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Every carefully planned murder has unspeakable killing intent. Master Ikkyu, a Japanese Buddhist monk, once said a Zen saying: "It is easy to enter the Buddhist world, but difficult to enter the demonic world." What does this sentence mean? I can tell you the name of the murderer before this story begins. However, we still don't know what kind of "murderous intention" is hidden in the murderer's heart. As the saying goes, lay down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Sometimes, it's harder to lift the butcher's knife than to put it down. The reason why people raise the knife is because they cannot let go of the "murderous intention" in their hearts. In the world of detectives, it is not difficult to analyze a case with clear texture. However, trying to detect the murderer's murderous intention is like exploring the most unfathomable strait in the world. Because you are exploring the human heart. In this story, the person who cannot let go of his murderous intention is called "Lin Xi".

Halloween. Night. A Halloween party is taking place in the Holiday Plaza. The first thing that caught your eye were the eight eye-catching blood-red characters on the background spray painting of the stage - "Halloween Ghost King Heroes Meeting". There was a sea of ​​people around the stage, and people were making noises one after another. The scene was extremely huge. "Wow, there are so many people!" Qing Ning said excitedly. "Well." Si Xuan nodded, suddenly glanced at Qing Ning, and asked lightly, "Speaking of which, isn't your sister off today? We went fishing for shrimp during the day, why didn't she go with us?" "I don't know. She usually read documents at home when she was resting, and rarely went out. However," Qing Ning flattened her mouth and said a little confused, "If I happen to be free when she is resting, she should accompany me."

Minishi Village in Nanhakama City became an uninhabited village two years ago. People in the village slowly grow old and eventually die, so the community finally disintegrates and dies. I stood on a high slope, and what lay before my eyes were patches of wasteland covered by wildly growing and vigorous weeds, interspersed with old iron roofs and cracked asphalt roads. The village is not dead. "Wake up, Linshi!" This movement calling people to enter the uninhabited village has been going on for more than a year. Although 14 families have moved in one after another, it is still desolate. Only the white of new cars and the pink clothes of children playing on the road can be seen occasionally. "This place is becoming more and more popular!" Colleague Guanshan Youxiang said with a smile in his voice.

I've always had a hard time getting over what happened on Saru Island because it was so incredible. That was in the fall of 1980. To be honest, 1980 was a really strange year for me. I encountered many inexplicable things. The most unbelievable thing was the murder incident that I personally experienced in the autumn of that year. At the beginning of autumn that year, I gradually became tired of all the simple and boring bass exercises, and my interest turned to fashionable wind instruments. Coincidentally, a friend left his Alt saxophone with me because he had to go out for a while to avoid debt, so I finally had the opportunity to learn to play the saxophone.

"Recently, I have discovered something that is troubling me." This can be seen from the expression of the woman who spoke. The woman glanced at Dr. Qianxiao opposite him. He was obviously gesturing for her to continue speaking. This encouraging look gave her a sense of motivation. The woman raised her head slightly, but her fair and elegant face now showed a confused and dazed look: "That's it. I found that I seem to have forgotten some things, very important things... But now I can't remember it anyway... It must be very special Important things... But there isn't even any evidence to prove that they have ever happened..." Dr. Asaka frowned slightly: "Kyoko, sometimes people will suffer from neurasthenia and have delusions due to poor sleep, malnutrition, irregular work and rest, etc...."

Wang Feng had sex with the little girl that night. She took the initiative first and Wang Feng did not refuse. When Wang Feng asked her name later, she did not say it. Just forget about names and such. The girl said this.

The Kita-Shinano area is a small town surrounded by high mountains. It spans about 39 kilometers from east to west and 12 kilometers from north to south. The altitude ranges from 424 meters at Jusangai to 2,341 meters at Mount Satowasugi. Almost 90% of the town is covered by virgin forest. At this time, it was the time when spring was getting stronger. Yuki Kurobe came from Tokyo specially for a visit and stayed at the Fengquan Hotel in the small town. Before the automatic door of the Fengquan Hotel opened, I heard Ogawa Hayaoko's voice, "Oh, Yuki-senpai, I didn't expect you to be here. Welcome!"

"You haven't left yet?" Anna stood up awkwardly. "Waiting for me?" Qiao smiled with her usual provocative look. She had no intention of having this repeated quarrel with him. "No," she paused for a moment before answering, "you know not." "Can't you give me something to think about?" Joe blinked. Anna ignored him, walked out of the laboratory and walked into the dressing room. Joe followed, chattering as usual. "You'll never go out again," he complained. "Who said I won't go out?" Anna sighed, "It's just different from you."

On the evening of September 28, Otomo Tetsu was suddenly called by Fukuhara, the head of the search section. Section Chief Fukuhara said to him in an orderly tone: "Tomorrow you go to the Special Investigation Headquarters of the Shibuya Central Bureau to conduct a detailed investigation of the case." Otomo felt a little surprised by this sudden assignment. Because the Shibuya Central Bureau's Special Investigation Headquarters has already arrested the criminal, the handling of the case has also entered the closing stage. At this time, I was asked to step in. What on earth is going on? Besides, he had already changed his job to work in the Criminal Affairs Division, but this time he was assigned to work by Chief Fukuhara of the Investigation Division. He was worried, what would he do to take care of his son Yuto? Thinking of this, the instructions of his deceased wife and son rang in his ears again. Alas, there is no other way. All we can do now is to complete this task as soon as possible.

This is the Tsukiji main branch of the Tokyo Central Wholesale Market, also known as the "Ugawa Bank". The Sumida River flows in front of it, with a tributary of the Tsukiji River on the left and the main stream of the Tsukiji River on the right. The wholesale market covers an area of ​​225,000 square meters, about three times the size of Korakuen Stadium. It is responsible for providing ingredients for the kitchens of 280,000 people in the Kanto Economic Circle, with an annual trade volume of approximately 800,000 tons. It can be said that more than 90% of the fish in Tokyo are supplied here. On this day, at around 10:30 pm on September 30th, a large refrigerated truck from Shiogama Port in Miyazaki Prefecture drove into the parking lot of the wholesale market. The truck was marked with the four characters "Sanriku Fisheries". Parking time is from 10 to 12 o'clock every night. In the large parking lot that can accommodate up to 4,500 vehicles, thousands of refrigerated trucks from fishing grounds across the country are parked.

"There is a mountain in the north of Hebei Province. Due to its curse, villagers who are less than forty years old must hang their heads on trees and die, so it is called Diaotou Mountain. The dead remain dead and cry day and night, with a sound like the cry of a baby. Within a radius of ten miles, strangers should avoid it..." It sounds very disturbing. The frightening legend does not arouse my fear. In my eyes, such records are as groundless as "Liao Zhai", and the "Ghost Chronicles" where the article comes from should be just like "Liao Zhai", it is just a story of village ghosts. However, the editor-in-chief of the magazine seemed to be very interested and planned to send me to Jizhou to visit, find out where Diaotou Mountain is, and make a special report.

At 4:10 a. M., Jiangcheng patrol police found a man in his 50s tied to a traffic guardrail on the side of the road. The man was wearing thin underwear and tied with three hemp ropes. One tied the man's upper body firmly to the iron railing, one tied to the wrists of his hands that were cut behind his back, and the third tied his legs and knees together with the guardrail to make him kneel down. In addition, the man had a dirty, torn sock stuffed in his mouth. As a result, the bound man could neither move nor scream. He could only kneel on the spot and let the cold north wind blow around his body like a knife. The man's surname was Wang Minglun. When he was discovered by the patrol, he had been shivering in the cold wind for half an hour. When the patrolman untied the three hemp ropes from his body one by one, his body was almost frozen and hard.

Mr. Taoke: I think you have received the first postcard. It was your story "Charming Lies" that put me in jail for four years. At first I had no idea why we were being arrested by the police, especially since I was so violently attacked by my colleagues. Later, when I accidentally read your novel while being puzzled, I suddenly realized it. So I'd love to meet you. Goodbye!

Ameng and Xiaoye discovered the mysterious village and temporarily settled down. They met the village chief A Niu, the naughty and kind-hearted young Huzi, and the mysterious beauty Qiaoqiao. They also discovered a terrifying forest full of skulls... Crow Mountain looked particularly desolate at night. The sky was covered by thick clouds, and the light of the stars and the moon could not be seen. There was no life anywhere, only bare stone walls and dry branches. Xiaoye and I sat next to the fire in the center of the cave. Eighty percent of the villagers had fallen asleep. Only Xiaoye, Aniu, Huzi, and Qiaoqiao, who we met by the river during the day, were left. The five of us sat around the fire and chatted about daily life.

In an apartment in Huaxi Community, An Ran and her colleagues were busy nervously. The deceased was a male, extremely obese, weighing no less than 400 kilograms. The deceased's feet were tied to the legs of the table, his hands were tied behind his back, and his head was lying on a pile of food on the table. There were bruises on both cheeks of the corpse that had been pressed by fingers, and there was a large amount of food in the mouth. It looked like someone had forced food into his mouth like a stuffed duck. The body of the deceased was facing a huge mirror, with two big characters written in red paint on it: Taotie. "What did the scene at the scene remind you of?" Captain Ling looked at the big blood-red characters on the mirror and asked An Ran, who was frowning next to him.

Ono and I were sent to Jizhou to find Diaotou Mountain in "Ghost Chronicles". Among the exes who were sent to investigate, one entered a mental hospital and the other refused to mention the matter again. After entering Shijiazhuang, Xiaoye and I found the road leading to Diaotou Mountain. However, the driver who accompanied us died in an accident on the way, and his head was taken away by a crow...

Ameng and Xiaoye lost their way in the mountains and forests. They found the wooden house where the hunter lived, but accidentally discovered that there were many ghosts outside the wooden house. Ameng covered his exclamation, but was caught by the "ghost"... "Brother Meng." Xiaoye's voice appeared in my ears, but there was darkness in front of me, and the back of my head was hurting, as if someone had knocked it. "Brother Meng." Xiaoye called me again. I felt my body being gently shaken, and then I realized that I hadn't opened my eyelids yet. I quickly opened my eyes and saw Ono squatting in front of me, and the beam of sunlight shot through the window of the wooden house, illuminating the dark and moldy space. It was already whitening.

Chang'an City has not been peaceful recently. However, there is one place where business is particularly good. "Are you coming to Hell's Gate?" The person who spoke was a young woman. "Yes, you come to Gui Men Guan too?" The person who answered was also a young woman, "I was afraid that my man would suddenly become pregnant and give birth to a baby! So I had to come to see Doctor Qi." Doctor Qi's surname was Qi Ming Gui, and his medical clinic was called Gui Men Guan. It is somewhat perverted for a doctor to give such a weird name to his medical clinic. However, no one can open the gate, and no one has ever died in this old man's prison - those who were not seriously ill or had no strange symptoms were all kicked out by him, and he gave them a beating when they were in a bad mood. But the strange plague that has spread in Chang'an recently is something that even Divine Doctor Qi might not have thought of.

This is a row of velvet white courtyards, located in Ningjiang City where late autumn is approaching. Courtyards rise one after another. Occasionally, red maple trees can be seen stretching out their leaves. This courtyard has its own name in Ningjiang, it is called Spring Hall. Chuntang is a medicine hall that has been popular in Ningjiang for more than 200 years. Because of the philanthropy of the ancestors, Ningjiang Chuntang was once highly praised by the great dynasties. However, with the decline of the great dynasty, Ningjiang Chuntang and Taiping Shantang are no longer mentioned by so many people. The current master of the Spring Hall is called E Qiuhan. After this autumn, he is already fifty-eight. According to oral information from his ancestors, at this age he needs to confirm the next generation of the master of the Spring Hall.

Ameng Xiaoye secretly saw that the village's secret was discovered, and A Niu stepped forward to save them. A Niu promised to take them down the mountain, but they had to take away one person from the village. Ameng decided to take Huzi away... The night's actions fermented in my heart, and my mood became high and tense. Qiaoqiao seemed to know something. She deliberately circled around me. I knew she wanted to protect Xiaoye and me, to prevent us from being alone and being attacked by some villagers who held objections. Is someone still trying to kill us? It seems that A Niu's meeting with the villagers during the day did not go well. It should be a situation of incompatibility between the two parties.

In the past few days, Shiguro Hayakawa has refrained from smoking at home, and even washed clothes in advance that were going to be piled up until the weekend, all for a special reason: because she lives in her own home. The first time I met her was probably five days ago. It was around seven o'clock in the evening, and the day was about to end. Hayakawa bought a bento at a convenience store and then hid in a nearby alley to smoke. When the cigarette was about to be finished, Hayakawa turned his head and glanced into the alley, and was shocked to find her lying on the ground. She was wearing an apricot-colored dress, and there was a half-dried blood clot on her head, while fresh red blood kept pouring out. Hayakawa immediately held her in his arms and hailed a taxi. Because there was a large general hospital nearby, he did not call the emergency call.

1932, summer. The scorching sun at noon was shining thickly on every inch of Shanghai Beach. While complaining, the patrol officers sneaked into the teahouse to "cool off". In comparison, the police responsible for security at the pier are not so lucky. It is a hard job. They can hardly spare a minute to leave this big steamer. Since the "January 28th Incident" at the beginning of the year, the security force at each pier has doubled, and the security inspection is stricter than ever before: all luggage will be unpacked and inspected. If you encounter a suspicious person, you can ask the other person to strip-search without any reason.

At noon on the sixth day of November, Bai Muyi and Shang Xueqi led their horses into Quanzhou City. The two of them left Luoyang and traveled south. Bai Muyi talked about how delicious the Shishi red crabs in Quanzhou were, which made Xue Qi's index finger twitch, so he hurried on and arrived at noon. It seems that you can smell the salty sea breeze in the streets of the city. The two found an inn and dropped off their horses. Shang Xueqi dragged Bai Muyi to accompany her around Quanzhou City. Quanzhou City is a famous port. There are countless cargo ships coming and going every day. The city is rich in goods. In addition to seafood, there are also many rare things shipped from various places. Corals, amber, agate, ivory, red ostrich feathers, etc. Are everywhere. Xue Qi is dazzled by the sight.

Can you hear it? In this world of nothingness, I can see the moonrise and then the moonset. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, there is nothing in the world that can move me. I just felt lonely and no one cared about me. Not even the slightest injury could heal in my chest. But you never come back, why do you prefer it there? Are they satisfying you? Or you satisfy humanity. "Sin"--it was once our common name, but it was ruthlessly divided into seven names by God. You are gone, you are all gone, only me is left. In this sunless sky, I have forgotten who I am. I'm bursting into tears, I'm going crazy, can you feel it? I really can't do it anymore, and I want to indulge myself just like you. The human soul is like a piece of paper to us, densely filled with words.

Pandora's Box and the Seal of Sin 1 Wang Feng let the car slide on the asphalt road, sitting next to him was the uneasy Xia Yue. Wang Feng understood her mood, and he felt the same way. They were going to meet the same people. They are all people who are afraid of seeing them but have to see them. Everything needs to end eventually. So many years of police career have made Wang Feng feel tired. He read countless people. Each person has the shape of a playing card in his heart, and is as rough as kraft paper, polishing his soul one by one. Now, his spiritual experience has become extremely tenacious. At the same time, he also feels an inextricable tiredness from deep within.

Wu Xiumei died just one year after working as an accountant at Hongli Construction Company. Everyone was surprised and felt it was a pity that she died. Wu Xiumei is very young, just 22 years old, and she originally had a good job. They all thought she shouldn't have died so early. But she was dead after all, that was a fact, it was obvious. There is another fact that is less obvious. Was Wu Xiumei murdered by bad guys, committed suicide, or was it just an accident? Lao Yang, a second-level police officer from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Public Security Bureau who came to the scene to investigate, has not yet found evidence that Wu Xiumei's death was homicide, suicide, or accident. Therefore, the above three possibilities cannot be ruled out.

A light of fire cut through the darkness, drew a large arc, and fell towards the center of the street. The light of fire bounced a few times on the asphalt road, and finally stopped, and it turned out to be a cigarette butt. Duanmuchen was leaning on the railing of the balcony, with a worried look on his face. He had just flicked away a cigarette butt, then lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a cloud of mist. Duan Muchen is a criminal police officer with more than twenty years of experience in the police force. He has been looking down at the movement on the street. Perhaps because he has been staring for too long, he feels that his eyes are so dry that they are beginning to hurt. As a criminal police officer, of course he knew that he should not break the law by throwing cigarette butts into the street. This might burn passers-by. What's more, the cigarette butts could be swept into other people's units by the wind and cause a fire at any time.

There were two people standing in front of the bulletin board of the Taiyuan government office. One is a tall young Taoist priest whose gray robes have been washed white. The other is a young girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a light yellow dress and a big braid. The two of them were concentrating on reading a notice: "A charity bazaar will be held at Feilong Pavilion on March 15th to benefit the countryside. If you are interested, please contact Master Yang to sign up. On February 29th, Taiyuan Prefecture will announce it." The notice was short and meaningless, but the story behind it was very rich. Since last year, there has been no rain in Taiyuan, so the government decided to hold a charity sale to help the victims. The gentry enthusiastically donated treasures, the most valuable of which was a thumb-sized purple diamond called "Purple Linglong" belonging to the wealthy businessman Fang Shimao.

Niu Pengcheng encountered a very difficult case. It was already October when the weather was getting colder. Wu Manyin's complaint made it very clear that his daughter Wu Yaxian went to Dong Shiqing's cotton field to steal cotton one night and encountered a drunk Dong Shiqing. Dong Shiqing coerced Wu Yaxian into a small hut where she was looking at cotton, and committed adultery. Wu Yaxian became pregnant, was ashamed to be alive, and committed suicide by taking poison. After the first day of August, it was also the day for the county government to release the lawsuit. Most of the backlog cases were small cases such as marriages and property. The three of them faced each other and talked about it. Niu Pengcheng often made the whole house happy, and everyone was happy. On Wednesday, Saturday and September, Niu Pengcheng must sit in court. The most annoying thing for Niu Pengcheng was sitting in the hall. In the main hall of the government office, there was an executioner standing in the main hall shouting "powerful" like a donkey. Those who were called in had to kneel down and screamed one after another, saying that they were wronged, wronged, and wronged.

The window was opened by someone unknown, and standing in the passage of the cabin, one could see the lead-colored sky and the deep sea, which looked bleak. The cloudy scenery of the Shibaura area gradually came into view. The north wind blowing in through the window made a whistling sound in my ears. Mamoru Arasaki was a first-class navigator on the cargo ship Yamakage Maru. At this time, he walked out of the room and was about to go to the toilet. Mamoru Arasaki had been on the deck for a while. He was wearing a mountaineering windbreaker and a red striped scarf that his wife had knitted for him around his neck. Judging from the way he was dressed, he did not look like a sailor. However, this scarf was already famous on the entire ship because it was specially knitted for him as a gift by his newly married wife. He passed by a cabin and saw a piece of paper blown down by the wind at the door. Arasaki was agile and quickly stepped forward to step on the piece of paper.

Stretching out along the coastline on the east side of the Seto Inland Sea, there are several connected towns near Iyo Beach. These small towns are collectively called Wantian. Although they are economically prosperous, they are relatively isolated. Things like witchcraft and demons are still believed by most people. There is a half-built and abandoned railway along Dongwantian. Because Wantian is surrounded by dangerous mountains and ridges, the project had to be put on hold. Legend has it that at the end of the railway is an inexhaustible supply of gold and jewelry. Wantian people have never seen the sun, and the sky above their heads is always cloudy and rainy. Summer and winter take up four-fifths of the whole year. It was summer, and the hot and humid air was filled with the noisy chirping of cicadas.

On the city wall of Taiyuan Prefecture, the night is thick. The strong southeast wind blew by in waves, making a whining sound. The Fen River is like a violent giant dragon, rushing from the north, and suddenly slows down when it reaches the city - a huge eight-foot-high dam stretches across the river, with only three bridge holes left in the center. The river water surged and swirled under the dam, setting off huge waves. A soldier standing guard shrank his neck and muttered: "The weather this year is so strange. There was a drought for several months, and then it rained for half a month. Could it be that the Dragon King is angry?" Another person echoed: "In my opinion, the city must be built in the river, which disturbed the Dragon Palace's feng shui..." Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across, lighting up most of the night sky. A terrifying humanoid monster appeared more than ten feet away from the city wall.

My name is Tian Tian Mika. Since the pronunciations of Mika and Mikan are very similar, people often call me Mikan. My father worked as an accountant in a canning factory in the town. Every day at dinner time, I would listen to my mother, who worked as a director at a TV station, discuss the news. This had become a family routine. Today is no exception. "Now I feel that I was right not to stay in Tokyo and to go back to my hometown." My mother took a sip of the trout soup and said with lingering fear, "Young people in big cities these days really don't know what they are thinking." "What's wrong?" My father poured some beer into the glass, and his mind seemed not to be on the content of the conversation at all. "Recently, there is a popular organization in Tokyo," my mother said mysteriously. "Some extreme young people gather together to engage in shady things."

The room was very dark, only the desk lamp was dimly lit. Archive bags and folders are scattered on the dilapidated table. The labels on them are blurred, but I remember every case recorded there clearly - the cases assigned to the Qinhuai Police Station are always a bit scary and weird, making it difficult to forget. Just like the one I hold in my hand now. In the photo, a 30-year-old woman is lying on her back with her eyes rolled up and an obvious scar on her head. Judging from the depth, it is fatal. The most horrifying thing was that there was an arc-shaped wound about 15 centimeters in diameter from the left chest to the left abdomen of the woman. All the internal organs and blood filled up from the body of the deceased, blooming randomly at the edge of the wound, coagulated with the darkened blood.

"Tonight... Is it true?" Ogata Shiro's cheek muscles tightened and he stared at Yoshizawa Keiko with timid eyes. A few meters away from the grass under the shade of a tree where the two of them were sitting, the midday sun cast scorching light and shadow. "You were just driving." "That's true, but..." "You were more cornered than me!" Ogata Shiro bit his lower lip and remained speechless. Yoshizawa Keiko once again slowly looked at the scenery in front of her that she was almost tired of seeing. Daito Chemical's Kobe factory, surrounded by tall concrete walls, is built on a large area. When entering the gate, there is a double-story office on the left, and three factories on the right. There is a wide open space in the front, warehouses No. 1 To 6 on the left and right, and a white building with a research office in the corner of the front.

The valley in the middle of the night is completely silent, covered with dark woods everywhere, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. Among them, there is a small section of the mountain wall that is bare and bare, with no grass growing on it. It is a piece of white translucent rock, flat and smooth, like jade; if you look closely, you will find that there are many dark red lines looming under the surface. A girl knelt in front of the rock, clasped her palms together, and lowered her head to pray: "The Great Immortal is above. This little girl sincerely worships and is willing to sacrifice her soul and flesh and blood, praying for the Immortal to appear."

When Yan Yun was rescued and returned to the hotel after being treated at the scenic area health center, the thin paper-like crescent moon quietly followed him in like a shadow. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch on my skin." Yan Yun, who was frightened and turned pale, said to the people who came to visit her. "It's okay." Yuan Xiaoyue, the tour guide who led the group, let out a long breath of relief, "If something really happens, then I will..." It was hard to calm down her fearful mind. "Yes!" Everyone was relieved that Yan Yun could come back safely. "How did you fall from the mountain?" Lin Dan, a member of the tour group, asked looking at the gauze on her head.

In the evening, the weather was overcast. The red-painted gate of the He family compound was closed tightly. A pair of stone lions in front of the door were like two lights in the dark night. People in Xiangzhen said that those were He Feng's eyes. However, He Feng, who had his eyes open even when he was sleeping, was snatched away by a dart. Xiao Jin, captain of the county bureau's criminal police team, led his people to evacuate Xiangzhen, but the case did not drop. He Feng's death left many doubts. The cement road under Lao'er's feet was filled with pits and rainwater, and she stepped into a puddle with one foot. When she pulled her foot out, her shoe fell off. Lao'er is a co-worker at the town police station. Wearing an unmarked police uniform, he often follows the police to catch thieves, block gambling dens, and helps the police catch thieves or gamblers. The police also help him find his shoes that were left in the grass. Lao'er's feet are between size 37 and 38. Nowadays, no one can make mille-layer cloth shoes for him, so he can only pull on his shoes every day and follow the police around to handle cases.

Half a month ago, I was sitting in the studio at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in Beijing, biting a toothpick and staring at the snow-white canvas on the shelf in a daze. Today, half a month later, I am here. This is Wuwei in Gansu Province, a place called "Liangzhou" in ancient times. On the road, I always wake up early. I opened the curtains, it was just dawn, and the streets were bustling. People in small places are more diligent. In the distance, you can see the ancient bell tower and the Rosh Temple tower, standing quietly in the morning light, like two ancient wise men. In addition to the thunder platform where the copper galloping horses were unearthed and the ancient ruins in Wuwei that everyone on earth knows, I only know about the ancient bell tower and the Luoshi Temple tower.

This was the third time that Dai Yang had escorted Liu Ping out to look for the huge sum of more than 2 million yuan in bank money that they had robbed. The first two times they escorted him to the three provinces where the crime occurred, they found nothing. Two of the three suspects who robbed the bank have been arrested, and the focus of the work is to step up the pursuit of the other main suspect. However, as the deputy captain of the criminal police team and the main investigator of this case, he does not think so. He feels that it is important to hunt down the main criminal suspect, but it is even more important to do everything possible to recover the robbery money. Only in this way can the two complement each other and the case can be truly solved.

Zhang San became the boss, followed by the pretty Xiaomi; Li Si won the big prize and had two wives in three years; and even Wang Wu, who had just escaped from poverty, was exposed to the scandal of a one-night stand. Compared with others, Yu Lianyuan felt that his life was unbearable. As a treasury custodian of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, all he faced all day long was not only the thick iron door, but also Lin Lan's belly-feeling face. Zhang Jing passed by the gate of the community. Yu Lianyuan felt his eyes light up, and greeted him with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, good morning!" Zhang Jing responded to him with a smile. Yu Lianyuan was busy shouting hello, but his eyes were not idle. He glanced at Zhang Jing twice in a few seconds. This beauty just moved into the house opposite him a few days ago. Facing such a gentle and elegant single woman, how can we not let people have wild imaginations.

The clerk at the Salamander Cafe was said to have been strangled to death. At that time, temporary investigator Lin Shu was standing at the door of the coffee shop, stunned by the view of the entire garden. The soft and soft artificial sunlight gently shines on the green trees and red flowers in the garden. Water lilies with lavender petals bloom in a pool in the pavilion. Ivy climbed up the window lattice, and dense dodder was piled around a snow-white building in the garden. It's not like a place like this where a horrific murder happened. But at this moment, the clerk was lying on his back. He was wearing a white bear apron. His head and body were almost separated. The blood vessels and nerves in his neck were hanging outside the body. A giant crested newt with bright yellow spots was lying on the neck of the corpse. The newt just stuck out its tongue and rolled a piece of minced meat into its mouth. The bright red and thick body fluid seemed to be still flowing. Lin Shu even felt that his fingers had become wet.

On the outskirts of Chang'an City, the sun is shining brightly and the willows are green. In the newly completed Furong Villa, the fifth literary symposium of this year is in progress. The owner of the villa is Li Sixun, a member of the royal family, who once served as the governor of Youzhou and other important positions. Because the wind behind the curtain of the Wu family was not in the right direction, he wisely retired to spend his time reciting poems and painting. Despite this, his reputation among the government and the public is still very important, which can be seen from the guests present today. Su Weiwei from Zhongshushe, Du Shenyan, the Prime Minister of Chang'an Prefecture, and Song Zhiwen, a bachelor of Chongwen Hall, all came to support him. The three of them are the most famous poets today.

"Extra number! Extra number! The 'Tears of Kunlun' curse has worked again! The treasure holder suddenly died at home, and the peerless treasure is missing! Extra number, extra number..." The little newsboys shouted and jumped up and down the streets and alleys, with the exclusive schadenfreude of "extra numbers" on their faces. Ming Fengzhen bought a newspaper. The big black title is eye-catching: Tears of Kunlun. Tears of the Curse and Tears of Kunlun are a pair of diamond earrings with a total weight of 8.8 Carats. Under normal circumstances, the value of diamonds is generally determined by their color and weight. But this standard does not apply to "Tears of Kunlun" because the rarest thing about this treasure is that the diamonds it uses are not colorless diamonds, but extremely rare blue diamonds. It is said that these two blue diamonds were discovered by a domestic geological expedition team in the west of the Kunlun Mountains in the 16th year of the Republic of China.

The sky in midsummer has become a paradise for the sun to run wild. It makes the sky blue and clear, but makes the ground steam curl up. The scorching light hangs like countless invisible strings between heaven and earth. As long as someone walks through it, it will play annoying chords. Zhuang Shuxiu, the director of the TV station's "Popular Detective" program (a program that uses cases to interact with the audience and finally reveal the truth), walked on the streets where the sun was annoying. When she needed the sun the least, the sun generously coated her whole body with a layer of gold. Not far behind her, there was a man in a wheelchair, following her slowly. He wore a white hat and wide sunglasses that covered almost half of his face. He maneuvered the wheelchair very skillfully, always keeping a distant distance from her.

Snow is flying all over the sky. The three cardamom girls stood side by side on the cliff, jumped down with open arms. Behind the girls, a white car drove away. This was the long-awaited snow, and the overwhelming snowflakes quickly eliminated the girls' footprints and the traces of the car. A week later, the snow gradually melted, and a rock climber discovered the girls' stiff bodies at the foot of the cliff. After forensic examination, their bodies did not suffer any other injuries, including drug poisoning, except those caused by falling from a high altitude. Obviously, this is another typical suicide case. This is not the first time that the three girls have died like this. Spring is cold and cold. In just one month since the beginning of spring, Qingyuan, a coastal city with a population of only 500,000, has already seen 13 suicide cases of this kind, resulting in 41 deaths.

Late autumn. The autumn rain is continuous. It was a normal night - early morning to be precise. Under the dim light of drizzle, the office building of Qingyuan City Public Security Bureau is very quiet. Tao Dake, the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation, looked tired and his eyes were slightly red and swollen. Tao Dake turned his back to Detective Ouyang Xiaxue and Police Officer Rogge, and said in a solemn voice: "Tell me about the situation. Be brief, talk about the bones." Ouyang Xiaxue glanced at Rogge, as if asking for his opinion, and then said: "After receiving an order from the headquarters that Lin Qingquan, director of the medical insurance center, was going to flee, we made arrangements at airports, stations and other traffic arteries. As a result, Lin Qingquan did not flee, but died in his office. . Lin Qingquan's passport, mobile phone and other items were found at the scene, and no other valuable clues were found. It is still not possible to determine whether he committed suicide or was murdered. We also learned that Lu Zihe, the director of the Eastern Office of Bank of China, has gone missing. However, we have a preliminary outline of the entire case. They worked together to remove the 360 million medical insurance fund opened in the Eastern Office!

Jiang Yuan sat on the train, looking out the window silently. The northwest plateau in March is still stuck in the bleak scene of winter. Under the weak sunshine, mottled snow is embedded in the endless wilderness. The gray mountains in the distance and the occasional passing tree shadows reveal a primitive and desolate tone. He didn't pay attention to the scenery outside, and was immersed in his thoughts with a solemn expression. He just walked out of prison yesterday after receiving a reduced sentence. Six years ago, his wife committed suicide out of shame and outrage after being raped by two gangsters. He buried his wife with grief and anger, and vowed not to give up until he took revenge. After more than half a year of hard searching, he finally found these two guys and punished them severely. He almost killed a guy because he hated hitting too hard, so he was sent to prison and sentenced to eight years in prison.

This morning, Gai Shaoxiong, the owner of Hengsheng Sports Goods Company, woke up and lazily leaned on the bedside to light a cigarette. After blowing out a few smoke rings, he suddenly saw unclean marks on the teak floor of the bedroom. Looking closely, he saw a few faint shoe prints. Gai Shaoxiong got out of bed, put on his velvet slippers and walked to the center of the room. He squatted down and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was shoe prints. Judging from the direction of the shoe prints, they were left while walking in from the bedroom door. Gai Shaoxiong was startled. Did someone sneak into his bedroom last night? He quickly checked the door and the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Everything was as usual. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no sign that they had been disturbed. He turned around and opened the combination safe in the bedroom. There were all kinds of jewelry and gold bank cards inside, not a few of them.