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The municipal party secretary's "double regulation" not only caused a major earthquake in the local political scene, but also put his relatives in trouble. Mianmian, the niece whom the municipal Party committee secretary loves very much, is in her third year at a key high school in the city. She was once a key training target of the school and held several positions as a class cadre, league cadre and school cadre. At this moment, she is facing the crisis of being ordered to drop out of school. Mianmian's parents, the sister and brother-in-law of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, had nothing to do with the corruption of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, but they were also affected. Many problems that were not problems to them before have now become big problems that they cannot get around. Just when they were struggling, the son of the municipal party secretary, who was in the third grade of junior high school, was injured again...

In the Furong Villa in Yecheng, a young man staggered from the darkness in the distance. His eyes were also filled with floating black, like sharp bats flying in his pupils. His eyes came into contact with the red door of Furong Villa, which was three feet away. A group of more than a dozen blue-clothed detectives gathered outside Furong Villa, hesitantly looking inside. "Where is Capt. Sun?" One of the spies asked. "He followed an unknown person into Furong Villa. When Capt. Sun left, we were asked to stay and no one was allowed to go in." "So, we don't have to go in?" The leader was An Hui, an old cop from the Yecheng Yamen. Except for Capt. Sun, the other young cops followed An Hui's lead.

It was eleven o'clock at noon when I saw Gu Qianlin. It was pouring rain outside the police station. Gu Qianlin was sitting in his office of the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team, with Detective Lin Dong standing in front of him. My name is Zhuo Xitong, and I am a writer of detective mystery novels. I met Gu Qianlin during an accidental case, and we became good friends after that. Gu Qianlin often invited me to participate in his detective work. Just last month, I wrote a novel about his detection of a murder case. After receiving the royalties, I made an appointment to treat him to dinner, and the time was scheduled for noon today, so even on the most annoying day of heavy rain, I still came to Gu Qianlin's office on time.

A woman in a blue dress died in a cabin at home. This was a tragic incident that happened one summer day in a two-story white wooden building. There is a small room next to the lobby on the first floor, which is fully decorated with models of the entire building. It is known as the "Doll's House" in the world. Its surrounding environment, topography and architectural style are exactly the same as the original, but it is only a 1/12th smaller version of the original. The remains of the deceased lie in the courtyard of the "Doll's House". This cabin has no windows. If the door that is the only entrance and exit is locked from the inside, the only thing leading to the outside is the two main doors of the "Doll's House" installed on the wall of the cabin.

After Lotta packed everything, she took some time to put her luggage back in the room. She opened the closet and it was full of clothes and pants that had been randomly rubbed in. Each piece looked like old sauerkraut taken out of the pickle jar. She made a cabinet and threw the old clothes with tags into the trash can. Then she folded the clothes in the suitcase neatly and put them in the cabinet. Before she had time to clear away the various leftover potato chip bags on the coffee table in the living room, the phone rang when it wouldn't. The action of opening the flip phone was her favorite gesture, and the number showed that there was a stranger on the other end of the phone. "Hello!" It was a boy's voice, excitement mixed with uneasiness. He had obviously been thinking about something he had practiced hundreds of times before, but he didn't dare to say it out, just waiting for the other person's reaction.

Gao Jian's company implements a weekend system. That autumn, he established a close relationship with Midori Yano, a female staff member in the same department. At that time, the company organized young employees to travel to the mountainous areas near Tokyo. Unexpectedly, he and Yano Midoriko got separated from the company's team, and they were left alone wandering in the mountains. Colleagues later teased them for colluding in advance. Not really, they did fall behind because they were walking too slowly. However, this unexpected opportunity caused the relationship between the two to heat up rapidly, and soon they reached the point of discussing marriage.

On May 19, 2003, outside the Graf jewelry flagship store on New Bond Street in London, a young man took a few glances into the store. He was less than thirty years old, with blond hair and a slim waist, and a figure like an acrobat. He didn't talk to anyone, and he didn't go into the store to look at jewelry. He hung around for about five minutes and then left silently. Surveillance cameras clearly recorded the entire process. This person is Ujosevic, the backbone of the international jewelry thief "Pink Panther". He was born in a small fishing village in Montenegro. He once organized and planned a series of jewelry robberies, and this time he came to check on them.

At six o'clock in the morning, a piercing siren suddenly sounded. While I was still sleeping soundly under the covers, I felt agitated all over and quickly transitioned from a deep sleep to a semi-awake state. The sirens were getting louder and faster, and the red lights were flashing. Despite my one hundred and twenty reluctances, I quickly got out of the hot bed, stumbled to the coffee table where my phone was placed, quickly grabbed my phone and pressed the answer button. "Hey, lazy guy, get up quickly and meet at Nanhu Park at 6:10." A stern order came from the mobile phone. At this moment, I had completely gotten rid of the entanglement of sleep and was in a waking state. I quickly begged: "Officer Yan, can you give me five more minutes? At least let me put on my clothes."

Aidan Carver looked the detective straight in the eye. Although there were only two of them sitting in the dimly lit and cold interrogation room, Aidan knew very well that there was an audience outside the double-sided glass. "What's going on, Aidan?" Detective Lachance of the Paris Police Department asked coldly. "As I said, I don't know how that damn necklace got to me. Last night, Gia Venturi showed up in my hotel room wearing this ruby ​​necklace, and I have no idea why she didn't take it with her when she left." "Is this the same Gia Venturi that the insurance company hired you to investigate two weeks ago?" Lachance asked sarcastically. Aidan nodded. Lachance asked again, "If I remember correctly, you proved that her apartment was burglarized, the jewelry she was not wearing that night was indeed stolen, and you ruled out the suspicion of fraud, and now you are telling me that she was setting you up?" Lachance raised his eyebrows.

Lucy arrives on the outskirts of the West Yorkshire town of Glasbury and finds 12 Acacia Road. She got out of the car and pressed the intercom on the security door. The security door opened automatically, and Lucy drove the car onto the wide private driveway. Lucy had not yet made up her mind whether to take the case, but the offer was irresistible. The front door opened, revealing the well-kept face of a blond woman in her forties. From the white short-sleeved top and dark blue sports trousers she was wearing, Lucy judged that Mrs. Grace had just come out of the gym. "I'm Stella." Mrs. Grace smiled and held out her hand.

Ming Fengzhen stood at the door of the ward. White door. She put her hand on the handle. At this moment, it seemed to turn black - like a black hole that suddenly appeared and immediately sucked away all her courage. Ming Fengzhen took a few steps back, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and began to pant. "What's wrong?" The nurse looked at Ming Fengzhen with concern. She was sweating heavily on her forehead. "Why do you feel bad? I'll call the doctor." "No, no need..." Ming Fengzhen closed her eyes. The nurse turned her head and glanced at the door that Fengzhen tried to open but failed to open just now, thoughtfully. "Don't worry too much. Miss Ding just fainted. She is in good physical condition and is not seriously injured. She should wake up soon."

Qin Sen leaned down and hugged the female body wrapped in a black plastic bag tightly with both hands, letting the cold and biting feeling spread on his skin. It was very cold inside the mortuary. The bald old man on duty stamped his feet impatiently to keep warm and shouted irritably: "Hey! It's time to close the door!" Xu Chuan behind him coughed dryly and said: "Mr. Qin..." Qin Sen slowly put down the body and watched the gelatin zipper fly past quickly, burying the cold and pale face in the darkness. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, then he turned around and pushed open the door of the mortuary, and walked out without looking back. Xu Chuan shrugged and followed quickly without saying a word. The sun was blocked behind thick clouds, and the sky looked gray, filled with early winter fog.

While waiting for someone in a coffee shop, I heard people at the next table talking: "I wonder where the prisoner threw that finger?" "Didn't he eat it?" I realized that they were talking about my brother's case, but what I couldn't bear was that they used such a frivolous tone. My younger brother Natsuki Niiyama was a budding piano performer who played popular music. His sudden death has been "publicized" by various media for more than a month, because now is the media's "material dry period" - a period at the end of the year and the beginning of the year when there are few big events to hype. At this time, a case like my brother's happened, which naturally attracted people's attention. In the past year, Natsuki had no musical activities, which made his fans and staff around him worried. However, he was killed just after his comeback performance. Naturally, the media could not let go of this explosive news.

Alas, everything went very smoothly that night, but then, things changed. You know, every summer we drive back to this place in Indiana many times. There are countless stars twinkling in the sky, and the weather is so warm that you can put down the top and cruise around all night long. However, just after midnight, I parked my black Deuce-nosed 29 sports car in the empty parking lot of Lauter Bistro No. 22. Along with an amazing sound, I saw gravel splashing under the wheels. It felt absolutely wonderful.

When I was 6 years old, I fell in love with the gray brick walls in my garden. The big three-story house is not a paradise for princesses and princes like in my mother's fairy tales. It is so big and has so many rooms. I often wake up crying at night and have to walk for a long time before I can reach my parents' room. Once, I fell down and cried for a long time before my mother heard me.

When Chang Yin and Nan Sheng turned fifteen, their parents returned to Linglong Lane. Yu Liansheng was more than a year younger than them. He would tell Chang Yin and Nan Sheng everything he heard from his father who had studied abroad. His tone was calmer than ordinary children. Chang Yin and Nan Sheng often stared at his shining eyes. The sealed library is in the abandoned building complex behind Nan Sheng's house. The day of the accident was no different from the previous ones. Chang Yin, Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng entered the library smoothly and looked for books to read. Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng watched for a while and started chatting. They were laughing and playing and got a small amount of books, making a lot of noise. Chang Yin was the first to hear the footsteps, and even the always bold Nan Sheng was so scared that he held his breath.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and a large group of people were walking on the official road. "Hey, you said the leader is so mysterious, what exactly is he taking this time?" An escort wiped his sweat and asked in a low voice. "I don't know what it is, but I heard it's a bit evil!" The person next to him suddenly became energetic. "Wang Hu got up last night and went to the pit to take a sneak peek inside the escort car. As a result - what did you say you saw?" "What?" The person in front widened his eyes nervously. The chief escort walked over with a dark face, and several people suddenly did not dare to speak. "Lingzhou is ahead." The chief escort said in a deep voice, "There must be no mistakes!" A low and suppressed thunder suddenly came from the distance. The weather changes at will, and soon the heavy rain will roll down, hitting people's arms painfully.

The day after Uncle Wu Ming was killed, I received a letter from my father. After unfolding the letter, I was not very surprised. On the contrary, my mood was surprisingly calm, and then there was an indescribable cold feeling - not only due to the weather in the twelfth lunar month, but also probably related to the description of Uncle Ming's death in the letter. My father wrote this part in great detail, but I didn't read it carefully. I packed it up hastily and got on the train back home. Wusong is not that far from Shanghai. Even for horses with weak legs, it probably only takes half a day. Trains are naturally several times faster than horses. However, the Songhu Railway was built in 1876, which means it is more than sixty years old. The rails are old and the iron box does not dare to do anything arbitrarily. In the end, it's not much different from riding a horse. But that doesn't matter to me. I could just read my father's letters again on the way and maybe find a clue or two.

On Christmas Day, Shi's mother decided to take Shi Jun to the artist's party that day to look for candidates for her future daughter-in-law. As the son of a first-class composer and a first-class performer, Shi Jun, who has no artistic ability, feels very sad. It was held in a detached villa on the outskirts of the city. The owner was Claude Kitt, an Englishman who served as the head of the Western Percussion Department at the Conservatory of Music. It is said that Mr. Kitt, who is over fifty years old, has just married a girl nineteen years younger than him. There is a Christmas tree over one meter high placed in the courtyard, with twinkling lights, highlighting the colors of Christmas.

The universe is like an eternal snake biting its own tail. Walking on the railway track, Gao Yi suddenly thought of these words. The rusty railway track also looked like a big python at this time, winding forward with no end or end in sight. The weeds on both sides had withered to the point where only the roots were left, exposed on the red soil, spreading bare and ugly, covering the hills on both sides of the railway track. There are no trees nearby, and you can see the higher mountains behind the low hills. A round of setting sun leaned behind one of them, almost falling. If everything in the world, including the universe, can cycle over and over again, can I go back to the past by biting my own tail at the cost of devouring my own body? There is a snake game on your phone. The rule of the game is that the snake's head can never touch its own tail. This rule is very simple, one move can determine life or death, even children can play it.

On the streets where it was raining heavily, the number of pedestrians dropped sharply. People without rain gear hurried into shopping malls or ran to the eaves to take shelter from the rain, while some panicked and grabbed taxis. Yin Lili quickly became a drowned rat. Her snow-white professional skirt was stained with mud and water. The high heels under her feet twisted, causing her to fall to the ground in embarrassment. "Miss, are you okay?" A passerby kindly extended his hand to her. Yin Lili raised her face that was washed pale by the rain. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was crying. She got up, bowed slightly to the person who helped her, and then limped towards the bus stop. At eight o'clock in the evening, the rain had stopped. Yin Lili walked into an alley.

I had never met James Ashton before, but I absolutely hated the man. He is the husband of a friend of mine. My friend's name is Elena. Every time Elena came to work, her eyes always had a black ring, and there were always bruises on her wrists, which made me hate him even more. I haven't seen Elena for a while and I miss her a lot. Our temperaments have been compatible since she came to work at Reed's Dry Cleaners. I took jobs at the front desk and she did the repair work. Because the store is so small, we were almost on top of each other.

The sky outside was dark, as if the end was coming. A dazzling bright edge cut across the sky, the rumbling thunder was deafening, and huge raindrops knocked on the window glass of the twenty-second floor, making a crackling sound, and the heavy rain poured down like a flood. The woman leaned against the window and stared at the man huddled in the corner. What would be the consequences if he were pushed out of this window right now? She hesitated. The thunderstorms in the hot summer may not last long, so we must make up our minds immediately. The man seemed to move. His hands were bound by ropes and clasped behind his back, face down, and his body slumped to the floor. "Where is this?" The man's voice seemed to come from a distant cave, hot and humid.

The sky suddenly changed when the car drove out of Baicheng. The clear sky was extinguished by dark clouds. The vultures that were soaring in the sky a second ago disappeared into the gray black. The car, probably affected by the bad weather, also lost its temper. The last two puffs of foul air came out of the exhaust pipe, and the car body rushed forward and came to a complete stop. Li Zhen smashed the steering wheel and turned the key hard. The engine choked, completely stalled, and could not start. "Fuck." Li Zhen swore, grabbed a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. After sitting there and smoking half a cigarette, he got out of the car and opened the hood to study the cause of the fire. Unfortunately, he had no research on car repairs at all. After looking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, and even made his hands full of oil.

Tokuyuki Nishimura. A native of Takamatsu, Japan, born in 1930, his main works include: "The Avengers of No Return" and "The Hunt". The name Nishimura Toshiyuki became familiar to Chinese readers only in the 1980s, when the movie of the same name (the Chinese film was translated as "The Hunt") adapted from his work "Cross the Angry River" was released in mainland China. For a time, the image of the hero and heroine became popular all over the country. Du Qiu's perseverance, heroism and Mayumi's tenderness and infatuation have been recognized and loved by many old, middle-aged and young audiences. Because of "Manhunt", Nishimura Toshiyuki and leading actor Takakura Ken became popular idols together.

Boys have always had a hero complex. When I was a child, I listened to the big boys bragging, either saying that Sun Wukong was great or that Li Xiangyang was very capable, so when playing games, everyone wanted to be like these people. However, it would be annoying to always pretend to be Sun Wukong or Li Xiangyang. Once, a child said that he should pretend to be Hu Dayangan. At that time, no one knew who Hu Dayangan was, so someone asked, and the child said that Hu Dayangan was a local policeman a hundred years ago, and he was very capable. Those thieves and robbers had a saying: "If you are not afraid of the earth or the sky, you are afraid of the Hu family."

Tuckerman stopped Kyle in the aisle in the afternoon and said to him: "Bring me a piece of soap, a big square, brand new one. I want to see it before dinner." The red-haired boy opposite reflexively shrank his shoulders and looked at him with frightened eyes. There was no doubt that Tuckerman was a dangerous person in his eyes. He is thin and powerful, with a white skin that has not seen the light of day for a long time. His messy hair is combed back like a flag. His hair color is pure dark brown, and his eyes always shine with a kind of fanatical light like a mad artist.

May is not fat, but July is sad. It all started when I was inspired by summer clothes while shopping on Taobao, and angrily joined a swimming association organized online in order to lose weight. At that time, a girl happened to quit the team. She held my hand at the orientation and said nervously: "This swimming team can only have eight members because of water ghosts. If there is one more person, something will happen. If there are new people coming, you can also quit. Believe it or not." City A historically thrived on waterways. Along the Baishui River, water networks extend in all directions. In this era of convenient transportation, the river has lost its original important status. Riverside parks have been built on both sides of the river and transformed into places for citizens to relax and entertain. This gave birth to many folk swimming groups.

The Xijiang River has traversed several provinces since ancient times, and its water system connects Guangdong and Guangxi. There is an old city on the north bank called "Yumenfang". It has been erected on the river for hundreds of years. Because of its high terrain, when the tide rises every spring and summer, it looks like an isolated island floating in the sky and water, and has never been swallowed up by floods. The elders in the neighborhood said that it was thanks to the "Chongtian Pagoda" erected on the stone hill outside Yumenfang: Legend has it that fifty years ago, the Xijiang River was flooded for many years, and a Qingwu warlock came all the way "looking for dragons".

The cemetery is always so quiet. At a glance, there are eye-catching tombs wrapped among the endless mountains. The dense tombstones are neatly arranged. There are countless people lying under the ground, but there are almost no people on the ground. Sometimes it feels creepy to think about it: if the order of the tombstones represents the order in which everyone sleeps underground, then these neat tombstones are just corpses arranged in rows one after another. "Hurry up, let's put down the flowers and leave." Xiaogui said. Xiaogui is my colleague. One of his classmates passed away a few days ago. He happened to be on a business trip and missed the funeral. When he came back, he decided to give his classmate a bouquet of flowers. But he was too timid to come alone and insisted on dragging me along. "What's there to be afraid of during the day?" I laughed at him. "This is a cemetery, and it's very dark." He gritted his teeth and said.

Shinichi Watada just won the Diligence Award from the company a few days ago. He has been with the company for thirty-five years. Looking back now, even he finds it incredible. He has never changed jobs since joining his current company thirty-five years ago after graduating from a second-rate private university. It's not a big deal that he has been working for the same company. He has not moved in the past thirty-five years. He has to drive from his home to the company every day. This is really strange!

Four bearers carried the sedan, bumping along the mountain path. In the sedan, Lao Cai, the prefect of Jinling, who had just finished his lunch, was humming a ditty as the sedan rocked, and dozed off in a daze. Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew by with dust, making it difficult to open one's eyes. The four bearers carrying the sedan raised their hands in unison, rubbed their eyes, and moved on. The four of them all had the same thought: The adult is overweight again. Tonight, either let him lose weight or let him get a raise! In the sedan, Lao Cai's sleepiness disappeared, and he looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in the sedan following the dusty wind with great vigilance.

Dusk. A girl in white sits alone on a rock by the sea, her beautiful face reflecting the sunset. She put her hands behind her, swung her legs down comfortably, and paddled her bare feet back and forth on the water. The salty sea breeze blew from a distance, blowing her waist-length hair away. From time to time, she brushed the messy hair behind her eyes behind her ears, but her eyes looked forward unblinkingly, as if she were on a pilgrimage. This is a small island. She has lived on this island since she was born and has never left, so she is full of curiosity about the other side of the sea. She often comes here secretly, sitting facing the boundless sea and feeling the breath of the sea brought by the sea breeze.

"Don't be like me when you grow up!" This is my father's mantra. "A man, why should I only carry a purse for others? Look at me, I have been carrying a purse for others all my life. You, when you grow up, you must stand out and be a person who lets others carry a purse for you!" During the evening drink, the drunken father's cheeks shone. So he would complain endlessly. The resentment that had been pent up in his heart seemed to burst out under the influence of alcohol. However, this kind of resentment can only be expressed in front of family members. "Mikifu, you must remember your father's grievances in this life!" Whenever my father was drunk and hazy, tears would flow down his face. My mother, on the other hand, always seemed restless.

The night wind is like a blade, cutting people's faces with pain. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the man in black clothes in a cloak floated to a small dilapidated temple without moving. He paused for a moment to make sure that no one was following him, and then walked into the temple in a cool manner. In the darkness, you can vaguely see a seated statue of Tathagata directly in front of you. The altar is in a mess, and there is nothing but dust in the incense burner. The man in black walked to the altar, held the incense burner with both hands, and turned it three times to the left and right. With a "quacking" sound, the seated statue of Tathagata automatically moved backwards, and a row of downward steps appeared below the seated statue. The man in black stepped onto the steps, and the long corridor revealed a pale yellow light. Every ten steps on the walls on both sides, there was a fist-sized luminous pearl inlaid on each side. At the end, there was a stone door blocking his eyes. The stone gate is divided into nine palaces by six lines, three horizontal and three vertical.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Toko Koike came out of the magazine office. It was midsummer in August, and the bright sunshine swayed in front of her eyes, and she suddenly collapsed. When Tazi woke up, he found a girl squatting next to him. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a pair of cute eyebrows under her shiny black hair. She looked at Tazi with a worried look on her face: "Are you okay? I called you several times but you didn't respond." "It's okay. She must have had heatstroke." Tazi showed a forced smile and said, "Thank you." "I'll help you." The girl pulled her up with some difficulty. Although Tazi repeatedly stated that she was fine on the way, the girl still insisted on sending her home.

Zou Tao and Gong Sanhai climbed over the last mountain ridge, and a black thing appeared in front of them. That thing had the majestic posture and momentum of a mountain, but it was completely black, with no grass or trees growing on it - it was an abandoned cinder mountain. Looking around, there was no sign of anyone. Gong Sanhai silently beat a drum in his heart, "0" asked Zou Tao to bring him here. Even if he was killed, chopped and cooked, no one would know about it in eight or ten years. Just when Gong Sanhai was in a daze, Zou Tao pushed him gently, and he slipped and rolled down the hillside.

Sakai Mitsue's peaceful and somewhat boring life began to be broken from that day on. At the end of April, the sky was blowing with dry winds. That afternoon, as usual, Mitsue watched the neighbor's child Ikuo nibbling the olive bread leftover from the school lunch, while asking him where he was going for spring outing, chatting endlessly to pass the time. With the house key hanging around his neck, Ikuo is what society calls a "key child." Ikuo is in the fifth grade of elementary school and lives in a two-story cement building opposite Mitsumasa. He has no father, and his mother works in an insurance company, so Ikuo always hangs his keys inside his sweater or shirt. After school, he often picks up his schoolbag and goes straight to Mitsuae's house to play.

The taxi arrived at the door of the house, and Miura got out of the car after paying the fare. There have been days when I haven't drank so happily. The warm night breeze mixed with fresh green blew on my hot cheeks, making me feel particularly comfortable. So, he stood in the yard and enjoyed the breeze for a while before walking towards the door of his house. The house was shrouded in darkness, and it seemed that his wife Yuko had not returned from a class reunion. This is a family without children. The 46-year-old university professor had to take out the key to open the door by himself. He smiled bitterly, but he did not feel unhappy at all. Miura opened the door, walked into the living room the size of six reed mats, turned on the light and started to change clothes. This is a set of his habitual actions. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again. It was just past 10 o'clock.

The sudden appearance of foreign proteins on the morning of Wednesday, October 11, was the molecular equivalent of the Black Death. This is a death sentence that cannot be mitigated. Cedric Harling knew nothing of the details of what was going on inside his body. In sharp contrast to his consciousness, every cell in his body knew clearly what kind of disaster awaited them. This new protein is spreading into them with an inexorable force, and the effect of a small amount of enzyme is completely insignificant to these menacing newcomers. This new protein causes the death hormone gene to appear in Cedric's subbrain glands. Once this fatal gene appears, its consequences are inevitable. Death hormones begin to join together in large amounts, enter the bloodstream, and are carried throughout the body from the bloodstream.

It has been thirty-eight years since I graduated from college. Sometimes I feel that this period of time seems to be very long, and sometimes I feel that it is just a blink of an eye. Starting from tomorrow, every day will be Sunday with free time at your disposal. No more having to think about your bedtime the night before for the next day. Gone are the days of having to prepare yourself for the day ahead of tomorrow. Yiba Tieji was suddenly freed from the fetters of the company, and couldn't help but feel at a loss about the unlimited freedom that was displayed in front of him. The white-collar habits cultivated over thirty-eight years cannot be changed overnight. I know in my heart that I don't have to go to work tomorrow, but I will probably go to bed at the same time at night; I will still open my eyes at the same time the next morning. Then I will prepare my clothes for work. Then you will realize that from today on, you no longer have to go to the company to work. However, I couldn't help but leave the house and walk to the station at the same time as before. Ah, the deplorable white-collar habits!

The photo of Pesi Ti Ti Rui Ling stared down at me sitting on the sofa. She looks about ten years old in the photo, four years younger than she is now. I've seen more recent photos of her and she's rapidly developing into a beautiful young lady. But when I think of her, I think of the gap-toothed child playing in what to her was the safest place in the world. I can see her opening gifts one after another on Christmas morning; I can see her playing with her puppy; I can also see her watching those cartoons. And I thought of everything that was to come: studying for final exams, introducing her nervous prom boyfriend to her parents, taking her children to visit her grandparents. I don't want to imagine my partner not going home. Detective Penny Moore handed me a cup of coffee and sat down next to me.

There was no festive atmosphere at all in the Phoenix Student Apartments of Beijiang University on New Year's Eve. Because it is winter vacation at this time, most students have gone home. The few who didn't go home mostly went to attend the New Year's party organized by the school. The cold wind is biting and the chill is overwhelming. As Song Zitian walked in this deathly silent garden, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of panic in his heart. Traveling with him was a fat man wearing black-rimmed glasses named Sun Lang. He and Song Zitian were roommates in the same dormitory. Instead of attending a series of activities such as the New Year party organized by the school, they stayed in the dormitory and played computer games all day.

It's almost New Year, and the shops on both sides of the street have begun to be decorated with lights. We walked along, occasionally stopping to look at the cheap New Year goods sold by street vendors. Zhou Fan stood behind me in deep thought. I picked out a few blessing characters, paid the money and turned around. I found that Zhou Fan was a little distracted, so I asked: "Still thinking about that case?" Zhou Fan then realized that I had finished buying, stretched out his hand to tighten the scarf, smiled and said, "Well, I have been investigating for a week, but Mr. Xinlan Everything about Si's behavior is normal. I'm a little bit at a loss what to do." I sighed helplessly. Zhou Fan was always used to confuse cases with life. He patted my lovely tenant on the shoulder and said, "Let's go find Chen Yin first. We'll talk about the case in the afternoon."

Justin had always been naive enough not to think of the place as Wheeler's abandoned private property or as a wide compound surrounded by high walls and thick hedges. This place is located far north on Skeld Lesevøj Road. Since he could not tell others about it, he secretly recorded the exciting scenes he saw in that place from right to left in his own words. Every time he sneaked into this place, he felt more excited, more terrifying, and more satisfied than before. The multiple dives were like a continuous trek, and he was using calculus to solve the problems in his head. He never imagined that in this place, he would encounter horrors that truly made him break out in a cold sweat.

The sunshine was soft, and a few straw plants were swaying in the autumn wind, as if they had been burned by a golden fire. There was a notice taped to the wall. The cold wind had playfully torn off a few corners, but the handwriting was still clear. Recently, female flower pickers have appeared in the city, and several people have been victimized. Anyone with a handsome appearance as a young man should not go out alone at night. Anyone who provides clues to the arrest will be rewarded fifteen taels of silver. A little girl stopped under the wall, her big eyes full of curiosity, like pods full of life in the field. She stared at the notice and read it up and down several times, and finally couldn't help laughing.

One night, after teaching classes at Portland's famous Alister Lisfield Revue, he was suddenly murdered. Several dance students called to report the incident. When they came for morning class, they saw a teacher running crazily on the campus, shouting: "She is dead, she is dead!" The teacher was unconscious. Later, he was taken to the hospital and given a cardiotonic injection, and he calmed down. Legal person Palema Jitani died in her office. She was fully clothed and sitting peacefully on the floor, leaning against an overturned chair, her legs spread apart, her feet together, and her hands the same way. Apparently, the killer tied her hands with rope before she died.

"Ah! Oh my god!" I opened the door, and the scene in front of me made me scream. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The room was empty and there was nothing left. When I saw my husband carrying a box outside the window, I screamed: "Tom, Tom, we've been robbed! There's nothing left." As soon as Tom entered the door, the box in his hand fell to the ground with a plop. He ran over to me and hugged me, dumbfounded. "How - how -" He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't say a word. He turned and rushed upstairs. I heard the thump of his footsteps, the sound of the door opening and closing, and his rough breathing. "Call the police!" He yelled. I fumbled for my phone in my handbag. It's unbelievable. Even the phone on the wall in our kitchen was taken away, and all of our son's rooms on the second floor were stripped bare.

Deputy Inspector Xili did not return to his home until around eight o'clock in the evening. "Mr. Wang has been here several times." After hearing the words of his wife Qiuzi who was waiting at the door, Xili remembered that he and Wang Renming had made an appointment with the two families to play mahjong together that night. Nishiri lives on the first floor of Kitamachi Cultural Residence in Kobe City, and the resident upstairs is a Chinese named Wang Renming. It is said that Wang Renming works in the Singapore Overseas Chinese Foreign Trade Buyer's Office. Wang Renming - slender figure, broad eyebrows, pointed chin. Although he is 36 years old, he is always playful and has a childlike look on his face. The young couple is truly a match made in heaven, and so is his Japanese wife Masako. Although she has long passed her prime, she is equally lively, cheerful, innocent and romantic.

He passed the festival peacefully, which can be said to be blessing upon blessing. When the god of death made a face to him, he saw the cute little eyes of his six-year-old daughter Tonya, so he told himself that he must not die. For Tonya, for his wife, for Nastya, for his grandchildren, and of course for himself, he must survive. Yana held two plates of dishes in her hands, hummed a little tune, and flew into the living room like a butterfly. She glanced around the table and found an open space. Before and after Boris' surgery, she stayed by her husband's side all night long, caring for him meticulously, and fighting the disease with him. Boris looked at his wife with fascination. She was so young, well-proportioned, delicate and beautiful, just like a vibrant spring. She is only thirty-five years old. And he - didn't dare to think about his age. "Boris, phone.