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I stumbled as I passed the door, and the living room floor rushed toward me like an old friend, eager to welcome me. Why? I had been living in this damn place for almost six months before this. The phone rang. I walked into the office slowly, pulled out the phone cord, put the receiver close to my head, and cursed in my heart. "Is it Onni?" I suddenly woke up and almost cursed. I fumbled with the receiver and pulled it to my ear. "Elina, is that you?" I asked breathlessly. At this moment, the woman's voice came from my mouth. I almost turned the receiver over and repeated the question.

He seemed to be sitting quietly in the corner, but the murderous intention in his body was gathering like a dark cloud. It was a bit cold in the laboratory. The ceramic tiles and the stainless steel shells of the instruments shone coolly under the fluorescent lamps, which seemed a little unnatural to the human world. He has spent the past ten years in such an environment. Sometimes he even felt that the more than ten years of studying in universities in China and the United States were like an exile. When he returned to China after graduation and entered the quantum physics laboratory of this top domestic university amidst the envy of his classmates and relatives, he began to have a strong feeling from time to time: the laboratory was actually a mutated prison cell, and the leaders and colleagues with low intelligence were all disguised jailers, responsible for guarding and torturing him.

It's freezing cold outside. Last month was the coldest on record and now the bone-chilling cold is showing signs of easing. Ice and snow dominated the scene outside and the only road leading to the house, which crossed a crumbling wooden bridge. During the day, when the bright sun hangs in the clear sky, melted snow drips from the eaves and freezes into large and small icicles under the eaves. Yesterday, there were seven large icicles hanging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Robert Blackmer's private study that opened to the courtyard. Now there are only five.

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.

Gada, gada... Two hesitant footsteps sounded at the end of the stairs. Suddenly, the voice-activated light in the corridor on the second floor turned on, and a woman with long hair took a step back in panic. The woman looked at the doors on both sides to make sure no one came out, then she swallowed and walked cautiously to the third floor. The woman's long hair was permed into big waves, but it could be seen that it had not been taken care of for a long time and was very dry. She had no makeup, her face was sallow, and she was wearing a lotus-colored chiffon top with the hem tucked into a dark green skirt, and a pair of beige carrot-heeled leather shoes on her feet. The woman seemed to have dressed up carefully, but she still failed to keep up with the trend. She tiptoed to the third floor, looked around and saw that no one was around. She raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door on the right, but unexpectedly, with a creak, the door opened.

Severe cold enveloped Qingyuan City in early spring. At midnight, under the dim yellow street lights, there are fading green trees, and every leaf is cold. Roger was lying on the balcony, smoking his third cigarette. The TV in the living room was playing the same sporting goods advertisement three times in a row, for fifteen seconds each time, and the signal for the UEFA Champions League football match had not yet been transferred. Sijiqing suddenly shook, and with the roar of the huge engine, several cars sped away as fast as darts. Rogge frowned, and the scars on his face twitched a few times. It's those racing guys again! I have only seen it in American movies before. A group of young people who are keen on modified cars and drag racing would speed down the deserted streets in groups every midnight.

I went to school early and was only eighteen years old when I graduated from a local middle school teacher. According to my father's wish, I was asked to work in our county's Propaganda Department, and in the future I would work as an official like him. At that time, a job had already been found for me. But I was already obsessed with painting at that time, and I looked at everything else as nonsense, so I went my own way and became an art teacher in the County No. 2 Middle School, teaching art to the fourth grade of the second grade. Most of the children in the second grade of junior high school are fourteen or fifteen years old. I am eighteen, so I am a little older than them. I am very playful and quickly became acquainted with a group of monkey cubs. I was the teacher during class, but after class I became the boss of the children. We hunted birds, fished, butchered dogs, "stealed young people", and did everything together. The principal and colleagues looked down upon me. They were all busy forming cliques to engage in political movements. I was not interested in any of the factions and neither helped nor harmed others, so gradually no one paid attention to me. It doesn't matter if you ignore it, I just don't want to get mixed up in those big shit basins.

"Oh, this Yu Lan who invested in our city turns out to be so young, she looks like a movie star! I thought she was a rich woman, but she turns out to be a beautiful rich girl!" Hou Jun shouted with bright eyes as he waved the day's newspaper and pointed at the photo of the beauty that took up half of the page. The big case was over, the new task hadn't been handed down yet, and the team leader had invited guests to celebrate in the evening. Everyone had had a few drinks, and the excitement had not subsided. When Hou Jun shouted, people gathered around him. Even the old Du Lei, who had a droopy face all day and was always sitting silently to cultivate himself, couldn't help but bow up and stretch his head. "Monkey, rush forward. Haven't you wanted to hang out with rich women all day long? There's no chance of this?" Wang Xiaoge pointed at the beauty in the newspaper and teased Hou Jun first. "Then you have to rub your face with a grindstone. Li Guangda also rushed to participate.

I am a physics teacher by profession. I am a typical perfectionist and have a typical Scorpio character, which is reflected in all aspects of life. I need a quiet space when I'm in my room. If there's a disturbing neighbor next door, or they have a puppy that barks at night, that's not something I would allow. I would knock on the person's door early the next morning and offer my opinion with a smile. If the person ignores it, I repeat it gently. But until that person moves away, there won't be a third time. No one knows how I do it. I don't need the coordination of the police or the neighborhood committee. I have created a set of secrets to drive my neighbors away.

The word "miss" should be more neutral than "fault". It indicates that you missed a fortune or a danger, as if there is no third possibility at all. The moment Jiang Limin stepped out of the door of the newspaper office, he was tripped by a stranger. He was delayed for twenty minutes and missed the time to meet the supermodel Xin Lili. These twenty minutes were a matter of life and death, creating a third possibility of "missing out" - Xin Lili lost her life on the roof of the "City Corner" bar. No wonder Jiang Limin complained, the newspaper office was indeed as messy as a farmer's market. All kinds of people walked in casually, asking and reporting all kinds of questions.

Yu Lihong walked out of the taxi with her suitcase, took out her keys and was about to open the door, but saw that the door was ajar. She was surprised. Her husband was too careless and forgot to lock the door? Pushing the door open and entering the house, Yu Lihong suddenly saw a black cloud floating in front of her eyes. The black clouds rushed toward her in layers, like a strange and terrifying black cloak, and like paper money flying during a summons. Yu Lihong covered her chest and took two steps back. After gathering herself, she saw that it was a black butterfly. Countless black butterflies flapped their wings, the ones as big as a baby's hand and as small as peas. They stared with scarlet eyes, looking extremely scary. Yu Lihong reacted quickly, took two steps back and opened the door, then took off her coat and waved it around, blowing the butterflies out. But these black butterflies seemed to be particularly attached to her residence. They bumped against the wall, went up the stairs, and kept flying, but they avoided the window.

The silver-gray Lexus drove in the late autumn night, and the coconut trees illuminated by the streetlights on both sides of the coastal avenue stretched their branches and leaves and swayed in the wind. The driver was a slender lady, and her passenger Nie Ke was in his forties with a slender and well-proportioned figure. His face has a strong outline, his eyes are slightly sunken, and his deep gaze is very penetrating. "I'm glad to be able to personally experience the case you handled." Xu Fei said, "Are you planning to go back to Wuhan?" Nie Ke said, "I'm a little tired these days. Are there any new attractions nearby?"

The singing stopped abruptly as the car braked, followed by a sense of relief. If I had known better, I shouldn't have played this ear-splitting CD endlessly along the way. But then I thought about it, driving this dilapidated second-hand car out of Odawara and searching for three hours on the winding mountain road. Without music to accompany it, this feeling would be really unbearable. Well, the lack of tobacco belt is also an oversight. When I thought about buying cigarettes, the car had already driven into the mountain col. How could there be any store in this damn place? I spit out the tasteless gum into a tissue and threw it on the passenger seat. I thought that when I opened the car door, the hot and humid wind blowing in must be the hot and humid wind in midsummer, but I didn't expect that it would be very cool on my face. This is Katsuragi Ridge, a mountain road that goes over the Amagi Mountains of the Izu Peninsula. The mountain road is bumpy, but the air is good along the way, and you can hear the chirping of cicadas.

Even now, I still get chills when I think about that night. That was just after the Great Tokyo Earthquake! After 10 o'clock that night, the sky began to look strange. With the roar of the typhoon, huge raindrops fell in a loud patter. Because I saw in the newspaper in the morning that "Typhoon will hit the Imperial Capital at midnight today", I was restless in the office all day. Unfortunately, the weather station's prediction came true. I would say that I was restless because I had to work the night shift from 12 to 2 in the morning, and it was very uncomfortable to work the night shift in a storm. This night shift service was started about a month ago after the Great Tokyo Earthquake. At that time, because all transportation was paralyzed, various rumors spread, and the remaining high-end residential areas after the fire were raided by robbers, so the so-called self-defense police group was formed.

A road map is just a way of saying it. When you are not on the road, you think about going on the road. When you are on the road, you have a different feeling. You don't know where you will go as you walk. Some things cannot be done, but we still have to do them. While we are doing them, we cannot help but feel: What is happening to these guys now? Is it okay to continue like this? Minutes before the incident happened, at the top of Fenghuang Slope, Zhong Zhao asked Guo Shuilong to work hard to overcome the difficulties and endure it. This difficulty is difficult to overcome. Guo Shuilong felt cramps in his stomach, so he asked to be "treated". The so-called "processing" actually means excretion, which may also require vomiting. Zhong Zhao pointed forward for Guo Shuilong to see.

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun shone lazily on the wall through the mist in the air and the yellowing leaves of the plane tree, leaving some very abstract orange images. Yiran was sitting against the wall opposite those images, and was seriously doing handicrafts, a popular female craft in the market called "cross-stitch". The pattern she chose was two roses, with a pure rose red background and crystal dewdrops on the petals. While the clothes were being embroidered with dewdrops, she would occasionally stop sewing and look at the work in her hands. The rose had not yet formed, but there were some signs of dewdrops, but to her, they looked more like two drops of tears, so she gave herself a chance to sigh out of thin air.

Zhong Xinming will take a flight to Beijing today. He was afraid that he would oversleep and miss his flight, so yesterday he specifically asked his secretary to call him and wake him up this morning. The secretary said flatteringly, why bother? It would be better to book a flight in the afternoon and be more relaxed. The secretary is new here and doesn't know Zhong Xinming's rules. He likes to take early flights. Why he likes it? Zhong Xinming always explains that he wants to be energetic. People who fly and fly airplanes are all energetic. In fact, he has a hidden secret that no one knows about. His wife died in a plane crash three years ago. The airline explained that it was a mechanical accident, but rumors said that the pilot was overtired and caused operational errors.

That morning, I was guarding a drug deal with my partner Mike in front of a small bar near Qinxian Street. At that time, the target had not yet appeared. Mike said that he had been stuck in the car for most of the night and needed to go out for some air. I turned on the FM radio in the car and heard the news of a big explosion at the Tokyo subway exit. More than a dozen bodies had been found at the scene... I suddenly remembered that the finished product was working at the Asakusa Kabuki Model Agency not far from the subway exit. I had to pass the subway every day when commuting to and from get off work. All kinds of thoughts suddenly flooded me. I hurriedly took out my mobile phone to call her phone, but was told that it was turned off.

"It seems that you have really made your debut!" Yamagishi patted Shuya on the shoulder happily and said, Shuya was confused after hearing this. Following the direction of Yamagishi's finger, he saw the "Last Month's Sales Performance Table" posted on the wall. Still following his old habit, Xiuzai looked for his own name at the bottom, but at the end was someone else's name. He searched upwards one by one, and finally saw himself at the position where he raised his upper jaw - fifth from the bottom, in the middle of the table. "Sales Headquarters Kuzuya Shuya". He had never felt that this name was so handsome. But after a while, he felt something was wrong - was everyone else's performance last month particularly poor? "Why are you looking so sad and unhappy?" Yamagishi laughed out loud this time and patted Shuya hard on the back of his head. Xiu Zai shook his body and finally grinned: "Hey, I'm afraid it's a blind cat catching a dead mouse."

The Yamanote Line tram had made five and a half turns, and Umeoka Shinoko finally made up her mind and stood up. She was taking the Inner Circle Line. The tram slowly entered the Shinjuku platform. As soon as the door opened, a few passengers got off the train. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and most of the male passengers looked drunk. When these people were sitting in the car, they were swaying, but as soon as they stood up, they immediately became energetic and walked calmly and steadily when they got off the car. Every time I see such a scene, I find it incomprehensible. Why do these men pretend to be so drunk? Naoko went to Shinjuku to pay off the loan shark interest, and she borrowed a large amount of money. This was something that made her painful but had to do it, because today was payday, and even if it was delayed by one day, the interest would snowball, making her unable to bear it.

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

Junya Fukuyama stood in front of a three-story apartment illuminated by bright street lights. The name of the apartment is written on the iron plate of the metal fence. He turned the fence and went inside, where he saw the mailbox. The name "Zhi Cao" is written on the mailbox in room "302". This must be Rina Shibago's apartment. Junya went up the stairs, but he stepped back. He held onto the wall and stuffed a piece of gum into his mouth. He was hesitating whether to go in or not. It was three days ago that I met Rina. It was in a bar in Shinjuku.

The leader of an evil force who was attacked for stealing the country's crude oil was shot. It was supposed to be a huge relief. Unexpectedly, there were constant criticisms in the society, saying that the police were protecting one out of ten and that the one they were protecting was the real oil field thief. Two brothers who were born into a family of three generations of oil workers embarked on completely different paths. One is an oil field policeman who sacrifices his life to combat oil-related crimes, and the other is the driving force behind a series of oil-theft crimes and the "master-in-chief" of "oil guzzlers" of all sizes; the new public security chief Long Zizhou identifies Liu Xiu as the boss behind the oil-theft gang and takes action against Liu Xiu's chemical factory. Liu Xiu unexpectedly wanted to hand himself over to the police along with all the members of the oil theft gang.

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

"I'm just going to take a nap... Just a nap... Don't be discovered... I'm so tired... So tired..." Tang Binglin muttered silently, closed her eyes, leaned on the sofa in Room K, and quickly fell asleep. The dim light cast down her brown eye shadow turned into pearl color, and her peach lip gloss turned into light pink. Although this K room had been deactivated three months ago because it did not have closed-circuit equipment, Tang Binglin was still very worried. She fell asleep amid her worries and mumblings. Tang Binglin didn't know at this time that disaster would strike when she woke up from her short nap.

Wen Jiangliu, the head catcher of Dajie Town, walked into a paper-making shop after patrolling the streets for a week. Yan Xichun, the shopkeeper of the paper shop, is a young man in his early twenties. He is taking a nap on the counter with his chin in one hand. Wen Jiangliu walked up and knocked on his table with the hilt of his sword. The shopkeeper tilted his hand and hit his head on the table, waking up. Wen Jiang Liuxiao asked him how he dozed off while doing business in broad daylight. Yan Xichun wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled sheepishly: "Cousin." He yawned widely, "The recent business... Ha... Is very good. I stayed up late to tie a lot of goods, so I was sleepy during the day..." Wen Jiangliu frowned, how good could a paper goods business be? Yan Xichun took out a paper cornucopia from under the cabinet: "Many people have died of illness in the city recently. Some people from well-off families ordered hundreds of paper figures and horses from me, and even the money was almost sold out."

The person I see in the mirror is a beautiful and charming person. The fruit green dress wrapped the curves of my body perfectly, forming a suffocating arc. I smiled at myself in the mirror, admiringly, proudly, even defiantly. I smiled even more when I thought of the bride who would be eclipsed by my beautiful appearance at the wedding held a few hours later. "I just want to steal the bride's limelight!" The cool beauty in the mirror said fiercely. After the taxi took me around one alley after another, the bustling scene of the metropolis appeared before my eyes. High-rise buildings, busy traffic, and noisy people. I frowned, simply closed my eyes, and leaned on the back of the taxi's seat.

Dongmei got into an argument with the housewife because she didn't wash her underwear, so she walked away and fired the housewife. Dongmei is the nanny. The housewife of this family is called Zhao Na, and she is the head nurse of a certain hospital. Dongmei was introduced to Zhao Na as a nanny by her second aunt Hua Hua. Hua Hua and Zhao Na are old classmates, and it was Hua Hua's idea that Dongmei come to the city to work. On the day Dongmei and Zhao Na met, Hua Hua made an agreement with Zhao Na. According to the custom in Dongmei's hometown, Dongmei cannot wash the housewife's underwear. If she washes her underwear, she will not have children for the rest of her life, which is unlucky.

Heavy rain hurt the ground, and Qingyuan City turned into a water world under the bombardment of thunder. Roger sat in the jeep, staring at the rain in front of him. Thousands of raining arrows seemed to pierce the windshield and rush in. But at this moment his heart was peaceful, like a lotus leaf floating on the surface of a lake on a clear summer day. The reaction to falling out of love is different for every man. After leaving the apartment at No. 7 Huaishu Street in the afternoon, Rogge sat in the car like this. Now, it's getting dark early and the rain is getting even crazier. My heart is quiet.

The black car meandered forward in the morning fog with extremely low visibility, passed through the development zone avenue, turned a steep bend eastward, and drove towards the mist-shrouded garden villa. The car parked steadily under the grape arbor in front of the building. The driver Xiao Wang skillfully opened the car door, and the chairman of Guangyu Group stepped out of the car tiredly. Forty-three-year-old Huang Weiye stepped into Qinyuan. This luxurious villa was built when he moved from City C three years ago. Previously, the Huang family had been operating a pharmaceutical factory with good profits. After the death of the boss Huang Zetian, his son Huang Weiye sold the pharmaceutical factory at a low price and moved the family to Linhai City. They say it's a whole family, but in fact it's just him and his wife. They have been married for many years and have never had children.

There were no lights on in the laboratory, only a desk lamp on the workbench was on, and the dim light shone on Professor Xiao's face. Professor Xiao was sitting in front of the computer at his workbench. His sparse white hair was undisturbed, his expression was peaceful, his eyes were bright and focused, and he looked like he was working seriously. If you don't look carefully, you really don't know that Professor Xiao is dead. Just now, Inspector Ouyang Xiaxue received a call from Deputy Director Tao Dake, saying that a professor named Xiao from Northern Medical University died in Huilou. Detachment leader Zhou Liqiang and police officer Rogge were working on another case. They would arrive in two hours, so she was asked to rush to the Medical University first to protect the crime scene. Inspector Ouyang Xiaxue has been to Northern Medical University before, but this is the first time he has had close contact with Huilou. The gray building has a pointed roof, round arches, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Kagoshima City's Shiroyama Town, as its name suggests, is located on the hillside on the east side of Shiroyama. It is an ancient historical city. During the Battle of Southwest, the Saigo Army used this place as its last stronghold to resist the imperial army. If you climb to the observation deck on the top of the city, you can have a panoramic view of the city streets and Sakurajima. Therefore, this place is always busy with many tourists and citizens all year round. Not far from the road, you can see several old houses close together and surrounded by dark green woods. It is located in a remote place and has a quiet environment, so it has been able to escape the baptism of war. Itō Toyoyoshi built a house at the foot of Shiroyama before the war. His wife passed away ten years ago. After his only daughter got married, he made a living by working as a busboy in a hotel, living alone until now.

"We're flying! Honey, come and hold my hand!" "Why don't you answer?" "You go to heaven and I'll go to hell." The misty rain fell slightly. Sculptures of Li Xinjie usually stand in front of tombstones. What is puzzling is that it turns out to be a tablet without words. Throughout history, only Wu Zetian erected a monument without words to show that the merits and demerits of right and wrong can be commented by future generations. So, what is the explanation for this wordless tablet in front of us? No one asked. After all, the deceased was not an ordinary person. After all, his death was still shrouded in mystery. The deceased's name was Zhu Junhao, a business wizard and a household name in the local area.

It has been more than thirty years since I set foot on this land again. The passage of time and the changes of the times have made Yu Jia feel extremely strange. The old meadow has been turned into a fish and shrimp farm, and the scenery of the past has been completely changed. Only the green reed grass under the embankment and the endless yellow sea water can still vaguely reproduce the past. Hu Xiaoguang's figure appeared before his eyes again. A brief and strange encounter, a promise that is difficult to fulfill, have been gnawing at Yu Jia's heart for decades.

The mist in the mountain hot springs is hazy, and Shen Su is sinking into the water with his hands enjoying himself. For a person who has just won the ring, the most pleasant thing is to take a hot bath. He is a beautiful boy with fair skin. He is washing his hands carefully at the moment. As his name suggests, Shen Su's special skill is not a sword, but a pair of hands. Last night, these hands just killed someone. The boy who brought tea and water rashly entered his room without knocking, saw something he shouldn't have seen, and was killed. Shen Su rubbed his palm with his hand. The hand that had killed someone had a faint smell of blood, like the fallen leaves after the rain with the fragrance of decay. People die every day in the world. If an insignificant boy dies, not many people will care. And, he handled the scene to perfection.

"I really can't figure it out. Why do I always meet beautiful women when I go out to eat with others, but when I go out to eat with you, I always meet dead people?" Under the blue sky and white sun, in the Caihua Building, a skinny young man in white stared at another scholar in gray clothes with simple clothes and patched sleeves. "Do you have the plague on you?" The scholar in gray sighed and slowly said He said slowly: "Going out? This is obviously your family's property. Do you think I don't know that you go to your own restaurant every time you invite guests to dinner?" This scrawny young man in white is Fang Duobing, the eldest son of the "Fang family" in the world; and the scholar in gray is a famous miracle doctor in the world, Li Lianhua, the owner of the lotus building with auspicious patterns, which is said to be able to bring people back to life.

His kiss was magic. At the moment when their lips touched, no! As soon as you think about the contact between your lips, a lustful electric current will flow through your body. This electric current will stimulate all the sexy parts of your body and spread throughout your body until your heart is excited to the extreme. Weakness, dizziness, indescribable intoxication. Without him, I wouldn't be able to live in this world. However... I haven't been able to get through to his cell phone for half a month. Even if the call is connected, the message returned is always a recorded message. Could it be that he wants to abandon me, or has a new woman? Yuko climbed the stairs outside the apartment with a sad mood. Winter has come to the world in a hurry, and the north wind is whistling, blowing her cheeks mercilessly. They have already made an appointment, and they cannot visit rashly without making an appointment in advance.

The night wind was biting, like a knife blade constantly cutting the cheeks of several passers-by. The middle-aged man who was leading the way raised his head and took a sip of the roasted knife in the wine bag before saying, "How long does it take to get there?" "Originally, we should have reached the place after halfway up the mountain, but the ghosts here are so evil that we can't be sure." A wretched man with a rat beard said from behind. "Trash!" The middle-aged man showed a row of yellow teeth. He swept away the dust on his body, and the clothes covered with a layer of dirt revealed his true colors. He was actually wearing the official uniform of a purple-robed head-catcher. The three people behind the man were wearing blue-robed police uniforms, and the last one was in ragged clothes, with iron shackles on his hands and feet. He was a prisoner. The moonlight moved slightly and shone behind the buttocks of several people, where there was a dark coffin.

"This is an ancient bronze mirror from the Tang Dynasty unearthed in our county." On the fourth floor of the County Cultural Palace, in an exhibition hall of about 400 square meters, various cultural relics unearthed in this area are displayed in glass cabinets carefully placed along both sides of the central axis. Although this most ordinary layout is far from being compared with the elegance and luxury displayed in large museums, against the faint halo, the entire layout looks simple and bright, giving people a completely different style. Tian Jiajie, director of the County Cultural Management Office, is introducing the cultural relics on display to guests headed by Director Zhou of the Provincial Department of Culture who came specially to inspect the exhibition.

"Meng Ping, it's really nice here." Ling Yun looked around curiously, and the bohemian dress on his body fluttered and danced. The light in the corridor is dim, as if there is misty smoke, and the small bright red searchlight on the wall makes the exquisite glass bottom tiles even more exquisite and translucent. Xu Mengping put his arms around Ling Yun's shoulders and walked forward with a smile in his eyes: "My wife personally picked me up from get off work, why don't you reciprocate the favor?" Ling Yun glanced sideways at her husband and said coquettishly, "Hey, don't do this." The beauty in cheongsam led the two of them into a small room at the end of the corridor. There is a four-seater walnut dining table and chairs in the room, and many small green potted plants are arranged on the windowsill.

Director Zhu Yibin of the Yima Town Police Station was eating mutton dip at a mutton stall in the town when he overheard several diners telling the story of Wang Yidao, the butcher in Yixi Village. They said that Wang Yidao had an unfortunate life. His ex-wife died in a car accident, leaving behind two underage children. The mother-in-law sent her sister-in-law to take care of her brother-in-law's life and the food and clothing of their two children. Later, Wang Yidao married his sister-in-law. Wang Yidao's life should have been happy now, but misfortunes came one after another. First, the second son left by his ex-wife died of leukemia, and then a few years later, the eldest son left by his ex-wife disappeared inexplicably. It has been more than ten years now, and there is no news at all. No one is seen alive or dead.

At night, a big net fell from the sky, covering Qingyuan City. Under the moonlight, there was silence all around. Ouyang Xiaxue sat dejectedly on the edge of the fish pond. He swung the rod several times in succession, but no fish took the bait. He sighed softly and looked at Rogge blankly. Rogge is not as anxious as Xia Xue. He has his own understanding of fishing. Fishing is originally a matter of interest. The hobby lies in fishing, not just for the fish. Moreover, the fish in the fish pond must be weighed after being caught, and the price is several times higher than the price in the fish market. Not worth it! Rogge was holding a cigarette and staring at the fish pond, his eyes suddenly flashed.

The night is already very deep. There was not a single car or pedestrian on the simple rural road. On both sides of the road are clumps of woods and fields of crops. The crops are about to mature, and the tall corn forests are densely packed, like a green ocean. The sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional hoot of an owl added an eerie atmosphere to the quiet road. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and a flashlight swayed on the road. Under the glow of the flashlight, two men carrying backpacks walked quickly. One of the men had a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butt flashed a red halo from time to time, which looked shocking in the night. There was not a single house on either side of the road, and there was no light at all.

He is dead. So young, only 30 years old. The company had just promoted him to director, and it was time to move towards a bright future. Death seemed premature for this age. The cause of death was subarachnoid hemorrhage. He suddenly complained of heartache and nausea in the company, and ran out of gas as soon as he ran into the toilet. Although he was quickly taken to the hospital by ambulance, it was already too late. He never regained consciousness and could not believe that he was dead. It would be a bit too abrupt and strange to die. When he was about to leave this world, I couldn't take one last look at him. At the moment when my favorite person in the world was about to leave, I couldn't be by his side, and I regret it infinitely. As for the cause of subarachnoid hemorrhage, it is not high blood pressure or arteriosclerosis.

There is almost no spring in Qingyuan City. Within a few days after the ice and snow melted and the willow sprouts sprouted, the hot wind swept over the ground as if it was ready. The lead cloud of industrial pollution covered the sky over the city like a pot lid, not letting out a trace of heat. Pedestrians on the street walked in embarrassment, wishing to stick out their tongues like dogs to dissipate heat. After walking around Chenghuang Temple Street twice, Roger felt a little irritated. He sweated and took out his cell phone. But the other party didn't answer and hung up the phone instead. Rogge became a little annoyed and threw the phone into his pocket bitterly. He looked around for a moment, found a shady spot, and hurried over.

He Ping was half lying on the sofa and opened the notebook on the coffee table. Chrysanthemums were blooming on the table. There is also a document bag on the coffee table. The content inside involves a bloodless murder case. There is a note that says "I killed me". There is no signature, date or signature. After identification, it is found that the handwriting on the note is the work of the deceased. So it seems undisputed that the deceased committed suicide, right? As the night progressed, the cool air gradually became stronger. He Ping took out the note from the document bag and still couldn't see any flaws. She picked up the mouse, clicked on the desktop, and opened a video file. The time on the screen and what He Ping had were an unintentional coincidence - at midnight, there was a through-the-air rain. Rain is everywhere, and a ray of cold light cuts through a narrow and curved alley like a knife. The cement floor is in disrepair, and the potholes are filled with rainwater. The light kisses this dark night like a cold snake.

My name is Li Xiao and I am a private detective. Don't worry about calling me by the wrong name. Yes, it is pronounced the same as the word "" in the woods. I didn't know the word before, but then I thought the name was too common, so I just looked it up in the dictionary. It's a kind of bamboo, it seems. Private detective sounds a bit cool, and I can vouch for my personality that there is still a bright future in this profession in our country. This personality can be yours or his, but it's not mine anyway. Now, I have no hope at all. I got divorced last year just after my thirty-fifth birthday. If I were asked to investigate the inside story of other people's divorces, I might be very interested and earn some income, but I can't be bothered about my own affairs at all, even though I received 50,000 yuan after the divorce.

An interesting thing happened in Jincheng recently. Someone posted a post on the portal website, the content is as follows: Title: 10 million game coins to reward chess pieces, deadline is January 17th at 8 a. M. Bounty: 10 million game coins, game type of your choice. Task: Please help me steal something. As we all know, chess has a total of thirty-six chess pieces. Now I want the king of the white chess pieces that the owner of Jincheng Xiangji Antique Shop carries with him. No matter how you steal the chess piece and hand it over to yourself, the mission will be completed and the reward will be paid immediately. I mean it sincerely and this is no joke. Photocopies of the overseas guarantee certificate are as follows. We hope everyone will actively participate. If this chess set is a rare treasure, it makes sense that someone would want it.

The dawn outside the window was gray and white. It was almost dawn, but Taipinglang still stayed up all night. The feeling of being unable to fall asleep was really unbearable. The quarrel coming from next door was intermittent, high and low. The young couple always quarreled endlessly! The house his parents rented for him was only a hundred meters away from Xinxing High School. It was for the convenience of his schooling and to create a good and quiet learning environment for him. But contrary to expectations, the quarrel lasted for five days. Not to mention how depressed Taiping Lang was. He waited until five o'clock in the morning when the quarrel next door gradually stopped. After sleeping for an hour, he got up, made a glass of milk, gnawed a few pieces of black bread, and was about to pick up his schoolbag to learn English. Suddenly, I heard a siren blaring downstairs, and then it became extremely noisy outside the door.

I was twenty-one years old that year. After graduating from the Chinese Department of the university, I was assigned to work as a secretary in the General Office of the Ministry of Public Security. I didn't want to, but my family had no background and I had no acquaintances in Beijing, so I had no choice but to recognize him. I thought I would work for a while and then find a new job at a newspaper or publisher or something. In those years, newly assigned college students had to go to the grassroots level for training. The point of our department is in the northeast. So, before the chair under my butt was warm, I bundled up my luggage and threw it on the train, and together with a few newcomers, we arrived in Luan County, Heilongjiang Province. When we arrived at the county bureau, only one girl remained, and the others all went to the grassroots level. The place I went to was the police station in Tashan Town. Looking at the map of China, Luan County is roughly at the mouth of the "chicken". Tashan Town is not big, with about 30,000 to 20,000 people.