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This strange letter was sent to the "Reader Letter Department" of Newspaper B in April. The "Reader Letters Department" is a department under the chief editor's office, responsible for selecting and publishing readers' letters and responding to inquiries. This department is much more deserted than the Ministry of Social Affairs and the Ministry of Economic Affairs. Most of the people in the department are older. The daily work is to read the piles of manuscripts on the table, transfer them to the relevant departments by category, and then do copywriting work such as drafting documents. When there are few letters or when you have free time after handling official business, you can also go to a coffee shop or billiard room to spend a while, and no one from other departments will gossip. However, as a reporter, he does not get the opportunity to publish exclusive news and make his appearance.

When Ran'er was confused, a faint figure appeared behind her, and then a mysterious and charming voice whispered in Ran'er's ear: "Ran'er, do you want to play a game? A very interesting and fun game!" With a "bang", the door of the side room was closed heavily again. "There are swings in the wall and paths outside the wall, people walking outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall laughs. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, and the sentiment is ruthlessly annoyed..." The singing voice of the geisha in the hall came softly, swimming through the quiet garden in darkness, and was sent to a small building in the corner of the garden that seemed to be isolated from the world. Someone in the small building sighed softly, as if full of sorrow.

Tokiko Saijo often came to visit me in the apartment where I lived alone at about 2 o'clock on Wednesday afternoons. Because the beauty salon where I work has a closed day on Wednesday. Tokiko is two years younger than me, already 34 years old. But he looks like he is only in his thirties. She has a delicate face and elegant temperament, especially her fair skin and duck-oval face, which often reminds people of a beautiful doll. "I haven't seen you for a week, is everything okay?" I asked, staring at the slender fingers of Tokiko sitting opposite me on his knees. I have seen the emerald ring on her ring finger many times. It does look valuable, always shining with dark green luster. Today, Tokiko wore a fitted skirt with a green background and light brown patterns, and a shawl in a fashionable style for girls.

On a midsummer night, the tireless singing of cicadas accompanied by the monotonous hum of the air conditioner made me feel even more irritable when I was already sleepy. I turned over a few times, but my mind became clearer and clearer. I glanced at the clock beside the bed, and it read 3:18 in the morning. If I had known this, I really shouldn't drink so much coffee in the evening. I sighed, simply put on my clothes and stood up, turned on the computer to see what other gossip I had never heard of. In the past six months or so, my life has been quite decadent. In addition to chatting on the Internet and reading gossip, I also watch movies with a DVD in my hand. I originally thought that my lack of energy some time ago was due to work, but now that I have quit my job, I have become even more depressed.

Ling Qingdie's body has been completely destroyed by himself, and the body has been torn into broken limbs. The two automatic hands in the air are like devils from hell, tearing apart the remaining body with great excitement... The place agreed by Meng Fang, Yan Laoer and the richest businessman Ling Youdao is at the Meihua River thirty miles away from Qingyun Villa. There is also a widely circulated story about this plum blossom river in the rivers and lakes. It is said that Du Meihua, the most beautiful woman in the world a hundred years ago, was abandoned by the man she loved wholeheartedly, Li Zian. Later, when Li Zian fell into despair, he recalled Du Meihua's kindness to him. Finally, he couldn't bear the thought of Du Meihua and committed suicide at the same place where Du Meihua jumped into the river. Therefore, later generations named this originally nameless river "Plum Blossom River".

In the nursing home, there are 412 steps from the bedroom to the fence gate, and 4220 steps from the bedroom to the garden bench. This bench is my special seat and is never occupied by others. It takes six minutes to walk along the wall from the bedroom to the bus station; it takes twenty-two minutes to get to the train station. I often go to the train station to buy newspapers but don't read them when I get back to my bedroom. Sometimes I have to buy a platform ticket, go to the waiting room to read "Le Figaro", "Chinese" and "Nice Matin", and sit there for a while, as if waiting for a train that will never come. Express trains flew by, some coming from Paris, some from Strasbourg, and some from Brussels. Driving at night, the car was unusually quiet, with the windows tightly closed and the curtains drooped.

"When I walked up the stairs, I saw a person who was not there originally, and today he is not there. I hope, I hope he will disappear forever." "Where did you learn this?" "I was blind when I was young." "Do you remember what happened when you were a child?" "Just ask directly, don't beat around the bush, Just ask, doctor." "Do you remember your mother?" "I remember she was a prostitute." "How long did she keep you there?" "Do you know why you came to see me?" "Because you specialize in treating headaches, and it doesn't help."

Beishan shooting range. VIP shooting room. Govu put down the gun, activated the controller, and the target plate slid toward him. "Ninety-nine rings, we have regressed." The person next to me said. "The last shot was towards the Nine Rings. There was a bug lying there just now." Gewu said as he put on a new target post. "Just blow it." "Then come up with a question." "If you have the ability, show me how to look." Gewu said nothing, raised his gun and fired ten shots in a row. "Look at the target post." Gewu said while loading bullets. The person next to him slid a target post in front of Ge Wu and laughed loudly: "Brother, even if you hit ten rings in ten shots, it's not called modeling?" Ge Wu still had no expression on his face: "Look at the nine target posts on both sides."

"Don't come here!" Gu Rong begged with a cry. He was lying on the ground and refused to come, his eyes still staring at us. Suddenly, his eyes became blurred and he stared blankly: in front of him, his face began to distort, and he muttered: "315...315..." I met Mr. Banbian in a strange case. This amazing amateur detective showed us his incredible detective skills and unparalleled reasoning ability, which amazed me. Later, Mr. Banbian invited me to be his assistant, and I was fortunate to work with him for five years. These five years have truly been the most wonderful time and the glory of my life. It was the end of December 2007, just after Christmas and New Year's Day approaching. C County Public Security Bureau sent an invitation, hoping that Ban Bian would assist in investigating an old case.

Chang Luo often asks himself, how long does it take to forget someone? Every day at noon, he would go to the iron fence of the municipal middle school on time and wait for the girl to appear. When she finally came over and sat down on the stone corridor inside the iron fence, Chang Luo's face suddenly became bright and cheerful. The girl's name is Ling Zhenzhen, and she is a teacher in this middle school. Although she never had a good attitude towards him, every time she faced her, Chang Luo's heart would become soft, just like the lazy sunshine in spring. He lit a cigarette and quietly watched her lowering her head while reading. As the contents of the book read, she sometimes frowned in thought, and sometimes smiled knowingly. Under the cover of the spring sunshine and mottled tree shadows, her skin showed a kind of transparent crystal. Spending time together across the iron fence made him content.

She held her seven-month-old belly and walked on the busy street under the scorching sunshine. With a pair of anxious and helpless eyes filled with tears that were about to fall, she looked for her husband, Xue Mo, in the vast sea of ​​people. Suddenly someone in the crowd squeezed her, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her stomach hurt violently, and bright red blood flowed down her thighs. She screamed in fear. She woke up screaming from this nightmare, covered in sweat and trembling. She lifted the quilt and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her belly was intact. She touched her belly and said to herself: "Baby, don't scare mom anymore, okay?" With a "bang", someone slammed the door of the room.

"Grandma, why are there fan letters written to Hitchcock here?" Granddaughter Emile suddenly asked this question. I was dumbfounded for a moment, then folded the old piece of letter paper that I had read over again and placed it on the coffee table. It was a letter sent to me by my late husband before we got married. I accidentally discovered it when I was sorting out my belongings the day before yesterday. I said, "Is the Hitchcock you are talking about the film director? I watched a few of his films when I was young. Maybe this letter was written at that time. In fact, I am not very interested in his films, and I don't know where he lived at that time."

When Ye Lang walked into Dingding Gate, snowflakes started to fall over Luoyang City. First in twos and threes, and then gradually more densely. People walked through the snow and quickened their pace. But Ye Lang was still leisurely, holding the yellow gelding and strolling along Dingdingmen Street, enjoying the scenery with great interest. The avenue in front of us is majestic, fifty feet wide and more than seven miles long. The ground is paved with fine sand. It is the main road of Luoyang City, connecting Dingding Gate to the south and Tianjin Bridge to the north - at the other end of the bridge is the imperial palace.

Eucommia ulmoides, carrying a newspaper and breakfast, dodged left and right, passing through busy vendors and narrow alleys, and squeezed into a low building with ease. He originally decided to open the detective agency here just for fun. Things happen where there are a lot of people, and keen curiosity is an indispensable first condition for a detective. In the blink of an eye, the detective agency has been open for more than half a year. Walking through the alley outside the window several times a day, and being exposed to the sounds of the city all day long, Eucommia ulmoides is as clear as a mirror about which vendor on the street is short on weight, which one is innocent, which one has little habits, which one has unknown secrets, etc. This is a normal day, no different from any other day.

Late at night, the lights suddenly brightened in a villa located on a quiet seaside, and chaotic figures appeared on the steps of the villa. "Is the ambulance here? Go hurry and call!" "I've called you several times!" The spacious and luxurious bedroom was covered with thick carpets. Guo Yingyi was in a coma and had not yet woken up. Yingyi's pale face was bloodless, and her pointed face looked particularly thin in the soft and wide pink bed. Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious. The nurse and maid gathered around the bed and looked at her. This was the bed where they spent their first night of marriage.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

As night falls, the sky becomes a little gloomy. Eleven thirty. Luo Min could finally put down the design draft in his hand, took a long breath, and unconsciously showed a bright smile on his face. "We're done, we can finally hand in the manuscript tomorrow." Luo Min stretched hard, picked up the water glass on the table, and prepared to get up to get the water. At this moment, the computer made a beep sound. Luo Min's body stiffened for a moment, and then he sat back on the chair. "Who sent the email so late?" Luo Min put down the water glass and moved the mouse to skillfully open the receiving column in the mailbox.

Sometimes, remembering is more cruel than amnesia. You can live with amnesia, but if you remember, life is worse than death, so there is only one death in the end. The candidate who wrote his name wrongly rang the exam bell for the second time, and the last candidate stumbled into the examination room. The invigilator took the admission ticket from his hand and looked at it carefully, then looked at his embarrassed look and scolded him: "I really have no sense of time. If you are one step later, you will not be able to enter." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the admission ticket, found his seat and sat down. When the teacher sent him the paper, other candidates had already started to answer the questions. He picked up the pen in a panic and filled in "Qin Yang" in the name column.

"Zhuge Town is the most beautiful town in China." This is an advertising slogan put out by the local government to create a tourism brand. There is no way to verify whether it is the most beautiful. However, Zhuge Town is indeed a beautiful place, there is no doubt about this. Looking at the appearance of Xingqi Luobu, just in terms of planning and layout, and the wonderful settings of the streets, it is enough to show that our ancestors have ingeniously learned from the principles of Zhuge Kongming's Bagua ecstasy array from the moment the town was built, and constructed it carefully with ingenuity. Most of the buildings in the town were not built during the Three Kingdoms or the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, but during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty.

The summer night in July was so stuffy that it was almost suffocating. Looking at the watch, it was already pointing to one o'clock in the night. Ziqing was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. It has been gloomy all day, and not a drop of rain has fallen yet. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the room, it is still stuffy and hot. She turned over again and faced the window. It was so dark that there was no starlight, and even the moon had hidden its face. Ziqing lives in an old community, but several high-rise apartments have recently been built in the building next to her house. Looking from the window of her house, they stand there in the quiet night, and the whole yard seems lifeless. Ziqing closed her eyes and convinced herself to settle down and fall asleep. The room was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat.

When Jian Mi woke up from the pain, she saw corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains, bloody and horrific. The world is dark, and the sky is like a huge black whirlpool. Is the world destroyed? But it's not 2012 yet. Jian Mi saw the burnt wounds all over her body, and she screamed in despair and pain. Jian Mi woke up from the terrifying dream, turned on the light, went to the kitchen refrigerator to get a glass of ice water and drank it in gulps. She felt like she was covered in cold sweat. Maybe it was because she had been undergoing various disaster relief training in the DDA recently, so her nerves were always tense.

Mahiraga: The snake god in Buddhist legend, with a human body and a snake head, is one of the eight deities of Buddhist gods. They were originally abdominal creatures, but due to their low intelligence and ignorance and desire, they were able to attain enlightenment and reborn as gods. The wind squeezed in through the crack in the door, making a "whistle" sound, like a poisonous snake with evil intentions. Xiao Zuo couldn't help but shudder as he listened. He looked at his friend Ding Yuqin who was snoring lightly next to him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly - the storyteller was fast asleep, but the listener was insomnia - there are always those who have bad intentions in this world.

Behind Sagamihara Station on the Japan Railway's Yokohama Line is YED, the U. S. Army's Sagami General Supply Depot. It was a base that caused social problems by transporting military vehicles to Vietnam. At about 8 o'clock in the evening on October 1, a fire broke out in Misangcao Town, not far from YED. Due to a long period of clear skies and dry weather, the fire spread quickly. The fire scene was a bungalow house, which was quickly burned down. About five minutes after the fire was discovered, Sagamihara City fire engines rushed to the scene to start extinguishing the fire, but there was a strong east wind that night and they were helpless. Firefighters had to focus on preventing the fire from spreading too quickly, and a body was later found at the scene of the fire.

Kinnara: Sanskrit word KIMNARA means "music god" and "god of song". He plays Dharma music and is one of the music gods of the heavens. Kinnara is divided into men and women. The male has a horse head and the female has a dignified appearance, a beautiful voice and is good at dancing. Kinnara is also called "human and inhuman" because of the horns on his head. "I hold the sword to cut off the sorrow and take you to a worry-free country. You escaped before the battle, leaving me alone. Some people say that your loneliness that does not belong to me is the devil hidden in your heart, and you need mercy to extradite..." The screen lights up, and the song ends. - Some people are indifferent, and some people shed tears.

"Thank you for your hard work." "The next step is up to you." Koichi Kaminaga said as he walked towards the inside of the convenience store. The rest of the work can be left to the deputy store manager and temporary workers. It's a little cold in the corridor. After walking a few steps inside, we arrived at the office next to the back door. Kaminaga lit up a cigarette, fiddled with the remote control, and turned on the heater. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was now eleven thirty at night, half an hour before the appointed time. Zengmei will definitely be waiting there early as usual, so there is no need to worry. As a woman, it pays to be anxious. It's only a five-minute walk from here to the agreed-upon location, and then there's a whole day of free time. Kaminaga came to the chair and sat down, took out a bottle of brandy from the glove cabinet, and poured himself a glass.

The story seems to have happened one afternoon in late October 1967. This year, winter in Harbin came very early, and it was already freezing and snowing before November. The Songhua River that divides the city into the north and south banks also froze early. The ice surface hundreds of meters wide looked completely white, like a layer of fog between the sky and the earth. The sledge flew away on the smooth ice, and the figures of the three people became three small dots on the ice in the blink of an eye. Although Jiangbei and Jiangnan are separated only by the Songhua River, they are worlds apart. The south bank is the main urban area of ​​Harbin, while the north bank is a remote and remote area.

The floating corpses in the Dongting were sparkling in the water, and at the foot of the green hills, a passenger ship passed leisurely. Several birds spread their wings across the sky, the blue and clear sky seems to be connected with the lake water, and the beauty of Dongting Lake is unobstructed. "Ragged clothes, do you think this idiot Xie Youhan has got a wife?" The girl in red stood on the bow of the boat, with her hands on her hips, looking fierce. "That stinky drunkard is really good for nothing except the spicy chicken feet. This time, I might drag you drinking for three days and three nights and turn you into an drunkard too!" Although her tone was fierce, she was so beautiful that she only made people feel playful and cute. Beside her, the man in white smiled slightly: "Being drunk in Qingmengju is a dream for many people."

According to legend, there is a kind of music god called Gandharva who does not eat earthly food and only uses aroma as nourishment. "Gandharva" means "unpredictable" in Sanskrit. The aroma and music are vague and elusive, so people call the mirage Gandharva City. The sound of the high heels hitting the ground was like a coquettish little hand beating a drum frivolously, every step and every sound, all to enchant all living beings. Xiao Zuo always kept a considerable distance from the woman. He tried his best to look like a passerby rather than a stalker. He did not dare to get too close. His intuition told him that the girl in front of him had nerves as sensitive as a rabbit. If she escaped from his sight, he might never see her again.

There is a small town called Rani in the west of Niigata Prefecture. It is close to the sea, but it cannot directly see the sea because of the dense forest surrounding it. Huan is a relatively backward area. There are only a few vending machines in the town, and you still can't choose hot or cold ones. There is a bridge in Huan Town. Under the bridge is a cracked river. There used to be a river flowing to the ocean. But the strange thing is that this dry scene only occurs under the bridge and within a limited area around it. Green farmland has been planted a little further away, which makes the entire bridge look even more desolate. This bridge and the river below are of great significance to the people living in Huan. It divides Huan into two parts, named Shanghuan and Xiahuan according to the height of the terrain.

The story takes place in Shanghai in the 1940s, a place where prosperity, corruption, and luxury coexist, with sinful smiles and vicious plots. Life is like foreign wine in a glass bottle. You have to enjoy it, but you must not get drunk first, because after being drunk, you may never wake up again, and you may never be able to open your eyes and look at the hazy light of the world. The gray sky is brewing with thunderstorms, and the sultry summer heat brings with it a depressing atmosphere. The door of Ruan's house is closed, surrounded by a European-style metal fence with exquisite and intricate carvings of flowers and vines. The surface has just been repainted with a layer of dark gold paint, which is somewhat incompatible with this ancient house. The ivy in the courtyard blocks some of the windows on the second floor.

In "The Last Case", Sherlock Holmes and his old enemy Professor Moriarty had a decisive battle at the Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland, and both fell into the waterfall. My friend's misfortune made me heartbroken and unable to run the clinic. I also became indifferent to my beloved wife Mary Morstan beside me, and I was in a daze all day long. As the saying goes, time heals psychological wounds. I began to record the detective experiences of Sherlock Holmes in my memory, but these memories were scattered, especially about his early life, which were indirect and unsystematic. By chance, I learned that one of the earliest cases handled by Holmes was about the theft of the Nativity by the famous Dutch painter Rembrandt.

The old eunuch Mi fell to the ground, and he finally shook the bucket up, but... There was a person inside! The third watch has passed, and the night is as cold as water. To the west of the Wenhua Palace, some people stood scattered. They were the imperial guards in the palace. I was on duty at night and it was freezing cold. I stood under the door for half the night. I felt my body was stiff and numb, as if it had been separated from my body. "Master Zhao, it's freezing. Please stand inside." The newly transferred Li Sande's voice was shrill. I turned my head slightly, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "It's windy outside, so be careful of your health." Before Li Sande finished speaking, I heard a cold snort in my ear: "You are so considerate, even the rest of us are getting warm."

The town of Foluo at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain opened its city gate early, and various snacks were sold on both sides of the streets in the city. Li Si entered a noodle shop, and the giant shadow of Qingcheng that could not be seen in the distance through the low eaves had become hazy and unclear. Li Si had barely eaten two mouthfuls of noodles when he suddenly heard the noise coming from the other side. He raised his head and looked over. Opposite is an inn, with the four words "Qingcheng Inn" written on the plaque. There were several people making a noise in the inn. A young girl stood at the door of the inn with her arms akimbo. She had a heroic appearance and two sword-shaped eyebrows rising into her temples. The innkeeper and several waiters were confronting the girl. Li Si noticed that there was another girl with an outstanding appearance sitting at a table not far from the girl. She had a slightly sick look on her pretty face. She was wearing a green skirt, while the heroic girl was wearing a red dress.

He quickly discovered the source of the blood. On the far left side of the fourth floor of the file display shelf, there was a kraft paper file bag. The blood seeped out of this paper bag. Part of it continued to spread along the steel frame, while the other part dripped down. Late at night, the lights were still on in the police records room. The old administrator Gu Huidong walked towards the door with heavy steps. In a few days, he will retire. He has worked in this place for forty years. The night before leaving, he deliberately sat in the office for a few more hours. "Da." Gu Huidong heard the sound of water, and the sound of water drops dripping from top to bottom onto the floor. There was no sign of any leaks from the ceiling, while the dripping sound continued.

Since I was born, I have experienced many wonderful things, gone to many special places, met many strange people, and now I am also engaged in some unusual work. I don't know that one day, I suddenly had a sudden idea: it would be good to write stories about the interesting things I encounter in life and share them with everyone, right? After that, I just did it - so behind every seemingly bizarre story, in fact, there may be something factual. Hope you all like it.

It was not that Gu Zhu had never thought about committing suicide. He knew that besides him, his sister Gu Bai and his mother Sun Siyan also wanted to die. The only person in the family who didn't want to die was his father Gu Zhuo. He looked at the clock. It was almost 12 o'clock and it was time for Gu Bai to take medicine. He picked up a glass of water and pills and walked to Gu Bai's room. He knew that his sister was sensible and obedient, but after being tortured by illness for a long time, she had learned to "deliberately" forget to take her medicine, and he would also gently scold her with a smile. At the same time, he didn't know if it was the right thing to force his sister to live in this world. When passing by the piano room, he heard a resentful piano sound coming from inside, like the God of Death's advice whispering in his ears.

"Hey! What an interesting pigeon!" Tomie Tsugami narrowed his eyes happily when he saw the local products brought back by Takeo Motoyama from this trip. Her eyes were not big before, but now it was as if she had closed them. Tomie collects puppets and various folk toys produced in various places. Her arts and crafts display shelves are filled with puppet toys. These gadgets are brought back by people in the company when they travel to various places. "This is a toy racing pigeon from Shinshu Nozawa Onsen. It is made from the vines of wild papaya. What is particularly important to mention is that this racing pigeon was produced by the local 'King of Pigeons'. The old man spent his whole life making pigeons, and the number he could make every day was only about two, which shows how precious they are."

Irina confirmed that the last page of the document was indeed burned to ashes, and then she no longer cared about the frantic knocking on the door outside. "Damn it! This damn Soviet woman doesn't know what she used to push the door up from the inside!" A German soldier kicked the door that was still motionless, and then turned back to report to his superiors, "Maybe it's the sofa, maybe it's the dining table, and who knows, it could be the man who slept with her last night!"

A case occurred in Wanzhou City. The victim was Li Shanshan, a student at Wanzhou Normal University. She was a part-time model in an online store. Criminal police captain Shen Deli asked trainee female detective Cen Xixi to interview psychiatrist Fei Dalei, hoping that he would help analyze the murderer's motive. After accepting the task, Fei Dalei visited the scene of the crime. He used his professional knowledge to make a psychological portrait of the murderer and analyzed that the murderer took away the victim's calf. Not long after, technicians salvaged the missing calf from the river at the scene, causing Shen Deli to lose confidence in Fei Dalei. Later, the outcome of the case proved that Fei Dalei's judgment was correct. In this way, Fei Dalei assisted the criminal police captain Shen Deli and the trainee female criminal police officer Cen Xixi in continuously solving a series of cases, and constantly fell into different troubles...

A "Gypsy version" of "Schindler's List", a "Truman World" built with lies, just for the 400 lives that flow quietly in lies... The American legal defense novel "Deep Throat", following the nightmare attack of "The Innocent Sinner", is terrifying to think about! Bill Ten Boom, a former law firm partner who was over fifty years old, got divorced and resigned. On the recommendation of an old friend, he came to the International Court of Justice in The Hague and started a new life. After arriving, he immediately threw himself into the case of the massacre of hundreds of Gypsies in Balupura in 2004. During this period, he gained a new perspective and understanding of the world in which he lived, and searched for justice in the complex political and military forces. At the same time, he exceeds the boundaries of his work and falls in love with the charming gypsy lawyer Esma, only to discover that it was all a scam. The frustrated Boom also experienced greater setbacks at work...

Girls' friendship and vows, jealousy and revenge, secrets that should have sunk in the black sea surface, surfaced many years later. The past you are running from will one day catch up with you. Frankie and Sophie, good sisters who grew up together in a seaside town, have agreed to move out of town at the same time to experience a colorful life in the outside world. However, on a summer night when she was 21 years old, Sophie mysteriously disappeared at the old pier, and no one saw her again. Eighteen years later, Frankie, who left her hometown alone and was enjoying the city life as she wished, suddenly received news from the small town: a shoe floated from the sea, which was the same as the one Sophie was wearing when she disappeared that night. Frankie immediately returned home to find out what was going on. Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of her was her long-dead friend Sophie, who was still the same as she was eighteen years ago... The shadows of the past gradually dissipated, and the secrets and vows that once only belonged to the two slowly emerged from under the sea.

The True Name Police Department hates the word "evaporation" the most. He also often said to the boy Nobuyuki: "When someone comes to report a crime and asks for help to find a person who ran away from home, and says that the person has evaporated, I can't help but say, is that a person? People can't evaporate like water bubbles, right? My subordinates would just snicker and say, it's started again. How should I put it? This statement is a bit frivolous and cruel. Maybe I am a bit like an old stubborn!"

The setting sun in autumn penetrated the large criminal police office through the glass window and reflected on the ground, forming a scratch of light and shadow. I stood up from the computer and gave a newly typed "Case Investigation Report" to Captain Nan Sidao who was in the office for review. Nan Sidao was looking at a dossier attentively at this time. "You seem to have been studying this case file all day?" I pointed to the file that Nan Sidao was holding in his hand and asked, "Are there any doubts about this case?" "No, no, you know that this case has been closed and the criminal has been punished as he deserves." Nan Sidao put out the cigarette butt, put down the file in his hand, took my investigation report and said, "I just want to find some patterns in the criminal record of this habitual thief."

At Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing, the square that symbolizes the shape of a sailing ship's bow is empty and quiet, with tourists in twos and threes strolling around carelessly. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. In Chongqing in September, the summer heat has not completely subsided. It is usually around seven o'clock in the evening when the number of tourists in the square gradually increases. A young woman randomly chose a seat for three people and sat down, facing the sculpture in the square that she could not explain the meaning of. She stared blankly, looking through other people's eyes, not knowing whether she was looking at the sculpture or the sculpture was looking at her. Later, someone really hoped that the sculpture was watching her, recording her every move, watching everything that happened around her.

The entire paper is white and flawless, with a lily drawn in the lower right corner with blue and black ink. The words were printed with a printer, in regular script, with various emoticons. It was initially determined that the author was between twelve and twenty years old. Zhou Zhou Xiaoming has pretty features and a fair appearance. After graduation, he opened a second-hand book rental bookstore in a small alley in the old town of City A. Follow the winding bluestone path and go in. The bookstore rents books downstairs and people live upstairs. There is a waste recycling point on the left and a grocery store on the right. However, Boss Zhou is a bad person. In the first month after opening, someone pulled the power switch. In the second month, he went to the street to pay the water and electricity bill, and the flower pot on the high-rise building fell, which almost prevented him from having to pay the water and electricity bill forever. In the third month, he put an evil charm on the glass, but the glass was smashed.

If you cheat life, your life will only be brilliant at the moment of death. If you deceive yourself, no matter how brilliant your life is, you are just a zombie. If you cheat on love, then you will not have a soul after death. If life is full of deception, what's the use of holding on to it? It's better to follow the path of death. For me, it's the end of deception. For you, this has just begun. It's best not to mix beer and liquor, as it may make you dizzy. This was Gao Yi's first reaction after waking up. The moonlight crept in drunkenly through the open window, slumped on the double bed, and became a sheet that would never be wrinkled. Gao Yi turned over and lay on his back, spreading his arms and legs as wide as possible, forming a "big" character. There is no Lu Hong around. This was his second reaction.

May 26th, around 8pm. In the cafe on the first floor of Lemin Department Store, a pair of fashionable men and women were chatting happily with soft music, soft lights and red candles lit in goblets in front of them. The atmosphere at the table near the floor-to-ceiling glass was somewhat disharmonious. The woman's face was as dark as water, and she was talking endlessly. The man opposite her was obviously not a good listener. He looked careless, playing with a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand, and turning his head out of the window from time to time to admire the street view outside. The man sitting not far away has been spying on what's going on here. His hands were placed under the table, holding a high-performance imported camera. The man by the window suddenly became impatient and rudely interrupted the woman's speech.

The Standing Committee of the Yanmen Municipal Party Committee had been open for less than an hour. Wei Honggang, secretary of the municipal party committee who presided over the meeting, suddenly received a small note from the secretary-general of the municipal party committee: The provincial leaders have something important to see you in the conference lounge. Please announce the adjournment of the meeting for ten minutes, and then go to the lounge immediately to meet with the provincial leaders. Wei Honggang, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, took a look at the note and thought about it for a long time without saying a word. At this time, the deputy mayor in charge of education and health was reporting on relevant work, and it looked like it would take ten minutes to finish. He originally wanted to ask the Secretary-General which provincial party committee leader came, but the Secretary-General put down the note and left. At this time, he was standing expressionlessly at the door of the Standing Committee Meeting Room, waiting for him.