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"Ready - shoot!" "Bang -" Detective Roger stared blankly at the electronic screen 15 meters away, and slowly lowered his pistol. The smell of gunpowder smoke seemed particularly pungent. He turned his head, frowned, and the scars on his face also wrinkled. "Not bad! 0.75 Seconds." Ouyang Xiaxue said as he walked out of the small monitoring room. Rogge sighed and seemed to be talking to himself: "Last time I played for 0.5 Seconds..." "It's considered qualified within 1 second. Look at your strength, so what!" Ouyang Xiaxue seemed to be quite disdainful. She was tired of the neurosis that her partner had always shown recently.

In Fangshi, south of Huayin County, a new circus troupe was performing. The big tent was crowded with spectators, the crowd was dark, but there was no sound. Everyone held their breath and stared nervously at the stage. From behind the curtain, a low and ferocious roar sounded, and then, a khaki-colored tiger came out. It has a huge body, eyes like copper bells, and looks majestic. The crowd couldn't help but scream in surprise. There are square piers over four feet high on each side of the stage, with a long wooden board less than half a foot wide between them. Under the wooden board, there is a row of blazing braziers. The tiger jumped lightly onto the pier and walked onto the thin wooden plank. The wooden board was trembling, sinking and bending, as if it could not bear the weight and was about to break, and the tiger would fall into the brazier.

"Raindrops, no!" Lexie shouted to stop her puppy from getting through the gap in the backyard fence, but it was already too late. When she arrived at her neighbor's backyard, she happened to see Yudrop squatting in the neatly kept garden. Lexie ran over and grabbed Raindrop's collar, secretly glad she hadn't forgotten her dog poop bag. A slight noise on the right made her nervous. She crouched and turned her head to see a pair of thick black leather shoes - men's shoes. Lexie's eyes slowly moved upward, resting on a handsome face with sharp edges. This face is slightly tanned, with a pair of brown eyes, and black hair cut short.

"At around six o'clock yesterday evening, a woman in her forties who lives in Adachi Ward felt nauseated and vomited after drinking a refreshing drink bought at a nearby convenience store. She was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The woman who had lost consciousness when admitted to the hospital has now regained consciousness and her life is not in danger. Currently, the Metropolitan Police Department is carefully investigating whether this matter is related to the multiple incidents of pesticides mixed with bottled drinks in Adachi Ward last week..."... How boring! Kagawa Shohei reached out to turn off the radio and stepped on the accelerator. Suddenly, under his butt, the engine driving the five-ton truck roared powerfully. I have been hearing some depressing news these days, so I have to find some fun to relieve my mood. Changping smacked his lips heavily, turned around, and moved his huge buttocks that could hardly be accommodated by the driver's seat.

Teacher Tanimura walked towards the classroom window and put his hand into the sink under the window. In less than three seconds, she pinched Goemon, who was running around, with her thumb and index finger. Even though it lost its freedom, this little sand crab still waved its large claws and spread its teeth and claws. Teacher Tanimura held Goemon high in one hand, returned to the blackboard and asked the students sitting in the classroom: "Attention, now let me ask a question to everyone, if I put this crab on the table, which direction will it crawl in?" "Crawling sideways!" "Crawling sideways!" "Crawling sideways!" The children answered in unison. "Yes, Isocrabs have a habit of crawling sideways. Let's verify it." With that said, Teacher Tanimura placed Goemon on the podium.

My uncle has a friend named Shinji Yanase. The Yanase family, if we trace its origins, should belong to a branch of the Hongjia family. Of course, that's a long way off. By his father's generation, only a palm-sized piece of dry land was left. Like most other families in the town, they were just an ordinary family. The difference is that his family no longer depends on the weather, because Yanase stayed in the city and worked in a company after graduating from a university in Osaka. Nearly ten years passed like this, and three years ago, Yanase returned to his hometown with his wife.

"Deformed Man": A worker at a construction site inadvertently drove piles, and one of the most significant archaeological discoveries in Shanghai, Zhidan Garden, was born. Around the Zhidan Garden ruins, one mysterious incident after another happened one after another: a kind of tropical fish that lives in the sand often burrows in and out of the sand; a group of unkillable cockroaches can still crawl freely after the front and rear body parts are separated; a black cat that seems to have nine lives was crushed by a truck and survived even when it fell from a building... A secret about the people under the sea seems to have been revealed. "Merious Man": Relevant people discovered layers of bones left over a hundred years ago in a cave in Maoerguan Village, southern Xinhua Township, Shennongjia. According to research, these bones have existed for more than a hundred years. Judging from the existing skeletons, there are more than 300 skeletons in total, including men and women, old and young. There are many children's skeletons beside the pool in the cave. Why do hundreds of people live in the same cave? What caused them to die...

On a summer night, at a "horror talk", Xiao Qing, a singer who sang in a bar, told the story of a "mirror murder": a wife and her best friend conspired to kill her husband. Later, the husband's ghost appeared through the mirror again and again, and finally took revenge... Fan Yifan and Yang Wei who were present thought that Xiao Qing was insinuating them. After a quarrel, Xiao Qing left. Yang Wei really couldn't tell the story, so she suggested an alternative. She called the house where she lived alone in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, the call was answered in the room that was supposed to be empty... Yang Wei hurried home to check, and everyone followed, but when they rushed into the room, Yang Wei had been killed. The crime scene was exactly the same as the story told by Xiao Qing: a sharp knife penetrated the heart, blood flowed, and there were broken lenses left on the floor...

Normally, newspapers are published at two o'clock in the morning every day. But Mike, the senior news editor at the newspaper that day, was a little dizzy and went home early to rest, leaving the rest of the work to young Peterson. However, Mike didn't sleep long. The phone ring woke him up. He picked up the phone groggily. It was Peterson on the other end of the phone. Peterson said confusedly: "She's dead!" "Who died?" Mike was still a little confused and didn't understand what Peterson was talking about. However, the name Peterson said next made Mike jump out of bed. "Who? Hozer Lorraine? You say Hozer Lorraine is dead?" "Yes, she is dead," replied Peterson, "murder! Do you know Victoria Square?" "No."

When Fang Shuping went to the guest house and knocked on the door, Liu Renjie was quarreling with Li Xiaoxiao on QQ. Liu Renjie is an inspector of the Inspection Detachment of the Shuangliu City Public Security Bureau. He is engaged in secretarial work in the detachment and is known as the "penmaster". Recently, the Ministry of Public Security has launched a "clearance" operation to pursue fugitives in public security agencies across the country, and the supervisory department has intervened in all aspects. As a result, manpower has become even tighter. Three days ago, he came to Qingxi County with the inspector general. The leader stayed for a day and then left, leaving him alone. To put it bluntly, he was asked to supervise Qingxi County's "Network Clearance Operation" on behalf of the Municipal Bureau. This is the most important job he has undertaken since joining the police. Li Xiaoxiao is Liu Renjie's girlfriend and a registered internal police officer at the Yingshan Town Police Station in Qingxi County.

The black Santana was running on the northwest plateau national highway. The view outside the car window is like an empty shot in a movie showing the vastness of the Gobi Desert. The Tianshan Mountains to the north are majestic and vast. The desolate Gobi seems to be endless. The Gobi and the gray horizon are mixed together, and it is difficult to distinguish which is the sky and which is the earth. The black Santana followed for more than 3,000 kilometers from city B in the mainland. It took more than a week to follow the Mercedes-Benz Toyota Cross-country not far ahead. It was already very experienced. There were always several cars in between. If there were no cars, the black Santana would always fall about a kilometer behind and never move forward to overtake. The two young men on the Toyota off-road vehicle were quietly framed in their eyes by the two boys in the black Santana.

Six hours left - Mio Harada stared at her watch. Six hours and ten minutes to be exact. Mio quickened her pace. There was obviously more than enough time, but she always felt as if she was being urged by something. He is about to be twenty-five years old, and if rounded up, he will be thirty years old. As Mio crossed the intersection with green lights, she thought that the Shibuya business district was no longer suitable for her. It was only the end of May, and there were young people wearing short-sleeved clothes everywhere. The time that this downtown area soothed Mio only lasted six short years. Mio looked back at the downtown area. The bustling streets seem to be littered with fragments of teenage girls' youth. It was a treasure that fell out of my pocket unknowingly while running around in search of fun.

The "Hikaru 24" train on the Shinkansen line departs for Tokyo via Shin-Osaka at 14:50, which is 40 minutes later than the normal departure time. The reason is that rare heavy snow fell in the Sekigahara area. January 2nd. Probably because this time is right in the middle of the year-end holidays, there were surprisingly few passengers in the carriage that was packed with people at the beginning of the year-end holidays. Whenever this happens, the station lowers fares to attract passengers, but even then, it was only 60% full today. But when I see girls in beautiful clothes in the carriage, I can still feel that it is the New Year.

I needed a place to get away from the limelight for a while. "The Huacheng Apartment has five floors in total, with only stairs and no elevators, and no water or electricity. Although it is a redevelopment area, the developer ran away a year ago, and the construction team also went on strike. At that time, a resident who did not receive the demolition compensation even set himself on fire because of this incident. After that, the Huacheng Apartment became a Abandoned empty building. That's all I know." After that, K handed me a Polaroid photo, "I have prepared food and water for you for a month, and I have prepared candles for you. The money I agreed to pay you is also in this suitcase." "How can I contact you?"

The cool breeze blew and pushed Shen Ruiran's hair away from his forehead, revealing a pair of confused eyes embedded in his handsome face. Moving the mouse quickly with his slender fingers, a strange photo appeared in front of Shen Ruiran. The photo shows a cliff, not high, but steep. Countless wooden stakes were thrust into the cliff, and the top was covered with rectangular bodies. Shen Ruiran clicked the mouse, and the rectangular cube on the wooden pile was enlarged. It was the coffin used for burial. There were only a dozen coffins, one by one, climbing up in a staircase. Although hanging coffin burials are peculiar, they are not uncommon. What shocked Shen Ruiran was not this special burial ceremony, but because in the photo, an unknown floating object was vaguely visible hovering above the top of the coffin. The rocks around the hanging coffin were slightly damp, but the floating object seemed to be alive, twisting and stretching, like a transformed human face.

A woman in a blue swimsuit walked to the beach with her slippers on. The man put down his binoculars and searched for the woman's position with his eyes. Although it is September, the beach in Shonan is still crowded with tourists. What's more, blue swimsuits are popular this year. It took him a lot of effort to find the woman. At this time, she was riding on the waves on the beach. After throwing off her slippers, she walked into the sea holding the inflatable cushion. The man opened the lid of the coolant box on the side, took out the things sealed in plastic bags, and stood up slowly. Ritsuko Meri is not good at swimming, but she likes the sea.

Conspiracy! What conspiracy? The story begins in Washington. One night, a woman named Margaret came home from get off work and was watching the news while making dinner. Margaret has the same life as any ordinary person: going to work, getting off work, eating, and sleeping. At this time, a news about a car accident was being played on the TV, and a photo of the deceased was shown. The deceased was a middle-aged man named Ron. His brakes failed while driving home, causing a car accident. As soon as she saw the photo, Margaret stopped stirring the green salad. A twinge struck her heart. She thought for a while, picked up the phone, and dialed her friend Meisha's number.

I stumbled as I passed the door, and the living room floor rushed toward me like an old friend, eager to welcome me. Why? I had been living in this damn place for almost six months before this. The phone rang. I walked into the office slowly, pulled out the phone cord, put the receiver close to my head, and cursed in my heart. "Is it Onni?" I suddenly woke up and almost cursed. I fumbled with the receiver and pulled it to my ear. "Elina, is that you?" I asked breathlessly. At this moment, the woman's voice came from my mouth. I almost turned the receiver over and repeated the question.

He seemed to be sitting quietly in the corner, but the murderous intention in his body was gathering like a dark cloud. It was a bit cold in the laboratory. The ceramic tiles and the stainless steel shells of the instruments shone coolly under the fluorescent lamps, which seemed a little unnatural to the human world. He has spent the past ten years in such an environment. Sometimes he even felt that the more than ten years of studying in universities in China and the United States were like an exile. When he returned to China after graduation and entered the quantum physics laboratory of this top domestic university amidst the envy of his classmates and relatives, he began to have a strong feeling from time to time: the laboratory was actually a mutated prison cell, and the leaders and colleagues with low intelligence were all disguised jailers, responsible for guarding and torturing him.

It's freezing cold outside. Last month was the coldest on record and now the bone-chilling cold is showing signs of easing. Ice and snow dominated the scene outside and the only road leading to the house, which crossed a crumbling wooden bridge. During the day, when the bright sun hangs in the clear sky, melted snow drips from the eaves and freezes into large and small icicles under the eaves. Yesterday, there were seven large icicles hanging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Robert Blackmer's private study that opened to the courtyard. Now there are only five.

On the highway, a high-speed frost truck passed by. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot sounded from the car, and the rapid sound of the horn resounded through the sky. There was a jet-black revolver on the driver's temple, the barrel still slightly hot, and fragments of car surveillance cameras were scattered on the ground on one side. "Pull over." The carjacker leaned close to the driver's ear and said gently. He wore an ashy cashmere scarf and covered his mouth and nose, revealing only his slightly upward eyes, which were like moist glass. The driver's fingers were trembling. He turned the steering wheel sharply and pressed the brakes hard. The bus just hit the white emergency stop line on the far right side of the highway. Everyone in the car was silent. They looked at the robber standing at the front, even breathing carefully.

Gada, gada... Two hesitant footsteps sounded at the end of the stairs. Suddenly, the voice-activated light in the corridor on the second floor turned on, and a woman with long hair took a step back in panic. The woman looked at the doors on both sides to make sure no one came out, then she swallowed and walked cautiously to the third floor. The woman's long hair was permed into big waves, but it could be seen that it had not been taken care of for a long time and was very dry. She had no makeup, her face was sallow, and she was wearing a lotus-colored chiffon top with the hem tucked into a dark green skirt, and a pair of beige carrot-heeled leather shoes on her feet. The woman seemed to have dressed up carefully, but she still failed to keep up with the trend. She tiptoed to the third floor, looked around and saw that no one was around. She raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door on the right, but unexpectedly, with a creak, the door opened.

Severe cold enveloped Qingyuan City in early spring. At midnight, under the dim yellow street lights, there are fading green trees, and every leaf is cold. Roger was lying on the balcony, smoking his third cigarette. The TV in the living room was playing the same sporting goods advertisement three times in a row, for fifteen seconds each time, and the signal for the UEFA Champions League football match had not yet been transferred. Sijiqing suddenly shook, and with the roar of the huge engine, several cars sped away as fast as darts. Rogge frowned, and the scars on his face twitched a few times. It's those racing guys again! I have only seen it in American movies before. A group of young people who are keen on modified cars and drag racing would speed down the deserted streets in groups every midnight.

I went to school early and was only eighteen years old when I graduated from a local middle school teacher. According to my father's wish, I was asked to work in our county's Propaganda Department, and in the future I would work as an official like him. At that time, a job had already been found for me. But I was already obsessed with painting at that time, and I looked at everything else as nonsense, so I went my own way and became an art teacher in the County No. 2 Middle School, teaching art to the fourth grade of the second grade. Most of the children in the second grade of junior high school are fourteen or fifteen years old. I am eighteen, so I am a little older than them. I am very playful and quickly became acquainted with a group of monkey cubs. I was the teacher during class, but after class I became the boss of the children. We hunted birds, fished, butchered dogs, "stealed young people", and did everything together. The principal and colleagues looked down upon me. They were all busy forming cliques to engage in political movements. I was not interested in any of the factions and neither helped nor harmed others, so gradually no one paid attention to me. It doesn't matter if you ignore it, I just don't want to get mixed up in those big shit basins.

"Oh, this Yu Lan who invested in our city turns out to be so young, she looks like a movie star! I thought she was a rich woman, but she turns out to be a beautiful rich girl!" Hou Jun shouted with bright eyes as he waved the day's newspaper and pointed at the photo of the beauty that took up half of the page. The big case was over, the new task hadn't been handed down yet, and the team leader had invited guests to celebrate in the evening. Everyone had had a few drinks, and the excitement had not subsided. When Hou Jun shouted, people gathered around him. Even the old Du Lei, who had a droopy face all day and was always sitting silently to cultivate himself, couldn't help but bow up and stretch his head. "Monkey, rush forward. Haven't you wanted to hang out with rich women all day long? There's no chance of this?" Wang Xiaoge pointed at the beauty in the newspaper and teased Hou Jun first. "Then you have to rub your face with a grindstone. Li Guangda also rushed to participate.

I am a physics teacher by profession. I am a typical perfectionist and have a typical Scorpio character, which is reflected in all aspects of life. I need a quiet space when I'm in my room. If there's a disturbing neighbor next door, or they have a puppy that barks at night, that's not something I would allow. I would knock on the person's door early the next morning and offer my opinion with a smile. If the person ignores it, I repeat it gently. But until that person moves away, there won't be a third time. No one knows how I do it. I don't need the coordination of the police or the neighborhood committee. I have created a set of secrets to drive my neighbors away.

The word "miss" should be more neutral than "fault". It indicates that you missed a fortune or a danger, as if there is no third possibility at all. The moment Jiang Limin stepped out of the door of the newspaper office, he was tripped by a stranger. He was delayed for twenty minutes and missed the time to meet the supermodel Xin Lili. These twenty minutes were a matter of life and death, creating a third possibility of "missing out" - Xin Lili lost her life on the roof of the "City Corner" bar. No wonder Jiang Limin complained, the newspaper office was indeed as messy as a farmer's market. All kinds of people walked in casually, asking and reporting all kinds of questions.

Yu Lihong walked out of the taxi with her suitcase, took out her keys and was about to open the door, but saw that the door was ajar. She was surprised. Her husband was too careless and forgot to lock the door? Pushing the door open and entering the house, Yu Lihong suddenly saw a black cloud floating in front of her eyes. The black clouds rushed toward her in layers, like a strange and terrifying black cloak, and like paper money flying during a summons. Yu Lihong covered her chest and took two steps back. After gathering herself, she saw that it was a black butterfly. Countless black butterflies flapped their wings, the ones as big as a baby's hand and as small as peas. They stared with scarlet eyes, looking extremely scary. Yu Lihong reacted quickly, took two steps back and opened the door, then took off her coat and waved it around, blowing the butterflies out. But these black butterflies seemed to be particularly attached to her residence. They bumped against the wall, went up the stairs, and kept flying, but they avoided the window.

The silver-gray Lexus drove in the late autumn night, and the coconut trees illuminated by the streetlights on both sides of the coastal avenue stretched their branches and leaves and swayed in the wind. The driver was a slender lady, and her passenger Nie Ke was in his forties with a slender and well-proportioned figure. His face has a strong outline, his eyes are slightly sunken, and his deep gaze is very penetrating. "I'm glad to be able to personally experience the case you handled." Xu Fei said, "Are you planning to go back to Wuhan?" Nie Ke said, "I'm a little tired these days. Are there any new attractions nearby?"

The singing stopped abruptly as the car braked, followed by a sense of relief. If I had known better, I shouldn't have played this ear-splitting CD endlessly along the way. But then I thought about it, driving this dilapidated second-hand car out of Odawara and searching for three hours on the winding mountain road. Without music to accompany it, this feeling would be really unbearable. Well, the lack of tobacco belt is also an oversight. When I thought about buying cigarettes, the car had already driven into the mountain col. How could there be any store in this damn place? I spit out the tasteless gum into a tissue and threw it on the passenger seat. I thought that when I opened the car door, the hot and humid wind blowing in must be the hot and humid wind in midsummer, but I didn't expect that it would be very cool on my face. This is Katsuragi Ridge, a mountain road that goes over the Amagi Mountains of the Izu Peninsula. The mountain road is bumpy, but the air is good along the way, and you can hear the chirping of cicadas.

Even now, I still get chills when I think about that night. That was just after the Great Tokyo Earthquake! After 10 o'clock that night, the sky began to look strange. With the roar of the typhoon, huge raindrops fell in a loud patter. Because I saw in the newspaper in the morning that "Typhoon will hit the Imperial Capital at midnight today", I was restless in the office all day. Unfortunately, the weather station's prediction came true. I would say that I was restless because I had to work the night shift from 12 to 2 in the morning, and it was very uncomfortable to work the night shift in a storm. This night shift service was started about a month ago after the Great Tokyo Earthquake. At that time, because all transportation was paralyzed, various rumors spread, and the remaining high-end residential areas after the fire were raided by robbers, so the so-called self-defense police group was formed.

A road map is just a way of saying it. When you are not on the road, you think about going on the road. When you are on the road, you have a different feeling. You don't know where you will go as you walk. Some things cannot be done, but we still have to do them. While we are doing them, we cannot help but feel: What is happening to these guys now? Is it okay to continue like this? Minutes before the incident happened, at the top of Fenghuang Slope, Zhong Zhao asked Guo Shuilong to work hard to overcome the difficulties and endure it. This difficulty is difficult to overcome. Guo Shuilong felt cramps in his stomach, so he asked to be "treated". The so-called "processing" actually means excretion, which may also require vomiting. Zhong Zhao pointed forward for Guo Shuilong to see.

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun shone lazily on the wall through the mist in the air and the yellowing leaves of the plane tree, leaving some very abstract orange images. Yiran was sitting against the wall opposite those images, and was seriously doing handicrafts, a popular female craft in the market called "cross-stitch". The pattern she chose was two roses, with a pure rose red background and crystal dewdrops on the petals. While the clothes were being embroidered with dewdrops, she would occasionally stop sewing and look at the work in her hands. The rose had not yet formed, but there were some signs of dewdrops, but to her, they looked more like two drops of tears, so she gave herself a chance to sigh out of thin air.

Zhong Xinming will take a flight to Beijing today. He was afraid that he would oversleep and miss his flight, so yesterday he specifically asked his secretary to call him and wake him up this morning. The secretary said flatteringly, why bother? It would be better to book a flight in the afternoon and be more relaxed. The secretary is new here and doesn't know Zhong Xinming's rules. He likes to take early flights. Why he likes it? Zhong Xinming always explains that he wants to be energetic. People who fly and fly airplanes are all energetic. In fact, he has a hidden secret that no one knows about. His wife died in a plane crash three years ago. The airline explained that it was a mechanical accident, but rumors said that the pilot was overtired and caused operational errors.

That morning, I was guarding a drug deal with my partner Mike in front of a small bar near Qinxian Street. At that time, the target had not yet appeared. Mike said that he had been stuck in the car for most of the night and needed to go out for some air. I turned on the FM radio in the car and heard the news of a big explosion at the Tokyo subway exit. More than a dozen bodies had been found at the scene... I suddenly remembered that the finished product was working at the Asakusa Kabuki Model Agency not far from the subway exit. I had to pass the subway every day when commuting to and from get off work. All kinds of thoughts suddenly flooded me. I hurriedly took out my mobile phone to call her phone, but was told that it was turned off.

"It seems that you have really made your debut!" Yamagishi patted Shuya on the shoulder happily and said, Shuya was confused after hearing this. Following the direction of Yamagishi's finger, he saw the "Last Month's Sales Performance Table" posted on the wall. Still following his old habit, Xiuzai looked for his own name at the bottom, but at the end was someone else's name. He searched upwards one by one, and finally saw himself at the position where he raised his upper jaw - fifth from the bottom, in the middle of the table. "Sales Headquarters Kuzuya Shuya". He had never felt that this name was so handsome. But after a while, he felt something was wrong - was everyone else's performance last month particularly poor? "Why are you looking so sad and unhappy?" Yamagishi laughed out loud this time and patted Shuya hard on the back of his head. Xiu Zai shook his body and finally grinned: "Hey, I'm afraid it's a blind cat catching a dead mouse."

The Yamanote Line tram had made five and a half turns, and Umeoka Shinoko finally made up her mind and stood up. She was taking the Inner Circle Line. The tram slowly entered the Shinjuku platform. As soon as the door opened, a few passengers got off the train. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and most of the male passengers looked drunk. When these people were sitting in the car, they were swaying, but as soon as they stood up, they immediately became energetic and walked calmly and steadily when they got off the car. Every time I see such a scene, I find it incomprehensible. Why do these men pretend to be so drunk? Naoko went to Shinjuku to pay off the loan shark interest, and she borrowed a large amount of money. This was something that made her painful but had to do it, because today was payday, and even if it was delayed by one day, the interest would snowball, making her unable to bear it.

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

Junya Fukuyama stood in front of a three-story apartment illuminated by bright street lights. The name of the apartment is written on the iron plate of the metal fence. He turned the fence and went inside, where he saw the mailbox. The name "Zhi Cao" is written on the mailbox in room "302". This must be Rina Shibago's apartment. Junya went up the stairs, but he stepped back. He held onto the wall and stuffed a piece of gum into his mouth. He was hesitating whether to go in or not. It was three days ago that I met Rina. It was in a bar in Shinjuku.

The leader of an evil force who was attacked for stealing the country's crude oil was shot. It was supposed to be a huge relief. Unexpectedly, there were constant criticisms in the society, saying that the police were protecting one out of ten and that the one they were protecting was the real oil field thief. Two brothers who were born into a family of three generations of oil workers embarked on completely different paths. One is an oil field policeman who sacrifices his life to combat oil-related crimes, and the other is the driving force behind a series of oil-theft crimes and the "master-in-chief" of "oil guzzlers" of all sizes; the new public security chief Long Zizhou identifies Liu Xiu as the boss behind the oil-theft gang and takes action against Liu Xiu's chemical factory. Liu Xiu unexpectedly wanted to hand himself over to the police along with all the members of the oil theft gang.

It happened suddenly. When the black behemoth appeared in Land Rover's field of vision, the people in the car were slightly startled. At this moment, the opponent occupied the inside lane and roared towards him. The high beams and a row of headlights on the roof of the car suddenly turned on, forming a dazzling halo. The moment the fronts of the two vehicles were about to come into contact, the Land Rover subconsciously turned its wheels to the right. After a series of harsh friction sounds, the out-of-control car rushed towards the deep valley. There were heavy rains in Beijing a few days ago, and landslides occurred on this section of the road, and most of the guardrails on the roadside were destroyed. Intermittent muffled sounds came from the valley.

"I'm just going to take a nap... Just a nap... Don't be discovered... I'm so tired... So tired..." Tang Binglin muttered silently, closed her eyes, leaned on the sofa in Room K, and quickly fell asleep. The dim light cast down her brown eye shadow turned into pearl color, and her peach lip gloss turned into light pink. Although this K room had been deactivated three months ago because it did not have closed-circuit equipment, Tang Binglin was still very worried. She fell asleep amid her worries and mumblings. Tang Binglin didn't know at this time that disaster would strike when she woke up from her short nap.

Wen Jiangliu, the head catcher of Dajie Town, walked into a paper-making shop after patrolling the streets for a week. Yan Xichun, the shopkeeper of the paper shop, is a young man in his early twenties. He is taking a nap on the counter with his chin in one hand. Wen Jiangliu walked up and knocked on his table with the hilt of his sword. The shopkeeper tilted his hand and hit his head on the table, waking up. Wen Jiang Liuxiao asked him how he dozed off while doing business in broad daylight. Yan Xichun wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled sheepishly: "Cousin." He yawned widely, "The recent business... Ha... Is very good. I stayed up late to tie a lot of goods, so I was sleepy during the day..." Wen Jiangliu frowned, how good could a paper goods business be? Yan Xichun took out a paper cornucopia from under the cabinet: "Many people have died of illness in the city recently. Some people from well-off families ordered hundreds of paper figures and horses from me, and even the money was almost sold out."

The person I see in the mirror is a beautiful and charming person. The fruit green dress wrapped the curves of my body perfectly, forming a suffocating arc. I smiled at myself in the mirror, admiringly, proudly, even defiantly. I smiled even more when I thought of the bride who would be eclipsed by my beautiful appearance at the wedding held a few hours later. "I just want to steal the bride's limelight!" The cool beauty in the mirror said fiercely. After the taxi took me around one alley after another, the bustling scene of the metropolis appeared before my eyes. High-rise buildings, busy traffic, and noisy people. I frowned, simply closed my eyes, and leaned on the back of the taxi's seat.

Dongmei got into an argument with the housewife because she didn't wash her underwear, so she walked away and fired the housewife. Dongmei is the nanny. The housewife of this family is called Zhao Na, and she is the head nurse of a certain hospital. Dongmei was introduced to Zhao Na as a nanny by her second aunt Hua Hua. Hua Hua and Zhao Na are old classmates, and it was Hua Hua's idea that Dongmei come to the city to work. On the day Dongmei and Zhao Na met, Hua Hua made an agreement with Zhao Na. According to the custom in Dongmei's hometown, Dongmei cannot wash the housewife's underwear. If she washes her underwear, she will not have children for the rest of her life, which is unlucky.

Heavy rain hurt the ground, and Qingyuan City turned into a water world under the bombardment of thunder. Roger sat in the jeep, staring at the rain in front of him. Thousands of raining arrows seemed to pierce the windshield and rush in. But at this moment his heart was peaceful, like a lotus leaf floating on the surface of a lake on a clear summer day. The reaction to falling out of love is different for every man. After leaving the apartment at No. 7 Huaishu Street in the afternoon, Rogge sat in the car like this. Now, it's getting dark early and the rain is getting even crazier. My heart is quiet.

The black car meandered forward in the morning fog with extremely low visibility, passed through the development zone avenue, turned a steep bend eastward, and drove towards the mist-shrouded garden villa. The car parked steadily under the grape arbor in front of the building. The driver Xiao Wang skillfully opened the car door, and the chairman of Guangyu Group stepped out of the car tiredly. Forty-three-year-old Huang Weiye stepped into Qinyuan. This luxurious villa was built when he moved from City C three years ago. Previously, the Huang family had been operating a pharmaceutical factory with good profits. After the death of the boss Huang Zetian, his son Huang Weiye sold the pharmaceutical factory at a low price and moved the family to Linhai City. They say it's a whole family, but in fact it's just him and his wife. They have been married for many years and have never had children.

There were no lights on in the laboratory, only a desk lamp on the workbench was on, and the dim light shone on Professor Xiao's face. Professor Xiao was sitting in front of the computer at his workbench. His sparse white hair was undisturbed, his expression was peaceful, his eyes were bright and focused, and he looked like he was working seriously. If you don't look carefully, you really don't know that Professor Xiao is dead. Just now, Inspector Ouyang Xiaxue received a call from Deputy Director Tao Dake, saying that a professor named Xiao from Northern Medical University died in Huilou. Detachment leader Zhou Liqiang and police officer Rogge were working on another case. They would arrive in two hours, so she was asked to rush to the Medical University first to protect the crime scene. Inspector Ouyang Xiaxue has been to Northern Medical University before, but this is the first time he has had close contact with Huilou. The gray building has a pointed roof, round arches, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Kagoshima City's Shiroyama Town, as its name suggests, is located on the hillside on the east side of Shiroyama. It is an ancient historical city. During the Battle of Southwest, the Saigo Army used this place as its last stronghold to resist the imperial army. If you climb to the observation deck on the top of the city, you can have a panoramic view of the city streets and Sakurajima. Therefore, this place is always busy with many tourists and citizens all year round. Not far from the road, you can see several old houses close together and surrounded by dark green woods. It is located in a remote place and has a quiet environment, so it has been able to escape the baptism of war. Itō Toyoyoshi built a house at the foot of Shiroyama before the war. His wife passed away ten years ago. After his only daughter got married, he made a living by working as a busboy in a hotel, living alone until now.