Mary Green works is very close to the house where Edward and Dorethy used to live. When Edward drove to the nursing home, he would inevitably pass by their former "home". After only a few days of neglect, this small building full of life was covered with withering and decay. The ivy on the exterior wall and the roses in the garden looked like they were infected with insect diseases. The leaves were yellowing and the petals were withered, as if winter had come early. Dorece used to care most about these flowers and plants, treating them like pets.

That morning, Miko suddenly had a premonition that within this year, she would have to leave her home in Kamakura Zaimokuza for a period of time. It was not clear what the reason was, but in short, I suddenly had such a premonition. If this is the case, then we can only ask Jingzi to help manage this family. Himiko thought of her friend Kyoko Kadoda who lived nearby. Just then, the phone rang. Who is it? She thought this as she picked up the phone. The friend's friendly voice immediately came from the phone. "Ah, is it Ajiang? I haven't heard your voice for a long time." Himiko couldn't help but say. This person was Ryuue Wakayama, a particularly close friend of Himiko's for a period of time during her high school days. Originally, the nickname should be called A-long, but because she is a female, everyone took her jiang character and called her "A-jiang".

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

They decided to go down the well at the end of the day. Before that, Guan Shanyue took the two detectives to Tianxiang Tower in the town for snacks, while Xiao Jianqing went to Chai Yaner's room. To his surprise, Liu Yunxiang was also there, chatting with Chai Yan'er who was lying on the bed.

In the dead of night, there was only a thin crescent moon hanging in the hazy night sky. The cold and weak light seemed unable to reach the ground. The earth was dark, so dark that it was impossible to see the surrounding scenery. This is an abandoned courtyard, and it must have been uninhabited for a long time. No one visits a place like this even during the day, let alone this time. But at this time, a little light appeared in the darkness, like a lonely firefly, moving slowly in the desolate yard. Although the firelight was weak, it illuminated the space within a few feet. The light source comes from a white candle, and the fingers holding the candle are even whiter. He is a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, followed by a girl of similar age. From the appearance, they look like a brother and sister. Their skin is fair and white, almost transparent, and you can even clearly see the purple blood veins under the skin.

In September, two policemen from the serious crime team came to Yao Ruozhi's house. As soon as they entered the house, they asked Yao Ruozhi if he knew a man named Fang Peng. Yao Ruozhi made them two cups of hot tea and worked in the kitchen for a while before coming out. She was preparing dinner, with soup simmering on the stove, and the aroma of radish and pork bone soup floated in the room. "I know him. He's my boyfriend." Yao Ruozhi stood by the coffee table and looked at the two policemen. Both of them are young, one is playing with a lighter, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are blurry, as if he is forced to endure a torturous addiction to cigarettes.

"────",, "Phew! Fortunately, I didn't oversit." I slowly walked towards the exit. The bag on my back attracted the attention of other passers-by, because it was five times the size of an ordinary bag. I put a lot of things in my giant bag, including laptops, hard drives full of anime, model dolls, the latest 3C products, daily necessities, snacks, etc. I even put a pot in it. I am not planning to escape, this is my lifestyle.

He Shuman walked up and down, holding a black high-heeled shoe with her left hand. The wound on her calf was still dripping blood. The wound was mixed with dirty mud, which was painful and itchy. There were probably ants hidden in the mud, and they were carrying her blood and flesh out bit by bit. Her hair hadn't been washed for more than a week, and the newly permed wavy curls had long been tangled together, leaving no trace of her sexy and charming appearance. Not to mention the light pink lace nightgown she was wearing. The soft fabric was splattered with blood. The skirt that originally reached her knees could only cover her butt. The torn lace on the skirt was floating in the wind.

There seemed to be ethereal music in the distance, and Fu Nianyu stared straight into the darkness at the end of the long street outside the door. Suddenly, a shout came from behind: "Nian Yu, Nian Yu! Hurry, someone has stolen the pill!" Mrs. Fu Niu Zhiying's scream was like a giant hammer that shattered Fu Nianyu's confusion. He immediately rushed home and followed his wife to the backyard. There is a century-old locust tree in the backyard. Fu Nianyu opened his eyes wide. Crouching on the branch of an ancient locust tree was a man wearing a black cloak. The black cloak covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of green eyes staring at Fu Nianyu.

The bloody invitation was a huge black rock that lay across my mind. It was filled with long and complicated characters. Those characters were as red as blood. They moved closer together and gradually became a person's face! The red face pierces the memory, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! "Ah, no!" A man with a beard on his face and a bloody suit shouted in his sleep and woke up. He opened his eyes and saw two unfamiliar faces in front of him. "Where is this? Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much!" The man in blood-clothed clothes said, covering his head. There was a wound about three inches downward on the left side of his forehead. There was a white gauze wrapped around the wound. The gauze had been dyed crimson, and the bleeding had stopped now.

There was no one on the road late at night except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The light from the street lights was pale and yellow, and the shadows of the sycamore trees were reflected on the vine-covered wall at the entrance of the alley. The shadows flowed down like water and gradually merged with the pool of blood on the ground. There was a man sitting on the ground, holding a young woman covered in blood. Her blood was stained on his white shirt. The man's eyes were dull as he watched the woman close her eyes in his arms... Five years later. T city. The originally peaceful seaside town became a popular tourist destination overnight with the popularity of a documentary on Republic of China architecture shot here, with people from all over the country flocking here. Even the most famous university in the provincial capital, T University, also lost its tranquility.

Lin Yabo got out of the car, leaned back into the car, pulled out the luggage from the back seat, and threw it at his feet. Then he raised his head and looked at the building not far away. It was a pure white small building that looked particularly abrupt under the cover of the mountains of green trees. Lin Yabo shook his head, feeling helpless. He really couldn't understand how someone with such a lively and active personality like Yu Jie could stay in such a remote place. But in fact, Yu Jie was not only able to stay, but she was also unwilling to go down the mountain. She originally made an appointment with Lin Yabo, and when Lin Yabo took his annual leave, the two of them would travel together. But when Lin Yabo called her after taking annual leave, she said on the phone that she couldn't go down the mountain recently. Yu Jie told Lin Yabo on the phone that an old man she was taking care of in the private nursing home where she worked was sick.

A young man was walking on the road in the middle of the night when a cold wind blew from the ground. The young man wrapped himself tightly in his coat and put his hands under his armpits to keep warm. He continued walking for about twenty minutes, then suddenly stopped. It was not his intention to stop on the night road, but he could not go any further. Everyone should not worry. This young man was not so unlucky that he was robbed of his money by robbers on his way home in the middle of the night just after receiving his salary. It was not because there was something wrong with his body, or because his feet suddenly lost the power to move forward. It was because this was a narrow path that could only allow one person to pass.

When the curtain opened and the helicopter landed on the island, all seven people on the island were dead. The rich man stepped off the helicopter, came to the body that exuded a stench, and lit a cigar. He began to direct five or six strong men to dig a big pit, which must be big enough to bury seven corpses. The young and beautiful woman also got off the helicopter. She cried and complained to the rich man: "You killed them! You murderer!" The rich man smiled crookedly, "You are wrong! I didn't kill anyone, I just provided a venue for the murder show." "How could you..." Before the woman could finish her words, someone pushed her down the newly dug pit... In the woman's hysterical screams, the ending song played, and the credits began to roll on the screen.

I don't know what year or month, what state or county. There is a mountain outside the city. There is a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. There is an old man in the temple. The temple had been deserted for a long time, overgrown with weeds and dusty cobwebs, and some birds and beasts had built nests in it. When people pass by nearby, they will be alarmed by the rustling sound in the grass. If they turn around, they will find a pair of bright eyes on the furry head staring at them. On a dark blue night, many people have seen a snow-white fox squatting on the ridge of the hall, looking up at the moon, motionless.

Sister Qianli, I'm glad to receive your email. I heard that there was a night frost at home. Although it is already April, it should still be very cold over there, right? The work in the mountains must not be easy either. Grandma's neuralgia doesn't matter, right? When the temperature rises, the magnolia trees will bloom. In the kitchen, Chiho Tomonari was sitting at the dining table typing on her laptop. Although she has gradually started touch typing, her input speed is still not fast. She tapped the keyboard with her fingertips, and she seemed to see the painting-like beauty of her hometown in the mountains before her eyes. It was really nostalgic. Clear spring water flows out of the valley and forms a small river, which then flows to the farmland along the coast. Irrigation has not started yet at this time, and the black soil must be full of green wheat fields. There are farmers in twos and threes scattered around the farmland, and tall Xinyi trees can be seen everywhere. As soon as April arrives, the pure white flowers on the trees begin to bloom.

After running for who knows how long, we finally slowed down and looked back. There was no trace of the monsters at the bottom of the lake. We seemed to be getting rid of them. I leaned against the big tree in exhaustion to catch my breath. After a while, I simply sat down to rest. Only then did my legs feel sore and weak. Ah Yue and Ah Quan also followed me to find a place to sit down. After a while, Ah Quan broke the silence and asked, "What's going on?" "We were at the bottom of the lake and saw a monster. It was probably what you call the Holy Lake Monster. It had green skin and a body like a soaked corpse. We were scared to death, but luckily we ran fast, otherwise we couldn't beat them. There must be at least a hundred of them." Ah Yue rolled her eyes, stood up immediately, and took off the diving equipment she was still wearing.

Wu Wu put on the new skirt she just bought yesterday, a bright yellow floral skirt. She got on her bicycle and rode for more than 40 minutes to the Pinghu Playground where she had made an appointment with An Qi. This is an abandoned amusement park, and Angel said this is the most suitable location. Wu Wu pushed the bicycle in, bypassing the carousel, the abandoned fountain, passing through the bumper car field, passing the rotating coffee cup and the Dumbo that creaked in the wind, she came to the lake and saw Angel. An Qi was also wearing a new set of clothes that she had never seen before. The shirt on her upper body was a bit too big, and her shoulders fell loosely on her arms. She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, exposing her fair arms. She was wearing sky blue jeans, the hem of her shirt was tucked into her waistband, and she had a fashionable belt around her waist. Wu Wu had seen this belt on An Qi's mother. Angel put on makeup, eyeliner, eyebrows and lipstick. She looks a lot like her sassy mother.

As we were preparing to return to the village, we encountered the ghosts hitting the wall described in the diary in the woods, and were also chased by the undead Japanese soldiers. When we were desperate, the crisis was resolved at dawn. Back in the village, the village chief's temptations kept pressing us, and we never dared to be careless. After the welcoming ceremony, the mysterious water ceremony was about to be unveiled... The cold wind in the morning was blowing on the earth, and the sky was not bright yet, but the villagers had already gathered at the entrance of the village to prepare for today's water burial ceremony. A Liang is still tasked with monitoring us and follows the three of us.

Ah Quan's voice was as cold as a piece of ice, gently sliding behind my ears, making me shiver. I looked at Ah Quan, and his gaze was directed towards the faint green light source. "Let's go." I said to Ah Yue, pulling him with me towards the nunnery Ah Quan mentioned. Ah Yue changed her previous attitude of agreement and now saw that something was wrong. He held my sleeve with his backhand, stopped and asked me: "How can it be that kind of light? Boss, I feel that this place is not very innocent."

Xia Qing took her mobile phone and flipped through the bibliography line by line. She was really embarrassed to admit that she had written these herself. If anyone knew that the heir to Xia's Pharmaceuticals, one of the four major financial groups, liked to turn on the computer and write pornographic articles every day, their stock would probably fall. Qinggang City is not a big city, but it has famous mountains at its back. Therefore, during the summer vacation season, many ladies, gentlemen and migratory birds gather here to chat and spend the summer. Now Xia Qing was trapped in a high-society gathering banquet. Elegant and profound topics were discussed all around her. She was the only one using her mobile phone to surf the Internet and read pornographic articles she had written.

Looking at the words on the file in front of me, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The closer I got to my destination, the more uncertain and uneasy I felt. "There is a temple hidden in the mountains. It lies down during the day and comes out at night. The people in the temple eat bones, so it is called Shigu Temple." This is recorded in "Ghost Chronicles". "Temple" refers to a temple, an ancient temple with a bell tower hidden in the mountains, but it exudes a strong magical atmosphere. It is said that a group of ghost monks who spit out blood-red tongues and feed on bones live there, which is the destination of our journey. After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure out a clue. I habitually fiddle with the rosary beads between my fingers. The clicking sound can help me stabilize my mood. This rosary was given to me by my grandma before she died. After wearing it, I unknowingly imitated her fiddle with the beads. I simply didn't think about it anymore, rolled up the torn files, packed them up and walked out of the low cabin to get some air.

"It's called Yiting because of Yiweiting." On the upper floor of a tofu shop in Weiting Town, Taicang Prefecture, Suzhou Prefecture, Ming Dynasty, Zhang Taizheng was carefully applying paste on a piece of yellow mounting paper, preparing to repair the window paper that was broken by yesterday's heavy rain, and suddenly said. The girl sitting at the end of the table, who was throwing tofu fruit into her mouth, opened her eyes wide and said in surprise: "Hey, how do you know? Brother Tai, are you really good at counting?" Zhang Tai still brushed the paste and said without looking back: "You... The two people walking downstairs just now were saying, "Why is it called Yiting when it's obviously Weiting?" You stopped talking. I guess you must have been wondering why this place has two names."

A lama came from the east side of the Broken Bridge and met a swordsman from the west. The swordsman was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat. In broad daylight, he drew his sword towards the lama. The sword was three feet and six inches long, as thin as a piece of paper and as bright as the silver moon. The lama used his fists and fought with the swordsman for hundreds of times, but was defeated by the sword's power and retreated steadily. The swordsman pursued the victory and cut off the lama's head with one sword. The bright yellow lama's hat fell to the ground, and the naked lama's head fell into the moat. The swordsman spat on his sword, sheathed it, and strode towards the west.

After my new neighbor stayed up all night to finish the manuscript, I slept for 9 hours that day, and it was already evening when I woke up. As soon as I drank a large glass of cold water, I heard a knock on the door. As soon as the door opened, the courier man smiled bitterly at me and said, "You live in a very remote area. You can't find anyone even if you ask for directions in this area!" Behind him stood a cardboard box as tall as a person. I skipped the unpacking and inspection process and quickly signed the order. As soon as the courier's car started, I put down the carton and dismembered it on the spot.

It took me 5 minutes to tidy up the room, and then I planned to leave. There was nothing extra in the room, except for a table and a chair, a painting on the wall, and a clock. My task is to move the painting to the right, place the table and chairs against the wall, and then set the clock's hour hand to 6 o'clock. In fact, it doesn't even take a minute to complete this, but I don't believe the task will be that simple. Before actually starting, I should check the drawings on my hand repeatedly to make sure they are correct before starting. This simple task means so much to me.

Zhuojian Villa is located somewhere in the Dabie Mountains. It is built according to the mountains and has a very magnificent momentum. The owner of the village, Shangguan Jiuxiong, once used the seven-foot green sword in his hand to meet countless famous people from all over the country, without any defeat. Just when Shangguan Jiuxiong's reputation was at its peak, he unexpectedly built the Sword Cooking Villa in the Dabie Mountains and lived like a hermit. However, although Shangguan Jiuxiong retired, he was still involved in the affairs of the world. Every year at the end of autumn, the owner of the Sword Cooking Villa would post an invitation to some famous figures in the martial arts to come to the villa to cook swords and discuss the Tao. On this day, there were two guests sitting in the red sandalwood chairs in the reception room of Zhuojian Villa. One was a young detective in his twenties, and the other was a man in his thirties who was wearing a sword. Opposite them, the owner of the village, Shangguan Jiuxiong, was sitting upright. He was about fifty years old, with a red face and a long beard, and bright eyes, which vaguely showed his all-powerful demeanor in the past.

When my mentor Lao Wu called, I was helping Guo Wei pack his luggage for Shanghai, and this phone call suddenly put me in a state of joy and anxiety. "How's it going? What did Lao Wu say?" Guo Wei looked over and asked. I shook my head: "I was summoned anyway, but my life or death is still uncertain." What we were talking about was my graduation thesis. The reality is that if my supervisor Wu Lianqing refuses to sign the thesis, I will not be able to participate in the subsequent defense, and it will naturally be impossible to obtain a master's degree.

Many years later, Li Si still remembered the dark green drizzle that morning. This is a southern water town called Juan in Guiyun Prefecture. Li Si opened the window of the water pavilion, and a light yellow letter was swaying in the wind. This letter was the strangest letter Lis had ever seen. A bunch of grapes are painted on the light yellow letter surface. The grapes are as transparent as pure pearls. More than fifty grapes are closely arranged at the end of the stem. The grape in the middle of the stem shows a unique red color, as thick as blood. Twenty-six words were written randomly on more than fifty grapes. Li Si pieced the twenty-six words into words: Far away in the world, looking at you. Thinking of the breeze can remember the beautiful woman.

"Tell me what you saw when you went in." "Blood... A lot of blood..." "Is there blood?" "Yes!" "Why did you shoot at the suspect." "... He is not a human... He is not a human..." "Please tell us, why did you shoot at the suspect? "I said he is not a human being! He is a monster! A monster!" Li Zhen is crazy because of a case that has been in the archives for seventeen years. This case almost made him a cripple. Now that I think about it, if I hadn't gone out of my way to tell Li Zhen about the case that day, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened to Li Zhen, right? Liao Juan couldn't figure out why everything had evolved to this point.

Sunday, July 15, 11:30 AML City's highway leading to the suburbs Even at noon in the summer, there is no heat at all on both sides of the highway leading to the city. Only the chirping of cicadas from all directions reminds that it is still midsummer. As a forensic scientist in the Criminal Division of L City Public Security Bureau, working overtime on weekends meant that something bad had happened. Yin Qin was sitting in the police car driving out of the city, her heart churning. After all, L City has always been very peaceful, and only goes to work on holidays about once a year and a half. Yin Qin observed the road conditions through the car window. Outside the highway guardrail, the uninterrupted sparse woods will give people a strong sense of déjà vu. The occasional chirping of cicadas also made Yin Qin feel anxious. On a road that seemed to repeat itself endlessly, a bright warning tape suddenly appeared in the distance.

After making a short film together within a week, Du Li naturally became Guo Wei's partner, and the two began to show off as a studio. Speaking of the twists and turns of the last cooperation, Du Li called it "sharing weal and woe", but Guo Wei would disapprovingly say, "You just helped a little." At such times, Shen Xi would often come over and mutter, "Without me, you wouldn't be able to do that." As soon as Shen Xi opened his mouth, the world would be united, and Guo Wei and Du Li would obediently agree. They are now living under someone else's roof and living in Shen's mother's vacant apartment. It seems to be a natural thing to be courteous to Shen Xi, even if the rent has never been less than a cent and a half.

My original name was Tongluo. When my parents chose the name, they hoped that the baby would be loud and loud throughout his life. However, when I was six years old, I had a high fever and could no longer make a sound. I was sold to the Kuang Mansion and worked as a servant for more than 20 years. They all called me dumb gong. Although I couldn't speak, my heart was brighter than anyone else's. The Kuang family has a lot of land and deals in medicinal materials. It controls the transportation of supplies from south to north in the province. It is one of the top wealthy families in the area. There have been wars outside these years, and the situation is not as good as before, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the appearance of the Kuang family is not inferior to the dignity at all.

Embarrassing truth or beautiful falsehood, which one do you choose? Lost Nick Hancock was sitting in the reception room of the Fifth District Police Station. The detective opposite looked very embarrassed. "Mr. Hancock, with all due respect, we can't open a case." "My daughter has been kidnapped." "Mr. Hancock, I understand your feelings, but the thing happened in Westminster Town. That place is too special. We can't interfere. What's more, it is your territory, isn't it?" The policeman had a flattering smile on his lips.