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Monsters and ghosts actually exist. They exist within us, and sometimes, victory belongs to them. --Tennessee Williams "Help me!" A weak voice pierced Xiao Chusheng's eardrum, like a sharp sword striking through the air, instantly piercing his defenses. On the computer monitor was a post titled "Last Words." In the short ten hours since it was posted, the number of views had risen to more than 200,000. Xiao Chusheng felt his heart beat faster and broke into a cold sweat. The black fonts were like coagulated blood, which was particularly dazzling - and the blood was dull black. "... The game has begun. You have 24 hours to enjoy this pleasant process. The winner will receive praise, and the loser will rot forever..." There is a short sentence in the attachment of the post.

A stolen oil painting "Is this it?" Zhou Fan turned around and asked. As the client of this incident, Wang Anyi, the most famous art dealer in Xicheng, could only nod helplessly: "This is the video you asked to see last night." There was certainty in his tone, without the slightest hint of a victim. Wang Anyi is fifty-three years old this year. In China, he is considered an elderly person at this age. But if you didn't look at his gray hair, anyone would only think that he is only about forty years old. Wang Anyi is recognized as one of the most successful businessmen in Xicheng. The Xiyan Pavilion under his name has branches all over the world. The annual turnover is enough to make people respect the old man in front of them.

Those who rob, lure and sell, and those who share wealth and lose silk with friends in gambling will be raised in the great hell of heat and anger, and will be sent to the smaller hell of having their tongues pulled out and their cheeks pierced to suffer. Xiao Meng turned around the mountain col, and a manor with green tiles and white walls appeared in front of him. This was the famous Lengyue Villa in the martial arts world. Who doesn't know the four words "Leng Yue Seven Stars"? Their stories are spread everywhere in the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants. Even if you are not a martial artist, you still know that Ye Huanshan, Mr. Lengyue of Dahuang Mountain, is the best master in the world. His six apprentices are all over the world and dominate the world. Xiao Meng is the sixth disciple. He received an urgent letter from the fourth senior sister more than ten days ago: July 13th, Lengyue Villa. Earlier, Gu Su, the fourth disciple of Leng Yue Sect, "Fairy Qiqiao" went to southern Xinjiang for business. There was no news for a long time. Rumors spread that she was assassinated by the Five Poisons Sect.

He moved his fingers, and his knuckles became increasingly pale under the moonlight. After this action that was like an illusion, he was still lying there, lifeless. There was a knife stuck in his back. The style of the knife could be seen everywhere in the market. The sharp blade, unimpeded by the leather coat, thrust into his back abruptly and coldly. The blood soaked through the clothes and condensed into thin and fragile ice. The scene is quiet. Maybe only a second passed, or maybe an hour. His head began to rotate against the ground, moving slowly, like the minute hand of a wall clock. But he still spared no effort, and it seemed that he also understood that these might be the last few actions in his life.

In autumn, the wind is cold and the nights are as dark as ink. In the small garden dimly illuminated by sparse stars, the lights in the east ear room were still on, reflecting a motionless figure on the window paper. Outside the window, a person was pacing back and forth: "Do we really want to act as planned?" "Until it is verified, there is no other choice." The figure on the window paper moved and sighed. The person outside the window suddenly stopped and gritted his teeth: "Okay! If you don't do something small, your big plan will be ruined. You have to make a decisive decision." "This is a disaster... I just want to wrong you!" The person in the room sighed. "My lifelong philosophy lies in this. As long as this can be achieved, everything else is just a side detail. As long as you remember our agreement, I will die without regrets, otherwise life would be worse than death!" Said the person outside the window.

It has been two years since I was transferred to the police station in this small town, but I have been doing nothing all day long. It's no wonder that most residents in small towns live and work in peace and contentment, and the crime rate is naturally pitifully low. It's just that several recent venomous snake bites have caused panic among the residents of the town. Among the list of victims, Mr. Maloof, a famous little nominee, is also on the list. Legend has it that what attacked this number one celebrity was a poisonous snake two meters long with two heads. The attack occurred in the garden where Malouf was taking a walk after dinner. If he had not been discovered in time, this national treasure performer might have died. But no one expected that Mr. Malouf would really die on the third day after the attack, and his death was extremely bizarre.

In early spring, it turns warm and cold. The swimming room, dominated by warm colors, is spacious and bright, and the entire floor-to-ceiling doors and windows are clean. However, in the swimming pool with clear water, a large area of ​​tiles on the edge of the pool was wet with water stains. The black bag looked particularly eye-catching in the warm-toned room, and there was actually a corpse inside. Huo Gang worriedly stood by the swimming pool and watched the forensic team members zip up the body bag and transport it out of the crime scene. The surrounding police officers were either collecting evidence or taking photos, and they were silent as they went about their business. Lao Wang on the side saw Huo Gang's expression and didn't know what to say. He called the forensic office again, but no one answered for a long time. He sorted out the records in his hand, walked to Huo Gang, and said: "It is initially estimated that the time of death is between three and six o'clock this morning, and the cause of death is unknown. The people who called the police were two reporters who were doing interviews nearby."

Mystery stories are like vines wrapped around trees. The reasoning part is the tree body. After connecting the roots, branches and leaves of the tree, the truth can be found; and those numb clues are soft long vines with intertwined tentacles surrounding the trunk. With mottled cloud shadows and wind and grass, the truth behind the vines seems to be illusory and looming. This story is divided into tree part and vine part.

The autumn wind rustled, Li Si stood on the deck of a black-headed sea-going ship, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He looked up at the clouds. The white clouds seemed to have never moved, but he didn't know when his footsteps would stop. "Brother Li, what are you thinking about?" A childish and sweet voice sounded from his ears. Li Si turned his head slightly. Next to him was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a beautiful smile and a pair of dimples. People couldn't help but be happy when they saw this girl. The girl's name is Bai Zhenzhu, she is a good friend of Li Si and the cousin of Xuanyuan Shan, one of the four great gods in the world. Xuanyuan Shan went to Mongolia for official duties and temporarily left his cousin to Li Si to take care of her. "I'm thinking we're going to Golden Island soon." Li Si also smiled.

Did you know that there was another sandstorm in Beijing today? Everything was gray and the sand hit the window glass like rain, making a rustling sound. Does this sand come from the desert where you rest? Leave the classroom, climb to the top of the building, open your arms and want to embrace the wind and sand in your arms. I want to hold you in my arms again. Are you lonely? I'll be with you soon. The Valley of Wishes has agreed to my request, and I am coming to see you. Are you happy? You didn't answer, and neither did the sand. It just kissed my eyes hard. The tears that I thought had dried up flowed down uncontrollably. The strong wind blocks all sound, and the sand explains the strange tear tracks.

When I was squatting in the office eating my lunch, Li Hao had already started the old Jetta outside the window. I am a rookie policeman working in the criminal investigation brigade of a tourist city. The Criminal Investigation Brigade sounds very majestic, but my job is actually to do odd jobs. I pour tea for the Yellow Team every morning, pour tea for all the seniors in the Criminal Investigation Department who have worked longer than me, pour water for the Yellow Team's pet dog Wangwang, and then voluntarily go to the data room to sort out the city's criminal files in recent years. This morning, Li Hao leaned against the door of the archives room with an empty tea cup and complained to me: "Xiao Tong, you pour water for Wangwang but you don't pour water for me." "Because you are not our department." I said. Li Hao is the only forensic doctor in our bureau. He is very skilled and has good professional skills. He is in the forensic department next to me. Because of his work, he is usually very lonely. We experienced a certain serial murder case in a haunted house last year and became close buddies. This time there was a shortage of police cars in the bureau, so I borrowed Li Hao's Jetta to do some work.

Zhong Xu couldn't believe his eyes. In the huge room, everything had been turned upside down - wardrobes, bookcases, computer tables, sofas and other large furniture, and even TVs, computers, desk lamps and other household appliances had been turned upside down. Posters and some oil paintings on the wall were also hung upside down; teacups and bowls were turned upside down on the back of the coffee table, and even books were stuffed upside down in the bookcase. The whole room was in a mess and a mess. All this seems to be the work of God, everything has been turned upside down, or maybe it is a joke played by some devil on humans. In any case, this is not something a normal person would do. Zhong Xu would rather believe that all this is caused by the distortion of time and space.

The Lantern Festival was just around the corner. Due to his outstanding political achievements, Duke Zhu was granted a month's holiday by his superiors, so he took his master, Mr. Du, the clerks and the gangsters to visit Bianliang City. When Zhu Gong entered Bianliang City, he saw that it was really lively: there were carts and horses on the streets, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Look at the Bianliang River, which is even more crowded. All kinds of big boats, either transporting goods or soliciting passengers, occupy the river. Zhu Gong was very happy to see this prosperous scene. He stared at the bamboo pole for a while and said to himself: "The people in Bianliang City hold the thin end of the bamboo in their hands, but use the thick end to prop it on the bottom of the river. This is different from the people in this county. The people in this county hold the thick end of the bamboo pole in their hands and use the thin end to hold the bottom. Some people also install an iron fork on the thin end."

Many people must have thought of killing someone. These thoughts are lurking in the minds of unknown people around us. Maybe at some time and place, triggered by an opportunity, he or she will put this idea into practice... If you happen to be around him at some time and place, then you can only admit your mistakes and end your glorious and short life. So the law was born in this world. The law uses various punishment methods to suppress evil thoughts. Before killing people, they think of the punishment they will receive, thereby suppressing the thoughts of killing... However, the law cannot fundamentally curb the behavior of killing, because evil people will always find various ways to escape the sanctions of the law.

Today is no different from usual. The sun finally went down, giving the surrounding buildings a layer of orange. In addition to the sound of traffic, the crows of crows returning to their nests can be heard in the distance. Kiritani Kosuke stood by the window and looked at the hazy sunset in the distance. Looking out from the upper floors of the building, although the scenery is very unique, it is always dominated by artificial green scenery. This is somewhat unpleasant for Kiritani, who grew up in a rural area. Kiritani is a writer and does not have the habit of going out every day. He basically stays at home all day long. But Kiritani is tired of this life. Why is it the nature of a writer's profession to live an extremely boring life every day? Or is it a problem with your own personality? The days pass by in repetition, which makes people feel depraved. In short, today cannot be as ordinary as usual.

In a worker-gathering area of ​​Corsicana, Texas, a wooden bungalow was being engulfed in flames. Flames were flying, paint, tiles and furniture were burning. Smoke and dust shot straight up to the roof and into every room. In an instant, the house was enveloped in a sea of ​​flames. Eleven-year-old Buffy Barbie came home from an outing. Her home was two rooms away from the burning house. When she saw the smoke, she immediately ran inside and called her mother, Diana. The mother and daughter arrived at the scene quickly and saw the homeowner, Cameron Todd Willingham, standing alone on the front porch, wearing jeans, shirtless, his chest blackened by soot, his hair and eyebrows singed, and kept shouting: "My child is in there!" He has three daughters: 1-year-old twin sisters Came and Cameron, and 2-year-old Anba.

At this time, when you turn this page, it is equivalent to sitting across from me and listening to my story. Two wine glasses were placed between us. Your glass is full. Mine is always empty. You asked me: "Since the wine glasses are placed, why don't you drink?" I said: "To save." "Save what?" You asked curiously. "Rescue a memory about murder." You smiled, thinking I was joking. I laughed too and immediately told you the story of the murder. Before the murder, I heard a voice: "Gosh!"

It's a rare good summer in Denmark. The temperature is suitable, the sky gets dark late, the daylight seems to be stretched out, and the red sunset has no end in sight. The central square in the capital, Copenhagen, is filled with all kinds of vendors, each setting up a street stall and earning a small amount of money. The lives of ordinary people in Denmark are quiet and irrelevant. There are also unusual ones. On the corner diagonally opposite the square, there is a three-story red house, squeezed among other houses. The windows are light green, and it has a bit of Andersen's fairy tale flavor. In a third-floor room of the house, a man lay on the carpet. The man had flaxen hair, a high nose, his eyes closed tightly, and he looked like he had fainted. Beside him, there was a girl standing. This woman had black hair, which cascaded down to her waist, and her whole body was trembling. She held a sharp object in her hand and walked towards the man on the ground.

At midnight, there was no one on the quiet street. Taking advantage of the winter rain, a person walked slowly on the road. He was dragging a huge suitcase without an umbrella. A few hours later, he appeared in a dimly lit room, carrying out his latest "work". A stream of bright red color flowed into the container. He took a deep breath, seeming to be extremely enjoying it, squinting his eyes, playing with the scalpel and intravenous drip in his hand. Suddenly, his phone rang strangely, and he picked up the phone: "One has been completed, and the rest will be delivered to me by you." He put the lifeless body into the suitcase and hurried out the door. This time, his movements were much faster, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Humanity's understanding of itself is as small and poorly understood as its understanding of the universe. Female agent Guan Qing has been sleeping very poorly during this period, and it is difficult to fall asleep. Even when she does fall asleep, she will have strange nightmares and wake up immediately. She knew that this was related to the last case she handled. It was a case about memory. An ambitious man tries to use nanorobots to control people's memories. She solved the case, but part of her memory was deleted by the murderer. Before that, she had always believed that memory should be like a liquid, and that various memories would be mixed together after being poured into the brain, like water of different colors. However, when she lost part of her memory, she discovered that there were clear boundaries between different memories.

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

Born on May 4, 1957 in Omachi City, Nagano Prefecture. Her husband is the famous mystery novelist Orihara Kazuo. Shinjin Kiyomi University studied at the French Department, Faculty of Letters, Aoyama Gakuin University. She often attended lectures on novel writing at the cultural center. Encouraged by the lecturer Masao Yamamura, Kiyomi Nitsuzu began to submit manuscripts. In 1988, she published her debut novel "Miss Double-sided Tape" and entered the Japanese literary world. The themes are mostly taken from daily life, and the description of female psychology is exquisite and good at horror style. His representative works include "Eve's Original Sin", "Remnants of Sin in the Womb", "Transformation", "Dangerous Benefactor", etc. "Things between men and women are difficult for even the parties involved to figure out."

It is said that after Zhu Gong finished doing business in the capital, he put on casual clothes and took Du Patou around the capital. That day, the two of them walked to a wide alley and saw a large courtyard facing the street. The door was ajar and someone was quietly coming out of it. Zhu Gong couldn't help but take a sideways look and saw that it was crowded with people, shouting and drinking, and it was very lively. Du Captou looked at it for a few times and said with a smile: "Sir, this turns out to be a treasure bureau." Zhu Gong asked: "What is a treasure bureau?" Du Captou replied in a low voice: "A treasure bureau is a casino. In our county, I also led people to arrest several private players." Zhu Gong asked again: "What did the group of people in front, surrounding a square wooden box, do?" Du Captou looked over again and whispered: "Those people are betting, and that box is called a treasure box.

The biggest advantage of being on the 24th floor is the quietness. This building with a total height of 24 floors has a very simple name, "24th Floor". After it was first built, the name attracted many people to buy it. However, as soon as they arrived, before going upstairs, people turned back and gave up the idea of ​​buying. Because there is no elevator on the 24th floor. There are two staircases, an ordinary staircase inside the building, and a hollow life ladder on the outside that spirals around the building like a long snake. I once tried to walk up the life-saving ladder, but after walking only two floors, I felt dizzy - I could see my feet through the stair slabs. The floors were suspended between floors. The handrails were also supported by iron frames. There was nothing to obstruct my view. I felt as if I would fall down at any time.

In the early morning of August 20th, as soon as Mr. Zhu had finished his breakfast, he saw a yamen servant rushing in and shouting: "Master Zhu, something serious has happened!" "Why are you so alarmed?" Mr. Zhu asked, putting down his tea cup. "Sir, do you still remember that dead house?" The Yamen servant asked. Seeing Zhu Gong's expression of confusion, he explained, "It is the former residence of King Yuyuan of Xizhuang. Since his family died, no descendants have inherited his inheritance, and no one in the clan is willing to take it over, let alone buy it. Now his house has become a house where no one has died." "Then what happened now?" "This morning the land security guard came to report that a passing scholar was found dead in that house."

Destiny is indeed very miraculous sometimes. When you are lucky, it is like a divine help, and everything goes as you wish. The wind gets wind and the rain gets rain. However, people who have bad luck often complain that God is blind, and unlucky events happen one after another, as if they are colluded, and just come to you. Zhang Hongbin belongs to the latter. He had been extremely unlucky lately, and it seemed like the most improbable and terrible things in the world had happened to him. In the morning, he received a notice from the Human Resources Department. As the contract expired, the company would not renew his contract. Other colleagues who, like him, were told to pack up and leave, received a letter of termination along with a substantial amount of compensation. He was the only one who resigned normally without any additional compensation.

When she finished cleaning the entire room, the sun was setting and the room was dim and needed to turn on the lights. Numate Takako stood in the center of the living room and looked around. In the Western-style room with an area of ​​twelve tatami mats, every corner was illuminated by chandeliers that gave off a faint white light. High-quality plush carpets, a wall-mounted stove, and a lone wheelchair parked not far or near from the stove. There was no one in the wheelchair, and a large light green bell hung on the armrest of the wheelchair. It was a porcelain bell that made a crisp sound.

"You can't kill those fairies, you should save them." "But they are always blocking the way. I want to go over and get the diamonds." I said. "Every time you kill a fairy, the time will be extended by 30 seconds. If you kill 10 fairies, you will return to the first level." Mark explained patiently. I let go of the keyboard and said, "Stop playing! It's too hard! I don't understand how you can play these games all day, let alone design them." "Once you get the hang of it, it's really fun. It's really fun to create virtual worlds where you can do whatever you want," Mark said with a grin.

My name is Guan Minyin, and I am the department manager of a cosmetics company. That day, I had just finished dinner when I received a text message on my phone. The sender was the executive director of our company-let's call him Man A for now. The content of the text message was: "There will be an emergency meeting tonight, and all department heads will be asked to gather outside the company gate at nine o'clock." The company held a meeting during non-working hours, which has never happened to me since I joined the company. Now that this is the first time this has happened, it seems that tonight's meeting is indeed extremely urgent and imminent. At 8:50, I returned to the company. There are more than ten department heads in our company. I thought that everyone should be almost here, but I didn't expect that there was only one person standing outside the company gate at this moment. He is the supervisor of another department, let's call him Man B for now.

For a few hours in the morning, Zeller Fine Jewelry, a jewelry store specializing in high-end jewelry on the edge of the suburbs of Dumont, turned into a crime scene. Sheriff Jeff McQuaid looked solemnly at the body of store owner Clark Zeller, who was shot to death with a small-caliber handgun. The bullet hit him in the heart. Because Zeller is running for the U. S. Senate against Maurice Burton, his face, thick gray-brown hair, provocative eyes, and resolute expression have recently appeared frequently on television, newspapers, and on a large number of posters, and have long been familiar to people.

"Xiao Shen, do you know where Wang Feng is?" Lao Li's voice came over the phone. He changed his usual joking tone, which made Shen Ling feel nervous. "I'm following up on Fei Bingxin's case. He's gone on his own, so you can call his cell phone." "It's turned off again! Damn, it happens every time! By the way, the director is looking for you, please take the time to go there." After saying that, Lao Li hung up. Speaking of Wang Feng's only shortcoming, he likes to turn off his phone. When he shuts down his phone, no one knows what he is doing, and no one can find him. Everyone often joked that he must have booked a room with some girl in the hotel.

As we all know, Las Vegas is a city of sin. Some people get rich overnight, while others die here. There are no obvious signs that Las Vegas was built by gangsters. Even if there were, it would not be recorded in writing. In 1940, the Jewish gangster Benjamin Higel went to Las Vegas to develop the market and built the Flamingo Hotel and Casino. After the success of the casino, other underworld organizations also stepped in, and there were casinos such as Good World, Cosmic Dust, Sands, Riviera, Desert Inn, and Caesar's Palace.

Lucy lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of the Cambridge hotel room, wondering whether she should go to town and find someone to entertain herself. She had just returned from visiting a client in Chicago, where she was on a mission to attend a technology symposium, but fatigue took over. Lucy got out of bed and turned on the TV, which was showing the evening news. The male announcer was reporting on a crash on the M5 highway, and a blurry video appeared on the screen: the flashing blue lights of the police car, the V-shaped trailer, and the crumpled car squeezed by the roadblock. At this time, a creepy and strange thing happened. She heard the wailing voice of a high-pitched man on the evening news. This man was undoubtedly in great pain.

In the cafe, the woman was looking down and counting the money in her hand carefully. Her delicately manicured fingers gently moved, once again arousing Tahara Koji's hidden desire for women. Perhaps he saw some kind of animal need in the white, slender fingers. "It's seven, that's right. Thank you for your hard work!" The woman said, "But, to be honest, the bid could be a little higher..." She put seven thousand yen bills into her handbag and raised her head. The color of the lipstick goes well with black sunglasses.

The famous Japanese female magician Toriyama Akizuki was accidentally cut off by a chainsaw while performing her gold medal-winning magic "Death Saw Phantom", and subsequently died. The Chinese photographer who was present at the time happened to be a master at solving difficult cases. Together with the Japanese police, he checked the conditions of the stage and props, and asked Toriyama Akizuki's prop master and assistant as well as other magicians at the scene. He discovered that Toriyama's female assistant was accidentally inserted into the aorta and died by a steel knife while performing the "invulnerability" magic eight years ago.

Qingfeng had been staring at the huge chainsaw under the camera. The moment the chainsaw touched Toriyama, his hand suddenly shook, as if something was wrong. The chainsaw indeed cut through Toriyama's body, but isn't that magic? But Toriyama's body was obviously in great pain. She opened her mouth as if she was trying to suppress a scream, and her limbs struggled to break free from the iron chains. Then, Qingfeng saw the blood gradually spreading on the red clothes.

It was rare for the sun to shine in Libei Town on this day, but the gloom in Feng Zhen's heart became increasingly intense. He was driving to Libei Police Station. This was his first time setting foot on the land here. "Hello, I am Feng Zhen transferred from Xia Chuan." He pushed open the rusty metal door with some disgust and greeted politely. There are only about six work tables in the small space, and they are all occupied by men. They are slumped on the tables. A middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and a round head looked over following the voice: "Come in, I am Director Qiang Guang. On the first day, I will familiarize myself with the familiar environment. The desk next to me will be used." After he finished speaking, he pointed to Feng Zhen and arranged the desks. "We will work in groups here, two people in a group, you and Yin Gu." "I heard that you arrested the wrong person and brutally interrogated you before you were transferred here? Don't hold me back."

Ichitoyama Eita suddenly decided to move away from Yamanashi last week, and he was ready to kill that person. In the photo, the woman with a slightly bulging belly is being led by a strong man, choosing cakes together. Although her face is a bit blurry, the smile at the corner of the man's mouth is movingly highlighted. He is his target, his former high school classmate Shinichi Buzono.

A man walked towards him, with regular features but an ordinary appearance. He was strong and tall, but he didn't look majestic at all. If I have to say it, his straight back is probably his only characteristic. He feels a lot like the father in the TV series. No, it should be said that they are like the extras gathered in a TV series. In short, they are not conspicuous. It seems like it's going to rain. Komatsu Renji looked up at the gloomy sky from time to time while walking straight towards me. He proposed to meet here-Miyashita Park in Shibuya. There are currently only two young couples walking here, so even if we have never met, we should not recognize the wrong person. Lianci came to the bench and sat down next to me. He shivered and turned up the collar of his coat. A gust of wind blew, and the small tree next to the bench swayed from side to side. "Thank you for your hard work for making me come here."

That day, I was playing chess with Lala when Guo Ziming found me. Lala is my nanny. She is 25 years old and graduated in fine arts. She has a good figure and skin as tender as a piece of watery tofu. Of course, I don't describe her like this because I have dirty thoughts, I just can't find more appropriate words. I asked her to be my nanny because it was easier to chase her around. For a lonely old man, if he stays alone in this 200-square-meter house, he may lose 10 years of his life. Being accompanied by beautiful women and reciting poems is always a good thing for the arty. When the stormy knocking on the door rang, our situation was serious and on the verge of breaking out. "Lala, open the door." I continued to study chess with my head down.

The fourteen-year-old girl Xia Chuhe was born into a family that was proficient in weapons manufacturing. Her family was wiped out overnight, leaving her alone to survive under the protection of her mother. She remained anonymous and was adopted by the young Jin Yiwei Xue Huaian. In order to solve the mystery of his family's murder, Xia Chuhe regained family skills and attracted enemies. However, an unexpected murder made the truth even more confusing.

Having had enough of the same three meals in the hotel, I ran to a barbecue near Ochanomizu Station alone. After replenishing his energy, he returned to the room full of motivation and sat down at his desk. It's just nine o'clock. As long as I work hard tonight, I can easily complete today's workload, and I will probably finish the manuscript tomorrow night. Tomorrow night... Well, is still very far away. It's already the sixth day of retreat for creation in this hotel in the center of Tokyo, and I don't even have a change of underwear. In order to finish the novel scheduled to be published next month on time, I had no choice but to follow the editor's instructions and stay in this room to write the remaining half of the content.

When people close their eyes, the whole world falls into darkness. But the world has not deceived us. What prevents us from discovering the truth is only our own eyelids. But can you see the truth when you open it? At this time, the man in the cabinet was holding his breath, staring at the outside world through a narrow gap with unblinking eyes. The girl on the bed seemed to realize that there was someone in the closet, but she was just surprised, and the look of terror briefly disappeared on her face. I seemed to increase her fear. The man in the closet thought secretly. But no matter how scared she was, the girl had no time to care about this. A man was trying to violate her, and the girl made a final resistance, although it was in vain.

Aoki Renkyo propped his head with one hand and looked out. The hands of his watch had already turned to half past seven in the evening. The teacher pointed at the formula on the blackboard and told him several times before announcing that he could rest. Ren Jing only entered the second year of high school this year. If his parents hadn't been nagging him about going to higher school, he would never have attended this special evening tutoring class. Logically speaking, the students who can enter this special entrance class are top students in various colleges and universities, but situations like this often happen. "Three pineapple buns and two cans of orange juice. Hey, Eri, what do you want?" A girl with a neat ponytail turned to ask her companion while putting a banknote into the hand of a girl with short hair.

Introducing a man who keeps playing with the straps of his overalls. "So, everyone knows that the suspect is among you, right?" The students looked at each other suspiciously, and the classroom was very quiet. "Where to start? Everyone's food expenses are not a small amount. The envelope containing the food expenses was lost during the school activity time, and the classmate who was on duty in the classroom suddenly had a nosebleed during this time and went to the school doctor's office..." The person on duty couldn't help shrinking his head when he heard this. "Squad leader, shouldn't there usually be two people on weekly duty?"

The dark blue rectangular clock in the empty central square is eighty meters high and one hundred meters wide. The clock face is translucent, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, and looks like glass. The wind blew, and the clock swayed with the wind, and the time displayed on it also swung: 10:35. At the top of the time flashes the date: December 27, 4,319,999,999. A little girl in her teens, wearing a white helmet, a light yellow T-shirt and a short skirt, wearing pink roller skates, her head slightly tilted forward, her hands behind her back, skillfully passed through the middle of the clock face. At the moment she passed through, the time was exactly 10:35. The girl's light yellow clothes overlap with the blue clock face, turning into a lovely olive green.

The business department of Manati Real Estate Co., Ltd. Is on the ground floor of a building not far from JR Ikebukuro Station. In a small conference room separated from the window business area by a partition, Shigeyuki Nakayama let out a heavy breath and glanced at the LCD clock on the table. He didn't care about the time, but wanted to confirm today's date. Wednesday, November 30, 2011, 10:40 am. If you change the Gregorian calendar to the Japanese calendar, it will be November 30, 2011. He filled in this date in the "Date of Proposal" column of the "Notice of Change of Owner (Occupant)" to be submitted to the condominium management office, and then wrote his name in the "Proposer" column.

The case occurred 59 years after today. Early one morning in winter. The location is still our planet. 59 Years later, you and I may still be alive. When the time comes, don't forget to turn on the TV and watch the final verdict of this case together. It was almost dawn, and Detective Luo Dan of the Criminal Investigation Division stayed awake all night. He is bored. The word boredom is the equivalent of suicide for an agent. In recent years, due to the rapid development of science and technology, the level of technical identification has increased dramatically, and solving crimes has become an experiment. In addition, the government has strengthened its precautions against terrorists. Satellite surveillance cameras have been installed on every street corner and on every floor. Even in the park where trees are intertwined, tiny cameras disguised as leaves or buds are hung on trees every few meters.

I was about to ring the bell a second time when the door opened. I thought I would see Karl Beilemann, but the person who opened the door was a tall-cheeked woman with light blond hair and a serious expression. This woman looks like a miserable person who has been miserable all her life but refuses to accept her fate. I gave my name, and the woman nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Rodenbach, Carl is waiting for you. He is reading in the library now. I can't disturb him. Please go to the living room to sit down and drink some coffee. Carl will -" She looked at her watch, "Just twelve minutes." It will be noon in twelve minutes, and Carl wants me to arrive at noon. I took a train from New York and then took a taxi from the station. Since the pick-up went smoothly, I arrived twelve minutes early. It seemed that I had to waste these twelve minutes.