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The cat is "2.6 Pounds," the female veterinarian announced as she lifted an approximately two-month-old cat from the scale. The cat half-closed its eyes and made a low meow. This pet hospital located on the banks of the Bruce River received an uninvited guest in the afternoon. Two young subway drivers broke into the hospital carrying supermarket shopping bags and grabbed the cat they found at the station. "Poor little thing," one of the drivers fanned his sweaty head, "What do you think of the name Mint?" "No, no, it should be called Cheese. If I'm not mistaken, it's a male cat, right?" The companion didn't seem to agree. "It needs a cuter name. I knew at first sight that it had to be called Cheese."

At nine forty in the evening, off-peak time, the subway passed through the black hole and stopped in front of Fang Zimo. Fang Zimo hesitated a little, took one foot out, but stopped. The subway Olympic Station is only two stops away from the starting point. The carriage is sparsely populated, and a young man and woman are making out as if no one else is watching. Fang Zimo felt that this kind of place was not suitable for him to spend the last five minutes of his life. The phone rang at this time, and the sweet voice reminded him: You have a text message. The sender is Ding Zhicheng. Fang Zimo hesitated for a moment, held the phone in his hand, and the moment the car door closed, he slipped through the crack in the door. In order to stay away from the couple, Fang Zimo shrank to a corner of the car, found a seat and sat down, and slid open the screen lock on his phone.

Night train This train station is far away from the city and is located in the wilderness. Grass grows on both sides of the track, and you can see the dark mountains when you look up. The station was empty and the draft was howling. I shrank my head and tightened my collar, and followed the large group of people through the ticket gate and corridor, up and down several stairs, and finally boarded the train. The warmth suddenly enveloped my frozen body. I continued to move forward intermittently with the team, and was blocked by people carrying bags from time to time. When I walked to the end of the carriage, the ticket in my palm matched the berth. I breathed a sigh of relief, took off my backpack and threw it on the berth, and threw myself on it.

It was the 146th year of the Great Dynasty and the thirty-second year of Hongyun. Hongyun was the reign name of the current great emperor Shi Dezong. The previous generations of Shi Dezong experienced three political dynasties, namely the founding emperor Shi Taizu, Shi Hezong and Shi Dezong. In the tenth year of Shihe Zong, the Three Kings Rebellion occurred in Da Shi, which shook the foundation of the dynasty. The rebellion lasted for six years, and the three kings were finally wiped out. However, it also damaged the national destiny and national strength of Da Shi. Since then, external and internal troubles have continued. After Shi Dezong came to the throne, he vigorously promoted benevolent government, and the world showed a state of recovery. The people gradually settled down and maintained their families. In the sixteenth year of Shi Dezong's reign, he fell seriously ill and became weak after the illness. He immediately appointed the emperor's second son Zhou You as the crown prince.

Something seemed to be floating on the water. The water flow is only five or six meters wide, flowing quietly and slowly going south. The thing on the water did not go upstream or push forward, but just drifted quietly in the middle of the water with the current. That thing was not a leaf or an empty bottle, it was much larger. It is about two meters long and half a meter wide. It is dark blue all over. There is a clump of black at the end in the direction of the forward direction. It floats with the water like seaweed. "Report, the target mentioned in the alarm was found. I am now at Seigenin Bridge, and the thing is floating downstream along the water. I will make a further report later." Ichida was nervously communicating with the police station. That thing flowing down the river is a human being. It was a man wearing a dark blue sportswear suit, with his hands stretched out in front of him, lying face down on the water. What first looked like seaweed was his hair.

When I first stayed at the Chengxi Hotel in 1999, it was not as famous as it is now. At that time, it was adjacent to the county's first nightclub, Arabian Nights, on the left side, and on the right side was an adult products store with a curtained door. The neon sign of the Chengxi Hotel was hung on the second floor. Stepping in through a narrow glass door, dim lights swayed in the small hall. Three or two painters wearing wide-leg jeans gathered around the front desk, shouting at a tall and thin man: "How is the new wife? Is she beautiful?" The man nodded stiffly: "Yes, she is also beautiful."

"In the end, these green mountains will remember our warmth, and the winter wind will send our thoughts to us in the spring. I hope Matsumoto Shota-kun can live happily in that unknown place to us." After reading this paragraph, the priest in a black coat closed the Bible that was barely used in his hand. He sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and ran to the small SUV parked on the roadside of the mountain. "Thank you all for coming today. Now please follow the car down the mountain. Lunch is ready." A boy who looked like a high school student waved to everyone and shouted loudly, his voice becoming a little confused in the strong wind that blew from time to time. The crowd was bustling and dispersed wider. They each walked towards their cars, and the originally solemn atmosphere became lively.

At 11:15 in the morning, the train slowly pulled into Liqiao Station. Under the guidance of the conductor, the passengers got off the train in an orderly manner and came to the bank of the Tone River. Take a ferry here called "Denma-bune" and cross the river to Nakata Station, where the train bound for Utsunomiya is waiting. Kasahara Masayuki didn't want to get out of the car for a long time. He didn't know when he would be able to ride again after getting off the bus this time. He even felt that this was the first and possibly the last time he would be able to ride a train. The train consists of several wooden four-wheel carriages and is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Kasahara got on the train from Ueno Station and sat in the lower compartment.

"I know what you have done." Xu Lin looked up from the photo album and said with cold eyes and murderous intent. She works as a real estate agent in Poly Building, responsible for maintaining the daily operations above the 30th floor. Her job is very easy. After cleaning the public areas before 10:30, she is basically idle. Therefore, she always runs to me when she has nothing to do, grabs the computer from me to fight zombies, is obsessed with all kinds of handsome men and celebrities, gossips about the privacy of the residents in the building, etc. I'm really annoyed with this guy, but there's nothing I can do about it, because she's my landlord.

When Zhang Jing arrived at the scene, Zheng Yuxiu was playing cards with a man in glasses. Two grown men were sitting cross-legged on the ground playing kitten fishing. When they saw Zhang Jing coming over, Zheng Yuxiu waved his hand happily: "Officer Zhang, come on, come on, the three of us can fight the landlord!" Three minutes later, he was kicked back to the police car to write a self-examination, and he almost cried in the car holding his notebook: "Anyway, all the suspects have escaped. By the time you guys come, What can we do without playing cards?" Zhang Jing calmly closed the door of the police car and asked the black-rimmed glasses next to him: "Wang Jingran, when did the person run away?" "It took a long time, and the tea was cold." The water was drugged, and when I woke up, the entire factory was empty - Comrade Zheng Yuxiu only woke up after I kicked him twice. "

On the third day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, we finally arrived at Survival Island. It has been gloomy these past few days. Legend has it that there is a treasure buried on the island that was dowed by a princess a long time ago. I don't know if it is true. In the next few days, what kind of challenges will meet us... Aliang closed the diary, put the suitcase aside casually, and lay comfortably in the hotel room. At this time, there was a "bang" and the door opened. The person who came in was A Liang's classmate, Wu Wen Ting. "Don't be so arrogant. The day after tomorrow is the challenge of survivability. We can't lose to other groups!" Wen Ting patted A Liang on the shoulder as soon as he came in. "Hmph! Do you think I am willing to come to this place where nothing matters? If it weren't for you..." At this point, A Liang closed his eyes in anger.

On the third day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, we finally arrived at Survival Island. It has been gloomy these past few days. Legend has it that there is a treasure buried on the island that was dowed by a princess a long time ago. I don't know if it is true. In the next few days, what kind of challenges will meet us... Aliang closed the diary, put the suitcase aside casually, and lay comfortably in the hotel room. At this time, there was a "bang" and the door opened. The person who came in was A Liang's classmate, Wu Wen Ting. "Don't be so arrogant. The day after tomorrow is the challenge of survivability. We can't lose to other groups!" Wen Ting patted A Liang on the shoulder as soon as he came in. "Hmph! Do you think I am willing to come to this place where nothing matters? If it weren't for you..." At this point, A Liang closed his eyes in anger.

(Rawson, 1906-1971) Creighton Rawson, a master of impossible crime stories, worked as a stage conjurer or, to be more precise, a magician, and later wrote a series of novels and short stories featuring Merlini. Melini is a magician who is often called upon by the police to help solve rare murder cases. The first work in the series, Death from a Top Hat (1938), was made into the movie Miracles for Sale (1939), which depicts a series of crimes involving magic. This novel launched Rosen's second career as a writer and editor. Rosen and John Dixon Carr enjoyed challenging each other's creative abilities.

After the incident of "The Divine Thief Shen Yiwei hiding in Linyin Inn" was settled, Bai Muyi and the other five left Chengdu Mansion the next day and traveled all the way. When I arrived in Qingcheng County that day, I visited Dujiangyan. Bai Muyi talked about the history of Dujiangyan with great interest. Su Ru and Yue Qiuxu couldn't help but nodded, but they heard Shang Xueqi exclaim - "Magic lamps will appear in Qingcheng Mountain at night! Old man, are you telling the truth?" "I just saw it three days ago, around the time of Unitary Time. I was walking through the mountain road carrying firewood, and suddenly countless light spots lit up in the forest, as if lamps were floating around. Not long after, the surrounding area was illuminated by these magic lamps for miles, making it like daytime."

The full moon shone on the snow-capped ground, and he finally reached the house with difficulty and staggering, right? ! The man slumped on the sofa had a knife stuck in his back... Judging from the discontinuous lines on the weather map, it would snow after noon, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy. At first, there were only floating snowflakes. After nightfall, it gradually became thicker, like goose feather-like peony snow, and it looked like it would rain all night. But unexpectedly, before nine o'clock, it stopped suddenly. As usual, this time's weather forecast is far from reality - but those weather experts should not be ridiculed as "worms eating taxpayers' hard-earned money."

After he disappeared, I was stunned for a moment, and then walked along the lonely and silent corridor to the elevator. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I found Mrs. Lufur already sitting in her seat at the dining table. I greeted her coldly, then slowly opened my napkin and stared at her quietly from the corner of my eyes. I saw her wearing a brown coat and a pleated skirt, and she was very beautifully dressed. Her ex-husband had just been buried, and I felt very uncomfortable when she dressed up so frivolously. I privately regarded her as a new widow, and Wilber had nothing new to say with her. Speaking of the land in the cemetery, Wilber said: "It would be safer to buy a piece of land in the new cemetery as soon as possible. I heard that the price of land will increase sharply soon. I have already selected a piece of land and asked a stonemason to carve a beautiful and cheap stone tablet for me.

This is the house that Jack built. (This is the house that Jack built.) Duras became impatient and tore off the tape from the tightly bound young lady's mouth. The young lady stared at him. Duras stared at her with his eyes, and the beautiful fine-grained hardwood handle dagger in his hand suddenly pierced the heart of the man beside her who was also tied tightly. The guy only trembled twice and then died. When the young lady saw this scene, she just opened her mouth wide and couldn't utter a single sound. Her head dropped, and her whole body began to tremble.

Not far away, the sea breeze rolled up the waves and beat them towards Rao Xiaoyi and Guo Xudong. Rao Xiaoyi finally closed her complaining mouth. The world between Guo Xudong's ears fell silent at the moment when the waves were raging. The roar and roar of the sea and wind, compared with Rao Xiaoyi's constant complaints all the way, are like the obedient silence of nature. Guo Xudong had only been married to Rao Xiaoyi for less than five hours, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He never thought that the soft red mouth that he was so obsessed with would talk so many words endlessly. "What kind of place is this? Is this also called a honeymoon?" Rao Xiaoyi pouted, "Look at this damn place, there are no shops, not even a human figure." One drop, another drop... An iron rod can be ground into a needle, and a drop of water can penetrate his strong endurance.

Alexei did not know how dangerous the mission Colonel Okonelov was about to send him. At this moment, he was still leisurely chewing the chewing gum given to him by the US military observer the day before yesterday, while carefully polishing his beloved German-made Mauser Kar98k sniper rifle. This gun was a trophy he obtained after killing a German sniper with a Browning with only two bullets left during the defense of Minsk. It was July 2, 1941, and the German army had just occupied Minsk. The large German army was also heading towards Smolensk. I heard that these bastards would capture Moscow before Christmas. The gradually pessimistic atmosphere, together with the flames of war, spread little by little in the western part of the Soviet Union.

Mystery writers met, but in the first snow of winter, a writer's body was found in her cabin. Who killed her? Can they pass this real-life test? Unexpectedly, the villa is so big. The outer wall is made of thick logs. Although the structure is not very particular, the upper and lower floors are nearly 100 square feet. The courtyard doesn't feel very big. But if you think of the Nasu Plateau that stretches out in front of your house as your own garden, the situation will change dramatically. This villa is not owned by one person, but is a property shared by several of my mystery writer friends. That was five or six years ago.

When the door opened, Xu Ke stayed on the spot. In front of him was a naked woman. Xu Ke couldn't believe his eyes, but he knew he was right. It was indeed a living person, with a snow-white body, and his eyes were looking at Xu Ke. Zhong Xiaoxiu got up very late today. She had a long dream. The scenes from her childhood were floating in her dream, which made her feel very sweet. But now she had a splitting headache, and something seemed to be crawling in her brain, crawling on the meninges of her brain, as if it was punishing her for the dream just now. After taking a shower and having breakfast, the headache didn't subside at all. I sat on the sofa and rubbed my temples until my eyes were dizzy and dim. Suddenly, she found that the room was lifeless, with no sound, no smell, and the air was solid.

Writer Bai Zhigao loves life because life has begun to love him. He told his colleagues that this month he would end his single life and marry the most beautiful girl in Funing City. The most beautiful girl in Funing City is Liu Maimai, the editor of "Absurdity" magazine. The writers in Bai Zhigao's Writers Association all know her because her novel "The Most Beautiful Girl in City B" once caused a sensation. The content of the novel is very simple. It is about a beauty contest held in City B. The winner is a girl who has a history of drug abuse and has now quit.

The phone went into the bottle on February 7, 7:30 pm. The Ocean Conference Hall in City L was packed with people and the seats were packed. Thousands of spectators gathered here because a stunning stage magic was about to be performed - the human body penetrated the stone wall. The performer was Cathy, a legend in the magic world. Cathy is a Chinese-English mixed race, with a long oval face, a pointed aquiline nose, eyebrows like the moon, bright eyes like stars, handsome appearance, and heroic spirit. He is an out-and-out handsome man. As early as twelve years ago, 18-year-old Cathy made her debut on stage in Las Vegas, USA. She shocked everyone with her skills and shocked the entire magic world with her superb magic skills. Then, in just a few months, he became recognized as the world's top magician.

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. Is it 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 scout of the Procuratorate, and the doctor are already at the hotel."

The name was changed to "Yu Ji" only three years ago, and Lao Ge believed that the surname here was still Tang. From the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, Lao Ge felt unspeakably depressed when he saw all the changes around him. Only under this gold-lettered signboard, and only Boss Tang's face that has grown from prosperity to decline, can Lao Ge feel a sense of belonging in the ironing business. Unfortunately, even it is gone now. When Lao Ge was still little Ge, he was led through the door under the plaque of "Maochang" in a daze. He couldn't remember whether he knelt down on his own initiative or whether he was pushed to the ground. My impression of that scene was as blurry as frosted glass. It probably meant that if a man said "good" a few times, he would be considered a master.

This is what vacation should be like. There was a scorching sun above my head, the intoxicating sound of the waves was listening to my ears, I was breathing in the fresh air full of the smell of sea water, and I was accompanied by a brown-skinned girl wearing a bikini. I never thought I would be lucky enough to take a break like this, but it turned out to be a reality. It was the first time since I arrived at the police station to enjoy a one-week vacation in the summer. I was also the first lucky person in this department, especially since I was promoted to the first team leader. In the summer of several years, several major cases occurred in succession, even on Sundays. A few years have passed, and once I was given a vacation, I didn't know how to spend it.

On a clear winter afternoon, nine children in the town of Clayton, along with their school bus driver, disappeared. These kids are bused to Lakeview district schools every day and it's like they just vanished from the world. In fact, the upset people in Clayton town all suspected this after the incident, and even those who couldn't figure it out for a while felt that this statement made sense. Of course, the disappearance of nine children, one adult, and one car, especially the school bus, has nothing to do with outer space or supernatural phenomena. This is a "masterpiece" of people with ulterior motives.

It was a closed space of only seven or eight square meters. The space was pitch black without any light. The surrounding space was filled with mold and moisture, making people feel extremely uncomfortable. At this moment, I am staying in this space. I haven't drank water for a long time. My lips and tongue are chapped. My brain has begun to lack oxygen and is extremely unclear. My head hurts, it's like the pain of being stabbed by a sharp needle! His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his eyelids slowly drooped. In a daze, my body seemed to be slowly getting smaller, even turning into a point, and my thoughts seemed to gradually leave my body and float into the distance. Finally, in the weird feeling of reality and illusion, I completely lost consciousness.

This novel contains narrative contrivances, please read it carefully and pay attention to every detail. I sincerely hope that all readers can see through all the tricks, and I sincerely hope that I can deceive everyone. When I opened the window, a breeze blew in my face, bringing with it the smell of spring. The willow trees on the roadside are sprouting again, and I will think of her every time at this time. That was when I was in high school. Our school was a terrible high school. The teachers didn't teach seriously and obviously didn't expect anyone to get into college. The students don't study hard either, they just want to survive until they graduate.

It lies quietly in a large expanse of lush but silent cattail grass. The scorching sun has nothing to do with it. It only passes by the corner of its clear blue edge in the evening, casting a soft golden halo. Overhead, the bridge cut across by the highway became even more silent amidst the noise of vehicles and insects. It's August, the busiest month of the year in Montreal. The childish voice comes from far to near. "Brother Zhiyu, is it really here?" Xueer pouted and pulled the boy in front of her who was concentrating on playing with the cattails. This is a secret under the highway. The paddy fields that were abandoned in the early years have now become scattered swamps. Not long ago, there were heavy rains in Mengcheng. The cattails with fat leaves were moistened and lazily basking in the sun. Few people can find this place.

The alarm clock rang continuously, rapidly and loudly, causing Yu Shen to wake up from his sleep. "Am I an idiot? It's obviously summer vacation, why did I wake myself up so early?" Yu Shen cursed himself and pressed the alarm clock. Since I often go to the killing bar to play killing games recently, I often go home at two or three o'clock in the night, and occasionally even play all night, so during this period, Yu Shen's spirit is really not good. Even though I slept until noon every day, my body was still very tired. School was about to start in more than ten days, and Yu Shen wanted to end this unhealthy lifestyle and adjust his biological clock back to normal before school started.

At six o'clock this morning, on the top of a mountain on the edge of the city, there was a "ruby" shining brightly and dimly. Fire! "Everyone who saw it woke up and shouted, panicked and picked up the phone to call the police. The hut stood on the top of a bare cliff. The wind was fierce. Fortunately, the fire was controlled and did not spread to the city below the mountain. The silence was more terrifying than the noise. Everyone was waiting for the moment when the beams collapsed, which was the last arrogance of the flames. The strong wind piled up the clouds into a surging vortex, covering them up. Light rain began to fall from the sky. "Boom! "At the moment of the huge thunder, the beams collapsed and the fire weakened. Several wisps of black smoke rose up like the soul of the house and escaped into the sky. Several weak small fires were scattered in disorder, but they were no longer powerful. Just as the fire fighters breathed a sigh of relief, heavy rain poured down.

The mottled and dim light moves mysteriously. The further forward it goes, the deeper it hides, until finally no light can be seen at all. There was only an eerie blackness left in the distance, as if it was about to swallow everything. The voice of the teacher lecturing came from behind, and the already weak voice seemed even more vague in the dense darkness in front, making people shudder. Even the nose seemed to smell the breath of death coming from there. "Is this... The legendary cursed toilet?" I asked the person next to me through gritted teeth. "Yes, that's it." Ren Nianhang, who was standing next to me, answered briefly, as if he didn't want to say another word. Ren Nianhang is a student of this high school. He is a basketball player on the school team. He is of medium build, but very strong. He has a square face, prominent brow bones, and a rough face.

There was a rapid knock on the door. Murong Sixuan frowned slightly, gently put down the copy of "Crime in the Leaning House" by Shoji Shimada in his hand, opened the door, and saw a young man with a clear face standing outside the door. The young man was smiling and full of energy, which was in sharp contrast to Si Xuan's dull eyes and dull expression under his messy hair. "Yu Shen?" Si Xuan whispered. The young man's name is Yu Shen, he is Si Xuan's friend and he calls himself a magician. "Let's go!" Yu Shen said bluntly, "There are still twenty minutes!"

The exit at 83 kilometers of the Qinling section of Provincial Highway 401 branches off into a long and narrow road, with patches of spruce trees standing on both sides of the road. Following a directional sign with the arrow "Biyun Pavilion" written on it at the fork in the road, the car turned onto a narrow road, and the silver Citroen drove straight to the end of the road. The fog slowly lifted, and a beautifully built three-story blue-green bungalow with a white roof appeared in the windshield window frame. There were five private cars parked in the cement space downstairs. I moved the car in a direction and moved it closer. Lock the car, walk up a few steps, reach out and press the bell next to the main door. The door was opened, and it was a woman wearing a light blue coat who opened the door. This woman had fair skin and a charming face. Her black hair, dyed with light yellow, was tied up in a bun at the back of her head. A curtain of neatly cut short hair on her forehead obliquely covered her eyebrows. There was a slight smile on her lips. She is my high school classmate - Song Yunqing. "Tingjing, you're here. Come in quickly."

In a refugee camp in China, a dirty rescue medical team flag fluttered over the refugee camp. One kilometer away was a fierce battlefield. The sound of small-arms fire was as dense as an airtight net. There were also constant sounds of explosions. The rumble of helicopters circling shook the devastated land. In the first-aid tent, an Oriental man held a scalpel in his hand. He wore a mask on his face and could only see a pair of eyes full of anger and sorrow. In front of him was a seven or eight-year-old girl with pale complexion and dilated pupils.

It was snowing heavily outside the window that day, but the newspaper and periodical reference room of K University Library was as orderly and quiet as usual. The only sound that could be heard was the pen tip scratching across the notebook. But not long after, a student stood up and suddenly let out a terrifying scream, which caused many students present to raise their heads in surprise. Everyone began to whisper, wondering what happened to him. He is Zhang Wendong, a student from the Department of Journalism. He was here today to check information for his graduation thesis. He borrowed a set of old newspapers and after carefully excerpting notes for a long time, he became a little tired and casually browsed various news reports at that time as a pastime. Then, a yellowed corner of the newspaper jumped into his sight.

The author of "Visiting the Snow in Flower Mountain" is Awako Tsumabuki, whose real name is Masao Aukawa. Born in Tokyo on May 9, 1933. After graduating from Kudan High School, he worked at home as a "Heraldry Painter" (Heraldry Painter is the person who paints the family crest on high-end kimonos). He was also an amateur magician. Before entering the literary world, he won the Ishida Tenkai Prize for his magic creation in 1968, and published "The Square Bag". In 1975, he won the first Phantom City Newcomer Novel Award for Outstanding Works with "The DL2 Unit Incident". In 1977, he was shortlisted for the Japan Mystery Writers Association Award for both novels and short stories with his first novel "11 Poker Cards" and his short story "The Crooked Room". The following year, he won the 31st Japan Mystery Writers Association Award for his second novel "The Plot of Provoking Chaos", establishing his status as a writer. In 1982, he won the 9th Kadokawa Novel Award for "Comedy, Tragedy".

I was dressed in a brand-name outfit and ready to go out on a date. The driver was waiting for me at the door. The person I was dating was an alumnus of mine from college who is currently working as a reporter for a magazine. We didn't know each other well when we were students. I started dating her after I moved here after I got married. The meeting place was arranged in a corner of the busy city, which seemed to be a place of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. There were few customers in the coffee shop, and the soft nostalgic English melody slowly flowed out, giving people a feeling of relaxation. I dismissed the driver and followed the waiter to the reserved seat with intellectual steps. My friend's name is Ning Xin, but she has a fashionable French name of Yvonne. She had arrived first. "You're finally here."

Toru Miyoshi: Born in Tokyo in 1931, his original name was Kawakami Yuzo. He graduated from the Department of Economics of National University. In 1950, he joined the Yomiuri Shimbun as an editor. In 1959, he wrote "Far Life" under the pseudonym Toru Miyoshi and was selected for second place in the 8th "Literary Circle" Newcomer Award. "Maple Dust Zone" in 1966 won the 20th Japan Mystery Writers Association Award. In the same year, he retired and became a professional writer. "Saint Girl" in 1968 also won the 58th Naoki Award. Miyoshi Toru also served as the chairman of the Japan Mystery Writers Association for two years in 1979, following Hiroshi Sano.

At 9 o'clock that night, the down-and-out poet Qiu Tian stumbled forward and came across a telephone pole covered with colorful advertisements. He raised his hand to hug it and touched it, muttering to himself: "Why has the bulletin board become thinner?" Two boys He was riding a skateboard, wearing a cultural shirt and wide denim shorts. He laughed loudly and said loudly: "Hey, look! He's almost drunk." After saying that, he jumped past Qiu Tian like two happy flying fish in the sea. The poor poet Qiu Tian didn't know that he was being pointed at, so he looked up to find out who was drunk. It didn't matter if he raised his head, the only blood in his body could no longer flow to his brain, causing his eyes to darken and he sat down on the ground. After adapting for a while, Qiu Tian finally opened his eyes. It didn't matter that he opened it, he saw the sky. The sky was dark, dotted with some twinkling stars, like a drunken man smashing the sky.

"But you have already made sure that no one who enters the theater for rehearsals has anything sharp with them," Zhuang Yunmo stared at Chu Yinjiang and said, ""Missing the Wind" is a summer costume play. After we were so carefully inspected, there is no way we would bring a knife to the stage." Chu Yinjiang looked at the stage. Ji Yu, who was lying down, looked at the fatal cut on her neck. He turned around and said to everyone in front of him: "As the president, although I know who the murderer is, I still want to give you some hints - no one said that it must be a knife that killed Ji Yu." Everyone looked at each other, Mu Tian seemed to want to say something, but did not say it.

Miyuki Miyabe: Also translated as Miyuki Miyabe, Japanese writer. His original surname was Yabe, and he was born in Tokyo on December 23, 1960. He was born on the same day as Yukito Ayagagi, who is also a mystery writer. Graduated from Tokyo Metropolitan Sumidagawa High School and entered a law firm at the age of 23. During the day, he worked as a stenographer in a law firm, and at night, he went to a novel writing workshop hosted by "Kodansha" to learn writing. The person in charge of the seminar was Masao Yamamura, the chairman of the Japan Mystery Writers Association, and the lecturers were all famous writers at the time. Miyabe has a wide range of writing and has won numerous awards. His works are roughly classified into three major systems: mystery novels, period novels and fantasy novels.

The incident occurred in the autumn of Meiji 42. In the autumn of this year, Korean director Hirobumi Ito was shot three times and fell to the ground at Harbin Station. The three gunshots that cut through the silent night in Manchuria were just like the sounds of the stable world situation that had been depressed and undercurrent since the Russo-Japanese War. Not only the seasons, but also the times are heading towards the dark winter and the last fallen leaves are dancing. The location is a corner of Shirasa Town, the vast samurai mansion that surrounded the former Tokugawa shogunate. At night, there was a sudden gust of wind. The sound of the wind cut through the dark night and condensed into silence again. At this time, a ribbon-like white night scene appeared on the long stone wall outside the samurai mansion, as if even the night dust had been swept away-at least at that time.

In the dim room, a small lamp on the desk was dimly lit. The room was dark, and nothing else could be seen clearly. The rain outside the window has stopped, and the water drops hanging on the window glass are slowly sliding down, forming a thin stream, like a line of tears on the face. The remaining rain was dripping sparsely on the eaves. Outside the eaves, the gray sky was chaotic, with no sign that the sun was about to rise. A clock crouched in the dim light above the fireplace, whining like a hungry beast in its throat.

Guiyuanpu "Hello, I'm Han Shi." "Hello, I'm Ying Xiaoque." This is a very interesting client - Ying Xiaoque concluded in his heart, the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously. Yes, it was this "eye-catching" man in front of her. From the moment she stepped into the shop, she concluded that he would never be just a customer who came to drink. No one dresses like him, and his age is hard to guess. The outfit starts from the bottom up - bright blue knee-length plastic shoes, khaki vertical striped trousers, a purple V-neck hollow sweater, a lifelike black butterfly made of feathers crawling on his shoulders, and a round hat on his head. On the wide brim is a gray-red rose that has been cut and inserted diagonally.

The incident occurred in the autumn of Meiji 42. In the autumn of this year, Korean director Hirobumi Ito was shot three times and fell to the ground at Harbin Station. The three gunshots that cut through the silent night in Manchuria were just like the sounds of the stable world situation that had been depressed and undercurrent since the Russo-Japanese War. Not only the seasons, but also the times are heading towards the dark winter and the last fallen leaves are dancing. The location is a corner of Shirasa Town, the vast samurai mansion that surrounded the former Tokugawa shogunate. At night, there was a sudden gust of wind. The sound of the wind cut through the dark night and condensed into silence again. At this time, a ribbon-like white night scene appeared on the long stone wall outside the samurai mansion, as if even the night dust had been swept away-at least at that time.

When does it begin? When will it end? A very ridiculous thing happened to me. It seemed like an accident at first, then like a joke, but in the end I realized that it was actually very serious. The first time it happened was on the subway. At 10:40 pm, the last subway train from Tiantai Road to Renyi Square left. The carriage was empty, and there were seven people in total including me. The lamps embedded in the ceiling illuminated the entire carriage extravagantly, and long shadows were trailing under people's feet. Everyone seemed unwilling to gather in groups and were scattered in various parts of the carriage. Two middle-aged men who looked like they had just gotten off work sat opposite me one meter apart. One turned his head and looked out the window, and the other was concentrating on texting. A young couple stood close to each other at the end of the carriage, making small gestures with each other.

She is dead. The heart that was beating three seconds ago was still at this moment. Everyone is like a cold statue, their eyes converge on the corpse. I was stunned, and time seemed to stand still. The thin beads of sweat on the tip of Chen Tianyu's nose were the only activity in the silence. She quietly scanned the crowd. Sigh, softly and covertly. Next to her, Li Xiaowei buried her head so deep into her back that she was afraid that when she raised her head, she would see this terrifying scene again. The only boy in the room had a pale face and no trace of his masculine appearance. Xin Lei lowered her head, and the cards in her hand trembled with her fingers, making a clicking sound. There was silence everywhere, and the sky was spinning and the earth was dark.