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A disfigured female corpse is discovered in the underground palace of a century-old church in the ancient capital of Shangjing. A giant kite flies in the midnight sky. The girlfriend of an evening newspaper reporter suddenly evaporates on a rainy night. The Kite Knight with ulterior motives, the mysterious woman with a similar face, the dangerous and magical underground world, the gorgeous and shady entertainment industry... Are all these related? In order to find his girlfriend and solve this series of incredible mysteries, reporter Wen Mu began a dangerous investigation...

It was one morning in early autumn. I was sitting in the reporter's office of "Weinan Evening News", thinking about what news clues I should look for today to ensure that I could complete the task of writing fifteen articles for the newspaper every month. At this time, the phone on the table rang. When I answered it, an old voice came from the phone. "Excuse me, is this "Weinan Evening News"?" "Yes." "Please help me find reporter Yu Song." "That's me." I was stunned after hearing this. "Who are you?" "Ah, that's great. I wrote an article and want to give it to you. Please wait for me for a while and I will rush over right away."

The Shifangku Church in Beicheng was the first church built by British missionaries in Beijing at the end of the 18th century. It was magnificent and magnificent at the time. During the Boxer Rebellion, this was the last stronghold for foreigners in the city. The British troops who arrived later fought with the Boxers repeatedly here, and the battle was extremely fierce. The dilapidated church slowly fell into disrepair over the years.

It was impossible for Chairman Zhao Haocheng not to know that Limon Company's cargo ship was detained at the port. He called Luo Feng to question him. Secretary Han Shaohua put the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill on the table, ready at any time if the chairman had a heart problem. "We are all rough people, and we are full of curse words! Do you want me to curse?" The chairman shouted with a red face, waving his hands towards Luo Feng while shouting. Luo Feng listened honestly and leaned on the window sill to smoke.

I have the same dream over and over again. In a university dormitory in a foreign country, on a long-distance train, or in an airplane cabin at an altitude of 10,000 meters, whenever I fall asleep, this strange dream will come unexpectedly: a dark room, a narrow window, and shabby curtains hanging on the window. One-third of the hanging rings above the curtains have fallen off, and the faint night light pours in from the incomplete hanging rings. I saw myself lying on a squeaky wooden bed, as if it was a very cold winter. I wrapped my whole body tightly in the quilt. In a state that seemed more like a dream than a dream, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the white figure.

Pushing open the heavy glass door of KFC, a burst of cold air hit his face. It was originally very comfortable, but Meng Fanzhou shivered for no reason. Lin Xueer put away the beautiful "Paradise" umbrella, patted her chest with her hand exaggeratedly and said, "It's so comfortable. Let me tell you, come here to cool off more!" Meng Fanzhou disagreed. He agreed to come here only because he was hungry and tired and happened to pass by its door. When Lin Xueer ordered food, he went directly to the bathroom. Fortunately, it is now past two o'clock in the afternoon, past the peak dining period, and there is no one in the bathroom. He picked up his pants unhurriedly, hoping that Lin Xueer would be waiting at the dining table when he returned. By the time he closed the toilet door and walked to the wash basin, he knew he still had a chance to waste time.

I have the same dream over and over again. In a university dormitory in a foreign country, on a long-distance train, or in an airplane cabin at an altitude of 10,000 meters, whenever I fall asleep, this strange dream will come unexpectedly: a dark room, a narrow window, and shabby curtains hanging on the window. One-third of the hanging rings above the curtains have fallen off, and the faint night light pours in from the incomplete hanging rings. I saw myself lying on a squeaky wooden bed, as if it was a very cold winter. I wrapped my whole body tightly in the quilt. In a state that seemed more like a dream than a dream, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the white figure.

The Huabang Hotel in Wulong Fairy Mountain Scenic Area in Chongqing is of high quality and is rated as a four-star hotel. The lady on duty at the main station is surnamed Liu. She is feeling a little depressed today. She is not a native of Wulong, but lives in Fuling, not far from Wulong. Yesterday was her mother's birthday. Ms. Liu asked for leave a week in advance. The foreman agreed at that time. Unexpectedly, the Wulong Tiankeng was successfully declared a world heritage and the Fairy Mountain Scenic Area was open for free for a few days. Tourists came in droves, but the foreman refused to let her go.

At nine o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by a phone call from Taniguchi Kikuko. "Good morning, thanks to your arrangement, I had a good night's sleep. I have never had such a good sleep recently." "That's great, have you had breakfast?" "I just went to the restaurant to eat, including toast, tortillas, bacon, orange juice, coffee... Excuse me, can't I leave the room even one step?" I was surprised by her appetite. It seems her mood has returned to normal. I feel relieved.

At 10:30 in the evening, all the staff in the office had already left work at 5 o'clock. I was the only one left who turned on two fluorescent lamps and struggled in front of the computer. The keyboard no longer made a clicking sound because I could no longer squeeze out any energy to process the report in front of me. This report is very difficult and involves my promotion. Only by submitting a beautiful transcript before next week can I prove my strength in front of the manager and add a reward to my evaluation results.

One day at the end of January 1950, a propane gas tank explosion occurred at the Shinagawa Plant of Tokyo Meiwa Chemical Co., Ltd., Killing and injuring one hundred and dozens of people. A large explosion occurred in a petrochemical plant, which is unique in Japan. Moreover, the Shinagawa plant is a modern new factory with complete safety measures and safety equipment. Therefore, the relevant parties attach great importance to this major accident and immediately conduct an in-depth investigation to investigate the cause and responsibility. However, the investigation work came to an end. It was vigorous at first, but slowed down in the middle, and the result was unexpected: the accident was caused by the improper handling of materials by the Mingcheng Construction Company that contracted the project.

Ellery Queen is the pen name of two famous American detective novelists, Frederick Dannay and Manfred B. Lee. The two writers began to collaborate in 1932 and created a series of unique detective novels, most of which were published under the pen name of Ellery Queen. They created the golden age of American detective mystery novels. Their Quinn detective series became popular in the United States and Europe and remains a best-seller to this day. Every case that Quinn investigates is a mystery that is difficult to solve. The entire case is confusing and there are no clear clues, making people feel like they are stuck in a cloud and can't figure out the clue. Until the end, it is difficult for readers to guess who the criminal is. After seeing the answer, they can only admire the author's impeccable and rigorous reasoning. Starting from this issue, this magazine will serialize Ellery Quinn's detective novel "American Gun Mystery" in three issues. We hope that readers may accept the author's challenge when reading and try your logical reasoning and analytical judgment abilities. This may increase your interest in reading.

General Manager Kuroki finally used the power of the small shareholders he hired to obtain the qualifications for the shareholders' meeting to reverse the extremely passive situation. He was in a very embarrassing situation because a major shareholder raised a problem with the huge arrears at the Meiwa Kasei Shareholders' General Meeting. At this moment, Kuroki Akira's body was discovered on a rock under D of the former Hotaka east wall. The corpse, which had been smashed beyond recognition, was rotting and covered with maggots. Kuroki Akira's clothes were torn, revealing bones covered with rotten flesh. All the exposed bones were covered with black flies. Perhaps it was because the corpse was rotting and the stench was overflowing that it even reached the top of Suigong Peak, so it attracted attention and was discovered.

General Manager Kuroki finally used the power of the small shareholders he hired to obtain the qualifications for the shareholders' meeting to reverse the extremely passive situation. He was in a very embarrassing situation because a major shareholder raised a problem with the huge arrears at the Meiwa Kasei Shareholders' General Meeting. At this moment, Kuroki Akira's body was discovered on a rock under D of the former Hotaka east wall. The corpse, which had been smashed beyond recognition, was rotting and covered with maggots. Kuroki Akira's clothes were torn, revealing bones covered with rotten flesh. All the exposed bones were covered with black flies. Perhaps it was because the corpse was rotting and the stench was overflowing that it even reached the top of Suigong Peak, so it attracted attention and was discovered.

One day at the end of January 1950, a propane gas tank explosion occurred at the Shinagawa Plant of Tokyo Meiwa Chemical Co., Ltd., Killing and injuring one hundred and dozens of people. A large explosion occurred in a petrochemical plant, which is unique in Japan. Moreover, the Shinagawa plant is a modern new factory with complete safety measures and safety equipment. Therefore, the relevant parties attach great importance to this major accident and immediately conduct an in-depth investigation to investigate the cause and responsibility. However, the investigation work came to an end. It was vigorous at first, but slowed down in the middle, and the result was unexpected: the accident was caused by the improper handling of materials by the Mingcheng Construction Company that contracted the project.

The corpse seemed to have a smile on its face, its eyes were slightly open, and it kept staring at Liulang. Liulang became more and more panicked, and his trembling hands kept pulling sand into the pit. Until the entire pit was filled, he stepped back and forth countless times before leaving in despair. The afternoon sun is so beautiful, shining through the leaves on the ground in dappled patterns. Chongwu passed Tongsi Bridge, Qiaoxia Village, and came to Wuzhaolong. As he walked, he thought that he could reach Hu Town in the evening, help Anjia Yuanwai kill the pigs at dawn, and then return to Longqiu after breakfast. At this time, Ding Chongwu saw from a distance that the She people were driving a huge wild boar running towards this side. In the blink of an eye, the wild boar rushed in front of him and rushed straight towards Ding Chongwu. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" She Ren shouted from behind.

The 39-year-old Renlang is a somewhat mysterious man in the eyes of his neighbors. He lives in seclusion and lives alone every day. He lives on the top floor of an elevator apartment in the city center. It is the largest and most expensive apartment in the entire community. It has two bedrooms and two living rooms in a European style of 135 square meters, which are luxuriously and elegantly decorated. There is also a large terrace with an area of ​​more than 50 square meters, which has been decorated into a huge garden. Different from other people's gardens, the plants in his garden were so dense that they blocked out almost all the sunlight. In addition, all the windows in the rooms were tightly covered with thick curtains, making this luxury residence that should be sunny all day long dark.

The man's face looked unfamiliar, and it was obvious that he was a first-time customer. He was about fifty years old, maybe because his liver was not in good condition, his face looked unusually dark, and his appearance was not very pleasing. However, if the barber wants to attract customers, he has to strike up conversations and socialize, so he greets them with a smile and says: You are here, please come in. "The man stared at Jin Ji's face, and then sat down in front of the mirror without saying a word. Then, he seemed a little sleepy and yawned a little. Some customers are really weird. They feel like falling asleep as soon as they step into the barber shop. This man probably belongs to this category. His hair is relatively hard and mixed with white hair.

Kunlun on the left, Tianshan on the right. On the loess official road, a dark shadow passed quickly, as fast as a flash of light. Blowing flowers, blowing flowers, just because the sky was full of pear blossoms when I entered Dongchang. At this moment, Chuihua stopped in front of a white horse, cupped her hands and said, "Sir, ahead are the Tianshan Mountains and Kunlun Mountains, where Yue Ruying's Moon Shadow Palace should be hidden." Having entered the plateau, the white horse gasped for air, raised its hoofs and neighed uneasily. The man on the seat pulled the reins and immediately calmed it down. "Go directly into the mountain." A deep male voice came through the wind and sand. Silver armor, heroic appearance, with a coldness that could repel people thousands of miles away. "Yes." Chuihua quickly mounted her horse and followed the figure of a rider in front of her. Zhang Changming, who is in charge of Dongchang, the largest special agency of the Ming Dynasty, came to the border to find life-saving medicine for the seventh princess Zhu Jingting.

At 11:30 pm on February 8, late at night on Chengyang Road, the wind suddenly blew. The dim street lights, like tired fireflies, made the night darker. Scattered sounds of firecrackers could be heard from residential areas in the distance, just like Japanese cuisine, one dish after another, exquisite and detailed, but never satisfying. When I opened the car door, the cold wind hit my face, unexpectedly hitting my heart and lungs. She gasped. The wind swept over the firecracker paper and dead leaves, swirling and dancing in the air. I waved away the flying dust and hit the car door, the anti-theft lock buzzing. The crisp sound of high heels echoed on the sidewalk, which was slightly messy. Several jokes about drunkards came to mind, and she tried the zigzag move, patted her red face, and giggled. Squatting down, using the light of the Nokia N95 in her hand, she unlocked the special lock, opened the rolling shutter, and pushed open the glass door.

I know a mysterious, computer-minded, and extremely clever detective. His name is Mo Yelong. After getting to know him, and with the persuasion of others, I wrote a novel titled "The Golden Key" based on the content of a serial murder case he solved. This case revolves around "the gold buried by Oguri Uenosuke". It has been a long time since I wrote this novel. The new case I am about to describe here occurred shortly after the "Golden Key" case.

At nine o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by a phone call from Taniguchi Kikuko. "Good morning, thanks to your arrangement, I had a good night's sleep. I have never had such a good sleep recently." "That's great, have you had breakfast?" "I just went to the restaurant to eat, including toast, tortillas, bacon, orange juice, coffee... Excuse me, can't I leave the room even one step?" I was surprised by her appetite. It seems her mood has returned to normal. I feel relieved.

The feather was very light, pure white in color, and weighed nothing in the palm of my hand. Shamu looked at the feather and closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling some unknown emotions. In the business hall of the only post office in the county, the early morning Gobi still had the remaining cool air of the night. Shamu was wearing an old jacket, and his expression looked gloomy in the gloomy hall. The staff member might not have woken up yet, so he stretched out and knocked on the glass window to remind the tall, gloomy boy to stop being distracted. Alida also pushed Shamu's shoulder at the right time. This Uighur boy with long eyelashes and a warm smile said in a strong local accent, Well, Shamu, didn't you say you wanted to send something?

A plate of food was placed in front of Masahiko. Since each plate was only touched a few times with chopsticks, the waiters seemed unable to carry it away. But, immediately after, a new plate of food was served. He carefully avoided the eyes of people around him, winked at the waiter, and asked the waiter in a low voice to take away all the plates. The wife sitting next to her, her eyes brightening, said, "It's barbecue!" The twin daughters sitting side by side opposite my wife shouted in unison, "Wow, it's meat!" Maybe they were relatives on the groom's side! The guests sitting at the round table next door were all smiling and looking at the twin daughters.

On the desolate coastal street, garbage is constantly being moved away by the sea breeze. Bai Shu walked barefoot on the road. She was wearing a white dress with pink flowers, and her whole body looked dirty. Her hair was short and messy. In short, she looks like a wandering woman who has been greatly stimulated. "If they find me, they will definitely take me back for treatment." She murmured, looking at the sea outside the wooden pier. "What beautiful waves, jumping into the sea seems to be a good choice." Because she felt itchy, Bai Shu scratched the bandage around her collarbone, and there were small pimples underneath. In addition, there are small papules covered with bandages on the lower abdomen, arms, one side of the back and one side of the right leg.

Along with the sound of heavy furniture falling to the ground, fists hit the woman like a storm. The girl rushed up to her several times but was pushed away. In the end, the man simply changed the target of his violence. The three-way fight moved to the balcony. Finally, the girl was pushed hard and fell into the flower garden downstairs. She was hit by severe pain, as if her muscles and bones had been forcibly removed. The girl curled up in pain, like a molting lobster. "Mom--" The heartbreaking cry was swallowed up by the thick darkness with no end. Suddenly it was dark and she couldn't see anything. The girl touched her neck with trembling hands. When she touched the cold and slender hard object, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it's still there.

I am a puppet model who lives in a clothing store. The clothing store is not big, and there are only three puppet models living here, including me. The first one is my mother. She has brown hair and is wearing a purple-blue dress. She is very beautiful. The second one is the blonde sister. She is very beautiful. She is wearing a white wedding dress and looks like a fairy. But I don't have a deep relationship with her. The third one is me, a little boy, wearing a little black suit, nestling next to my mother. The clothing store is really not big. In human terms, it is only more than ten square meters. However, this small shop, which is inconspicuous to humans, is the home of our three dolls.

The waves of the Huajiang River are calm, with painted boats, clear willows, reflections, good news, and young masters, such as a beautiful painting. When the wind comes, I stand quietly on the side of the boat, as if I have been enchanted by Qin Nu Yaner's "Zhao Si Song". Not far away, a small boat came slowly like a big leaf rolled down the river. His eyes that were lightly closed in the spring breeze suddenly opened, and he felt something. The boat has stopped and is blocking the front of the boat. The boat in the lake was rocking gently, but the man on the boat was as motionless as a rock. "The spring is coming, the eldest son of the Feng family?" The man on the boat was dressed in gray clothes, simple and clean, and his face was like a sculpture sunk deep into his skin.

When the doorbell rang suddenly, Lala was making sweet and sour pork ribs in the kitchen while humming a song and waving a spatula. Obviously, the doorbell disturbed Lala's leisurely mood. She angrily walked to the door and opened it suddenly. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper when I saw Luo Tianyuan startled by the sudden opening of the door. Lala put her left hand on her hips and waved a small shovel with her right hand, pointing at Luo Tianyuan, "Who are you looking for?" A drop of oil just reached the tip of Luo Tianyuan's nose. Luo Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the unruly little woman in front of him, and then stretched his neck to look at me who was watching the fun on the sofa, with a blank look on his face.

The world seems to be foggy. But the moment she picked up the phone, everything glowed with infinite brightness, blinding the eyes. When the clouds clear and the fog clears, her name is Jiang Xinyue. Jiang Xinyue stared at the phone happily, like admiring a newborn baby. Jiang Xinyue went shopping alone in the mall just to get rid of the shadow of broken love. The boy hated shopping. In fact, when every woman goes shopping, she is also shopping for men. It's a pity that every good man seems to have a girlfriend, but so many good women don't have boyfriends. Jiang Xinyue looked at the dazzling array of clothes, blindly selected one, and then found the phone that had been left behind in the dressing room.

DDA is the abbreviation of Disaster Detective Agency. You can call it 'Disaster Research Institute' or 'Disaster Detective Agency'. In short, it is an organization related to disaster research and solving bizarre cases caused by disasters. Ye Mei is Ding Zin's twin sister. She is beautiful, smart, and capable, but has an eccentric personality and is difficult to get close to. However, this does not prevent her from becoming the biggest driving force behind DDA. She is very influential in the news and media circles and is responsible for turning DDA from a low-key research agency into a well-known detective agency. Although, her extreme hype often made Ding Zin feel annoyed and even angry.

At midnight, Bumi stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor on the second floor. There was a nuclear radiation warning sign on the door. There is no virus inside, and it is Bu Mei's fraternal twin brother Bu Zhai who lives there. I don't know how my dead father got his name? The daughter's name is Bumei, but she is the beauty of the school. The son's name is Buzhai, but he has dropped out of school and stayed at home for a whole year. Taking a deep breath, Bumi opened the door depressedly. The windowless room was pitch dark, with only two LCD TVs on the wall providing lighting. Dirty clothes, game CDs and detective books were scattered on the floor, and the walls were covered with posters of game characters.

Under the twilight, Xishuicheng is like a silent giant beast, and you can occasionally hear its slight breathing. Li Si walked into the alley, and the moonlight had begun to set. Deep in the alley there is a door plaque with a few words daubed in bright red: "Youlai Inn". "Captain, he's here! He's here!" As soon as Li Si stepped in, young catcher Wu Wen could not wait to greet him. The two walked through a narrow corridor and came to a guest room at the end. Wu Wen suddenly stopped and turned to look at Li Si, and said excitedly: "Captain, you must have never seen such a murder. It's really surprising!"

What exactly is garbage? In a word, it is the remains of things - even things that are arrogant and popular in the world will grow old, be used up, be abandoned, and eventually perish. Among these things, whether they are paper scraps, torn socks or briefs, whether they are peels, vegetable leaves or leftovers, whether they are great people, beautiful women, or rare treasures, not to mention withered and withered flower arrangements, they cannot escape the sad fate of being abandoned and perished. This is the common sense of things and is commonplace. Alas, but in this world, ordinary people will not consider this situation.

Open your eyes. The alarm clock on the bedside table read: a quarter past six. It's still early, let me sleep a little longer. The usual desire to sleep made me turn over, and soon I found a pile of soft black hair lying on the side of the pillow. It belongs to a girl. A cute girl with exquisite facial features and charming sleeping appearance, wearing pajamas with little angel patterns. Ahhhhhh! Letting out a shocked roar, I retreated to the wall of the room. His movements were so big that the pillows and quilts spilled all over the floor. "... What are you making a noise about? I haven't had enough sleep yet." The girl woke up and complained while rubbing her sleepy eyes. How unreasonable! I almost died because of this! What right do you have to be dissatisfied with this!

There was a freshly prepared lunch on the table, with chicken meatball sauce soup in a blue and white striped bowl. This is Shimizu Anzu's favorite thing. Chicken meatballs with chopped green onions and mushroom stock are cooked together before miso is dissolved into the soup. Also placed in front of her were tuna made with okra and potato as ingredients, and Western-style spring rolls filled with brushed cheese and shrimp, neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate. The TV was tuned to the news channel. The mother across the dining table did not talk to Xing, but stared at the screen intently. Every month, there is only one Sunday in the middle of the month when Xing eats with her mother. On weekdays, she lives with her grandmother in this seaside town in Kamakura, while her mother only comes back once a month because she works as a planner at a radio station in Minato-ku, Tokyo.

"Am I the loser again?" Xia Xunyu muttered. Murong Sixuan twisted his neck and said calmly: "Now you owe me eleven tubes of Mentos and twenty-three boxes of TicTac candies. Continue?" Xia Xunyu flattened his cherry-like mouth and said a little unconvinced: "I know you are very smart, much smarter than me, so I am convinced that I have lost to you in chess, chess, Go, checkers, and beast chess, but why do I lose even in flying chess? Am I not even luckier than you?"

I am a purely amateur author of horror novels. For reasons of interest and for seeking inspiration, I have a strong interest in listening to other people's bizarre experiences, even if those experiences are not as "real and credible" as the author claims, but are just neurotic fantasies. It is for this reason that I have good popularity on the forums I frequent, because I not only often publish my own original works, but also put forward my own opinions on other people's stories. A few days ago, I received a message on QQ. A netizen I met on a supernatural forum asked me for my address and said that he wanted to visit me and had a very weird story to tell me.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom. Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives. It is the most beautiful season of the year. Mo Qingyan was riding comfortably on the horse, occasionally looking up at the gathering or dispersing clouds in the sky, and infinite longing flashed through her heart. At this moment, she is happy, no one knows her true identity, and now she just wants to be quiet and enjoy the boundless spring scenery freely, just like a little girl who is not familiar with the world. Meandering along the edge of the lake is a lush lawn that is blooming beautifully. Deep in the lawn, there is an entrance, which is the destination of her trip: the population of Weiming Valley. Weiming Valley is actually a small town. It is said that it is the most interesting place in the world. Everyone will have different feelings when they are there.

Xiaoqian came over with tea. When she heard what the old man said, she leaned into his ear and said with a smile: "Ancestor, I told you, now we don't want to call it silver, we call it RMB instead." When she met Xiaoqian, Mingyuan drank the last water in the cup, grabbed her folding umbrella, and walked out of the company door. It was raining heavily outside, and Mingyuan shook the umbrella in his hand with a contented smile on his face. On such a rainy day, the mood is particularly peaceful. Mingyuan moved forward, not wanting to rush back to the boring apartment. Since joining this company a year ago, the boat of life seems to have suddenly fallen into a whirlpool and just kept spinning. Mingyuan's company is in the city center, only one kilometer away from the apartment. Mingyuan has a bicycle but rarely uses it. In this rainy weather, it is obviously more comfortable to walk instead of driving.

It's still a few minutes until eight o'clock in the evening. At the gate of a mid- to high-end office building, a group of men and women suddenly poured out. These white-collar workers from Lili Trading Company were all wearing gray company uniforms. The leader named Fang Ni started running all the way as soon as she walked out of the door. The few people behind her walked quickly towards the Heyuan Community where the staff dormitory is located opposite, while He complained in a chirpy voice: "We didn't have the meeting until just after get off work, and almost missed watching "Secret Chamber of Secrets"!" "Mr. Hu will take a flight to Shanghai tomorrow morning for business, so we have to make arrangements!" "We are lucky, Manager Zhang and Hu Xiaodong are still detained in her office to discuss work." "Come on, the TV series will start soon!"

One night in late spring and early summer, Gaozhou City, located in northern Guangxi and southern Hunan, experienced thunder and lightning, wind and rain. The rain that had been falling for two days and two nights not only did not stop, but became heavier and heavier. As the night deepened, the rain became more intense, the wind and rain hit the branches, and the thunder and lightning broke the clouds. The entire Gaozhou City seemed to be shrouded in the fear of the end of the world. Lin Nansheng was sitting in the brightly lit Red House Shoe Store, slowly sipping Kung Fu tea and looking out the foggy window in a daze. The occasional cars passing by on the street and the pedestrians hurriedly running past the window did not disturb his contemplation, as if everything was in another world and had nothing to do with him. After a while, Lin Nansheng turned to look at the female clerk Li Xiaofei, who was dozing on the counter, lit a cigarette, and continued his daze through the faint green smoke.

Zhang Xiaobei was sitting alone in the car smoking. He looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray. This was already his seventh cigarette. It's raining outside, very hard. The rain washed away the car glass without restraint, leaving irregular rain marks. A bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, making Zhang Xiaobei's heart tighten. That moment of light reminded him of the wrinkles of varying depths on Lao Liu's twisted face before he died. Zhang Xiaobei cursed lowly and put out the cigarette. A little spark splashed out, flickered, and fell on the back of his hand, leaving a little gray-white mark.

China's two latest aircraft will go to Singapore to participate in the International Air Show, causing great panic and jealousy in a certain country. They are frantically preparing to carry out sneak attacks and sabotage on the way. A sudden battle begins thrillingly... The day after Singapore announced to host the 18th International Air Show, Xinhua News Agency issued a news saying that China will send its newly developed "Phoenix 260" wide-body large passenger aircraft and "J-25" multi-purpose stealth fighter to participate in the exhibition.

Zou Shizhen, a professor at the University of Science and Technology in City A, has not only made rich academic achievements, but has also been at the forefront of teaching for many years. He has many doctoral and master's students, and many of his doctoral and master's students have now become subject leaders. On this day, the celebration of Professor Zou Shizhen's 30th anniversary as a teacher was held as scheduled in the auditorium of City A Polytechnic University. Although it was not a holiday and it was not deliberately publicized, celebrities from all walks of life gathered together. The meeting was not only large in scale, but also of high quality. Professor Zou was as famous as a star. In the evening, the lively atmosphere was still not dissipated. A small cocktail party was held at Professor Zou's house. Since most of the participants were close relatives and friends, it added a warm atmosphere.

As soon as I took a step forward, I suddenly felt the wind blowing behind me. I turned around suddenly, it was already too late, so I might as well just jump off the stairs. Somehow, every time I realize the right thing to do, it's always too late. Suddenly I saw the guy's face, it was Fly Man. He struck at my chest with a wave of his palm, and I had no place to stand. The body fell backwards, and the guy's huge eyes reflected the light, and a cold and cold light flashed past. I seemed to have seen it before...

"Parents? I don't have parents, I'm just one person." Baker (15 years old), a white girl born and raised in Arizona, answered our question rudely. This optimistic girl likes to wrestle with female staff members, and she does not stop having fun in the face of strong cold currents. In her opinion, "This cold snap is nothing." But when it comes to family issues, her expression suddenly changes. "I'm sorry, I was lying just now. In fact, when I was a baby, I was given to someone else as an adopted daughter. My relationship with my adoptive father and mother was very tense... I often ran away from home, and unknowingly I went on a wrong path."

The Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section 1 was surrounded by a sense of calm joy. Especially for these two people, these days with nothing to do are simply days worthy of blessing. These two people are Section Chief Hakozaki and 25-year-old Detective Inoue. "Hey, Inoue." Section Chief Hakozaki called. "Yes, section chief." "How's it going with you and that cute girl?" "Yeah, uh-huh." Inoue blushed. "I can be your witness at any time." Hakozaki was in a particularly good mood today. "Let me know if necessary." "Thank you, section chief, for taking care of me." "You are usually too busy." Hakozaki said sincerely. "Section Chief." Inoue said solemnly.

The rest of the night is already over, and another all-nighter is here. Lights were already shining through the windows of some houses. Those who work the early morning shift are getting up; others, the lucky ones, are staying still for a while longer. But I haven't laid down to sleep yet. There are so many things going on, because I hold the position of Acting Director. Yesterday was a very busy day. It was already one o'clock at night when I got home. But the phone rang again: "Is it Vinyamin Alexanderovich? Lieutenant Vasyutin is disturbing you! A man named Sulin who was on a business trip was shot at the Dawn Hotel and was seriously injured. Golyunov, the prosecutor's investigator, and the doctor were already at the hotel.

Jiahe woke up from his dream and found a woman lying next to him. For a moment she thought she was not awake. Ever since she used this Ming Dynasty huanghuali bed, she had often had strange dreams. Everything in the dream was as clear as reality. When she woke up and thought about it, she couldn't remember it. She only remembered that it was weird and had nothing to do with reality. Jiahe moved slightly and found that a woman's arm was resting on the quilt around his waist. What did this mean? He woke up and saw a woman? Or dreaming about a woman? She closed her eyes again, and she became infatuated and even became gay. I find it funny in my heart. My boyfriend Xiao He has been stationed abroad for three months. He works during the day and often surfs the Internet until midnight when he is lonely. Maybe he is too tired and has hallucinations.