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During the dense and long rainy season, it was like a silk shirt hanging in the patio. It had just dried a little bit, but after a heavy rain, it started to hang down on the hanger again. Because of the rain, the colors of the forest become vivid. Old Huangtou's aged bamboo hat and brand-new coir raincoat look like a blackened pipe end and a shiny golden pipe handle. A gilded pipe was held in Luo's hand. The pipe shone with scarlet tobacco. Luo Lie took a puff, let out a long sigh, and blew out a thick ring of smoke. "Inspector Luo came to our place and asked me to help appreciate the pipes, right?" When Eucommia said this, he did not move his eyes from the magnifying glass. What is placed under the magnifying glass is a roll of pocket film. It is a problem that Eucommia's British friend asked him to help solve.

The sapphire blue glass exterior wall reflects the dazzling skylight. Zheng Xuanhe hangs a hundred meters in the air, with a rough safety rope between his legs causing pain. The work of cleaning the exterior wall makes it impossible to relax at all times. He picked up the water wiper and scraped the dusty exterior wall of the building bit by bit. The glass gradually became cleaner, revealing the twisted profile of the woman's half face inside. Zheng Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, thinking he was dazzled by what he saw, and subconsciously scraped off the last stain and moved closer. There was indeed a woman in the glass, and her slender fingers were squeezing the neck of a strong man. The strong man's face flushed red, and his two big hands tightly grasped the woman's wrist, but could not break it open.

In the first year of Jiayou's reign, Renzong of the Song Dynasty, on the third day of March, at the quarter of Xu. As night falls, in small Jiangnan towns like Lingzhou, the streets have long been deserted. The busy streets during the day have become dark under the cover of night. There is no moon in the silent sky, but the outlines of the houses on both sides can still be vaguely seen. A lonely crow is perched on the eaves, coldly staring at the empty street below. In the distance, a dim light appeared on the corner of the street, swaying towards it. The light was a lantern carried by a young woman named Ye Jin. She was the only daughter of the Ye family in the east of the city and came back from her aunt's house in the west of the city. Her aunt is an old woman, and old women's bones are easily broken. This morning, her aunt was hit by a carriage and broke her leg. The carriage flew out of the city and disappeared without a trace.

May 3, 2023 I had a girlfriend when I was in college. I called her Xiaomei. Three days ago, I saw her body in a street park. It wasn't me who found her body, it was a group of schoolchildren who were horrified. I informed Xiaomei's husband and he was also frightened. The entire community was in panic. Xiaomei was already the sixth police officer to die in the past three months. I used to be a police officer, but I resigned eight years ago. Xiaomei was my supervisor when I was a police officer. I also went to her wedding ceremony. A group of our old classmates were very drunk that day and behaved in ugly ways. I was deeply impressed, but within a few days, I had to attend her funeral again.

When I learned about Xie Xiaolin's passing from my mother, Xie Xiaolin had been gone for more than a year. Xie Xiaolin is my sister. My mother explained that I was under a lot of academic and work pressure a year ago, and she felt that it was not a good time to tell me about this. Besides, whether I knew or not would not affect the result that Xiaolin was dead. I was stunned for a second without talking to my mother. I held the phone in my hand and felt a fire burning in my heart. My mother then told me that the specific day of Xiaolin's death was June 13th a year ago.

When Gao Lei woke up, the director of the institute, Rubins, was lying on his back three meters away, with a large pool of dark red liquid flowing out from under his body. For the first half minute, Gao Lei didn't understand what was going on. His head ached and his consciousness was numb and sluggish. The entire bottle of whiskey he drank probably a few hours ago was still taking effect. He raised his arms and grabbed the corners of the experimental table, pushed himself up, wandered over to Rubins, and watched blankly. The leather shoes stepped on the dark red liquid, leaving distinct footprints.

"I want to make a legacy, but it is useless to be mediocre. After mediocrity is defeated, the superiors will think about me and ask questions, so I will report it secretly." - Liu Jiming, Hongwu eight years, in April, Yushi Zhongcheng Liu Ji and Liu Bowen died of illness in Qingtian. Later, because people were deeply suspicious of the cause of his death, the emperor ordered the right prime minister Hu Weiyong to investigate the matter thoroughly. In December of the same year, three imperial doctors who participated in Liu Ji's diagnosis were suspected of poisoning Liu Bowen, the censor Zhongcheng, and were convicted and executed. However, due to leaks in advance, one of them left Beijing at night and his fate was unknown.

Xia Xue pushed open the door of the conference room, and the room was quiet. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at her for half a minute, which made her very embarrassed. The conference room was filled with the world's top astronomers, physicists and nuclear industry scientists. As a candidate astronaut, she was excited to enter the conference room, but she was also confused, why should I come here? "Hi." A familiar male voice sounded behind her. Xia Xue turned around. NASA Liaison Officer Dave said with a serious face, "Thank you for coming." Xia Xue nodded, and the entire conference room began to boil again, with English, German and Italian intertwined.

Wake up, wake up, let life flourish and tear the cloak of decay. Don't tell people you're sad because it's useless. This sentence was told to me by Xiaojian. I've remembered it ever since. I always remember this scene, the bright hall, the high threshold, the adults shouted to Xiaojian to run, Xiaoqi clenched her fists! So Xiaojian ran away, and I chased after him with my fists pumping. He was either four or five years old. I don't remember why I beat him. Xiaojian was white, fat, and looked silly. Anyone who saw him wanted to bully him.

Ancient Road Xixi Boy Xiaoding Shuicheng, a century-old ancient city in Qingzhou, is a seaport checkpoint connecting the trading houses of the Great World and the East China Sea Islands. It is also known as the three major cities in Qingzhou together with Guiju and Lujin. On this day, several people were walking slowly on the ancient loess road three miles away from Dingshui City. The one at the front was a man in a green robe with long hair covering his face, carrying a long, curved cloth bag. With every step he took, the long cloth bag bumped once. The man in green robe suddenly stopped, looked at Dingshui City, which looked like a giant in the mist, with cold eyes, and let out a long breath. "It's finally here."

Jason Basinger committed suicide with a large-caliber shotgun. The shotgun was used by officers on the island to hunt wild boars and badgers. I read his autopsy report and found that the upper half of his head was missing, leaving only the tongue and a row of teeth in the lower jaw intact. I don't know Jason Basinger. According to the information, he is a sergeant. He is nearly twenty-four years old. He has served for a long time, but he has not been awarded any medals. To put it bluntly, he is just a little-known person. The Criminal Investigation Department wanted to know why he committed suicide and sent me to investigate.

In this world, there are some people who can only live under the stars. When Gu Zhe walked into the airport, there was a loud thunder in the sky. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the plastic roof made people irritated for no reason. He pulled the tie around his neck, and the cold air from the air conditioner hit his face the moment he opened the door. The men accompanying him let out a long sigh of relief. Gu Zhe glared at him, signaling him to stay vigilant at all times. Before going out, Gu Zhe's boss told him: During this escort, you must always pay attention to, firstly, not to beat the person you are escorting to death, and secondly, not to be beaten to death by the person you are escorting.

Two months ago, when the pink and white cherry blossom petals were sweeping across the Meguro River, I became Shoko Watanabe's fourth husband. After living to the age of thirty-nine, he finally said goodbye to his dilapidated single apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo and moved into Shoko's high-end villa near Ginza. Shoko is eleven years older than me, and her son is in his second year at Tama Art University. Her first husband was sent to work in Ghana and died of an illness a few months later. Her next two partners were all interested in her money.

Melbourne's rainy season has just passed, and the daily air in the lower city has become a little turbulent. There were rows of taxis parked on the roadside. The Indian drivers leaned on the doors and chatted quietly in English that no one else could understand, and looked at the beautiful girls passing by. Sarah hated this deeply, but there was nothing she could do about it - her woolen coat was too short and could not cover her graceful calves. She had to wear a short uniform skirt every day, walk through the dirty streets to catch the bus, and then spend the whole summer in the noisy bar street.

Yuntian City has a name as beautiful as a picture, but its true appearance is a barren land located at the foot of millions of mountains on the northwest border, isolated from the world. Wang Ying walked quickly alone on the muddy path after the rain. This path was also the only road leading to the outside of Yuntian City. It was overgrown with grass and pitted like a pockmarked face. Wang Ying is a hunter in Yuntian City. Today, Wang Ying originally made an appointment with several hunters from the same city to go into the mountains to kill an injured bear. However, due to the sudden heavy rain, the other hunters gave up. Only Wang Ying insisted on going into the mountains to kill the bear. Wang Ying looked at the gloomy dusk. After the rain, a thin layer of mist had arisen.

After burning a few pieces of paper money, Butcher Zhang was so cold that his nose ran a few strings, and his tears also flowed down. At this moment, Butcher Zhang heard a cry from beside him. It was getting dark, and on this desolate slope, where his mother-in-law's grave was originally the only one, a whimpering sound came from nowhere, which made people feel a little frightened. He looked up in panic and searched around, only to see a figure not far away, but no feet could be seen. I heard that ghosts are all clean and have no legs... Butcher Zhang looked at the clean figure and crawled back. After running half a mile in one breath, he saw the smoke of Zhangjiacun cooking dinner in the distance. Only then did Butcher Zhang calm down. In his hazy vision, someone was coming towards him.

I saw that the snow-white skin of the baby that my wife had just given birth to suddenly peeled off in layers, and it also exuded bursts of rancid odor. The servants immediately panicked and fled from the delivery room, ignoring that Boss Shen was beside them. The lights of Chuezi Shen's mansion were brightly lit. Boss Shen was walking anxiously by the entrance hall on the first floor. Listening to the screams of his wife in the bedroom on the second floor, thin beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. Wen Po had been up there for three hours, but the long-lost baby cry didn't seem to come. "Get some hot water quickly!" "Don't mess around! The master is still waiting down there.

Everyone returned to the main hall and had a hasty lunch. The servants served tea and everyone sat down. Xiao Jianqing informed everyone about the time of Gang Leader Qian's death, which was within an hour before they found the body: "I'm sorry to ask, where have you been after noon?" Ye Linyuan took the lead and said: "I After separating from Brother Xiao in the stone house, he went back to his room to sleep until someone called me to have dinner. It was probably noon." Liu Jinglei sneered: "Like Mr. Ye, I also slept in my room until someone woke me up."

It was August in Kunming when "shadow writer" Ge Yancheng received the evidence that would disappear naturally. Ge Yancheng is a master screenwriter and has produced several TV dramas that have received good responses. However, even though thousands of viewers face his works every day, laughing and scolding them, they are unaware of his existence. Therefore, Ge Yancheng called himself a "shadow writer". This job brought Ge Yancheng a decent income, but there was always something pressing in his heart, vague and apprehensive. In addition, Ge Yancheng also likes to read detective novels, and has written a few short stories when his hands were itchy. Although he is not famous in the mystery world, writing mystery novels has gradually become a kind of psychological comfort.

"Mr. Peng's home is so far away. It took so long to sit in the car..." A Liang was jolting in a passenger car. The bus was driving on a road leading to the countryside. The uneven road conditions made Alian almost vomit. "Hold on a little longer, don't spit it out..." After hearing this, Wen Ting, who was sitting on A Liang's right, frowned and patted A Liang's back quickly, "Even if you spit it out, you have to spit it out to Wang Xin, but don't spit it out on me." "Okay, okay, just spit it out on me. Who asked me to drag you here?" Wang Xin waved her hand helplessly, took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to A Liang, "I didn't expect you to be so motion sick."

Ruan Bonan, 20 years old, is the only son of Ruan, a rich man in L City. He spends his time eating, drinking, having fun, and not doing any serious work. He is an out-and-out prodigal. Qi Yanshi, 51 years old, has been working as a chef at the home of Ruan, a wealthy man in L City, since a year ago. He has an eccentric personality and is taciturn. No one in the mansion likes to have contact with him. On this day, Ruan Bonan was chatting with several classmates in the room. "Brother Nan," one of the classmates said, "that group is really too arrogant. They said that Ruan Bonan's era of being the best is over, and that the current car gods are their 'Flash Scorpion Team'.

When Fang arrived at the school library late that evening, it was almost dark. He was accompanied by several classmates who also came to the library to write papers. At this time, the small building was already waiting at the entrance of the library - it was a Gothic building with a high spire and wide windows. The whole thing looked majestic and solemn but with simple lines. Xiaolou was standing under the blue arch in a beige dress, like a princess in Grimm's fairy tale. She looked at Fang Chichi, who had arrived late, and frowned: "Why are you here now? It's almost half past seven. Didn't you say seven o'clock?" Chi Chi smiled sheepishly. In addition to Liu Bin and Li Songjian from the dormitory next door, Ding Lei from the Chinese Department also came with him. At this time, Ding Lei discovered that there was a girl behind the small building and said hello: "Ye Ziyan, are you here too?"

The freighter Oceania sailed from the port of Marseille, France, intending to return to Japan, stopping at major ports in Asia along the way. On this day, the Oceania sailed to the Indian Ocean. Four special people on the ship who were accustomed to chatting after dinner, the captain, the purser, the ship's doctor, and a classical literature scholar who had studied in France for three years and returned to China on this ship, sat together again, drinking coffee. That night, the four people's topic focused on a murder mystery that had caused a sensation in Paris not long ago. "The police in Paris are so incompetent!" The purser said first, "Scotland Yard and the Japanese Metropolitan Police will definitely not make this kind of mistake." "No! That's because the murderer had one advantage." The captain said, "No clues were left at all. He is really a criminal genius."

London's fog is pervasive. Come as you say. It slid down the cold stones covered with dark green moss, stretched forward along the gray-yellow Thames, floated up to the brown eaves of the Tower of London, and frightened away a flock of black ravens. This is a group of ravens that live near the Tower of London. Although the structure of the tower makes them covet and habitable, they still dare not set foot in it. Because any raven that enters the Tower of London will have its wings clipped and will never be able to fly. It is history that determines the fate of the raven's wings. Over the centuries, many people have been hanged and murdered in this tower. This is the most haunted place in the entire city of London. People fearfully believed that as soon as the raven left, the Tower of London would collapse, all the ghosts would come out, and England would never have peace.

In order to find out the truth, Edward decided to visit Mary, the mother of his ex-wife Doris. Unexpectedly, Doris is not Mary's biological daughter! Mary also told Edward that Doris's life experience was related to the smooth implementation of the "Wild Wolf Project". In order to find out the specific content of this mysterious "Wild Wolf Plan", Edward followed the mafia leader Roy Bass. Unexpectedly, while following, he accidentally discovered a woman who looked exactly like Doris... On August 9, 2012, Edward drove his car slowly through a darkly lit neighborhood. On the roadside, young women wearing revealing short skirts were wandering in groups. If they see a car that is deliberately slowing down, they will bend over to talk. The woman's eyes lacked the usual scattered and charming look, but became more cautious and vigilant.

About ten minutes after Zhou Man's body was discovered, four police officers walked into the beauty salon. The owner of the beauty salon is Sha Sha, a young and beautiful female movie star. She made her debut in a tea drink commercial three years ago. Because of her pretty appearance, she quickly became famous and is considered a celebrity in the city. Because of her busy work schedule, Shasha rarely appears in the beauty salon. Even though she is the boss, she is only the boss in name. Her sister Tian Xiaoli is responsible for all matters of the beauty salon. Today, by chance, Sasha stopped by the beauty salon after recording a program from a nearby TV building.

It was a ruined temple. There are no beggars or dying scavengers in the ruined temple. Only eleven fair-skinned young people appeared outside the temple gate out of thin air. With their feet facing the temple door, they slept soundly, but when they woke up, they would be frightened and might scream like women. Because these eleven people were naked from top to bottom, as white as newborn babies, and around their waists, they all had a shining golden belt, like a hemp rope tying up a piglet. Under the sun, the gold belt is particularly dazzling. It is made of a whole piece of gold. If you look closer, you will find a line of small block letters engraved on the belt. Eleven heroes from Shu, on the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, owe Fengyuefang three thousand two hundred taels of gold.

It always rains in spring in Fireworks City. Zheng Yuxiu was sitting on the bus, holding a book of 300 Tang poems and reading word by word with his fingers: "Green Ruo Li, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle." He turned around and asked the person sitting next to him, "Comrade Li, how do you pronounce the word 'Ruo'? Look? There are so many complicated strokes!" "Ruo, four sounds." "He is indeed Officer Li Yuanshan, one of the five elite investigators of the Metropolitan Police Department. He is so knowledgeable and talented!" Zheng Yuxiu sighed, "How do you pronounce the word "" in this green coir raincoat?

This is how the story begins on all news programs. A young man wearing a blue hoodie walked to the door of the convenience store from across the street. He stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his clothes and pushed open the door of the convenience store with his shoulders. There were not many people in the convenience store. Two female high school students stood in front of the candy aisle and whispered to each other. A middle-aged woman was in a dilemma holding two boxes of milk with different fat contents. A young man in a black suit was picking up a can of chewing gum. A grandmother was leading her granddaughter to pick out tea eggs.

Revisiting the old place The ancient courtyard was silent. The man in green shirt walked into the courtyard in the lingering wind. The cold wind blew his face solemnly. The man in green shirt looked up at a century-old tree in the courtyard. The tree had no leaves, leaving only a branch that had tasted the warmth and warmth of the human world for a hundred years. Next to the old tree is a closed wing. The man in green shirt pushed open the side room, and the familiar scenery brought back memories of the past. There was an object on the table in the room, which was a micro-carved walnut painted reddish brown. There is also a side room in the walnut miniature sculpture. There is a man standing in front of the table in the side room. He is wearing an old policeman's uniform and is picking up a walnut and looking at it. The walnut is only half the size of a fist, but the scenes inside are comprehensive and lifelike, except that the outline of the face is not very clear.

February 4th, the beginning of spring. Fang Tai's house has been undergoing renovation recently, and the decoration team has been stationed for more than a month. The mahjong room and the back garden were all in a mess, and workers from the engineering team lived in wooden houses in the woods. The size of the living room was greatly reduced, and the furniture was mostly covered with white cloth, and even more exaggeratedly, dust barriers were erected. Looking at the entire mountainside villa, there is only a square space in front of the TV that can accommodate a mahjong table. Mrs. Lin asked Mrs. Fang why she didn't stay in a hotel. You can play mahjong in hotel suites. Not only would you live here with strangers, but you would also have to eat a lot of dust. Mrs. Fang curled her lips and was reluctant. She recognized the bed and the pillows. When she and Mr. Fang were on their honeymoon, they took the bed apart for this reason, put the mattress, pillow, sheets and quilt cover on a private plane and flew it to Türkiye.

In the late summer of 1887, I became increasingly worried about the physical condition of my friend Sherlock Holmes. He is always in a state of deep thought, endlessly consuming the energy in his body. His body is like a taut string, almost never relaxing, and it is difficult to recover. Although he was born with strong bones and muscles, he was still deteriorating. At the beginning of the year, he was overwhelmed and fell ill. The best way to recover is to leave Becker Street and stay away from those who call for help. One day, I was reading the popular Boswell work-"The Biography of Johnson", a description of Dr. Johnson's travels to the Hebrides in the Scottish Highlands. The scene of looking up at the vast sky and the primitive and desolate feeling fascinated me. So I tried my best to encourage Holmes to imitate the literati and poets of the 18th century and get drunk among the mountains and rivers. Holmes replied calmly that if he wanted to travel, he had to go to dry land.

In a snow-covered valley, there is an old building surrounded by barbed wire. The room was dark and dilapidated, covered with dust, and there were many chemical instruments on the workbench, like a laboratory. Five men and women walked around, curious and exploring. "It has been more than sixty years and no one has discovered the ruins?" A girl said in wonder. "This place is called the 'Valley of Lost Souls'. Legend has it that there are terrible monsters that eat people. The locals dare not approach it. Let's leave quickly. Don't stay here. I always feel numb on my back."

Fifteen years ago in midsummer, a wealthy businessman in Luoyang City was killed in his home. His family went to the government to complain, and the person who filed the case for investigation was Yuan Xin, the governor of Luoyang at the time. Various bottlenecks were encountered during the investigation of this case. First, although the police determined that the deceased was beaten to death, the murder weapon was never found. Second, all suspects at the time had alibis and could not be verified. Yuan Xin has been an official for ten years and has always served the people with integrity. He put a lot of effort into this case and the investigation lasted several months. It was not until late winter that the Shangguan sent by Chang'an found out that Yuan Xin was a thief and wanted to catch a thief. The evidence was complete. He immediately resigned from the official position and was escorted back to Beijing. He was executed in the early autumn of the next year, and his family was later sent to the frontier. Case closed.

Watson once hid some cases that occurred in 1897, such as "Grange Manor", "The Red Circle", and "The Devil's Feet". Some cases were not published until later, such as "The Dancing Man", "The Missing Defender", etc. In fact, there are many cases that occurred in this year that have not yet been made public, and the "Loyal Servant Case" is one of the cases that has been accurately recorded. Not long ago, this manuscript was fortunate enough to be found in the home of chef Auguste Didier, a detective reappeared by Amy Mayas. Now, based on this manuscript, I have re-edited it and dedicated it to readers. After Sherlock Holmes retired to Sussex, we continued to meet frequently.

I am 100% sure that the guy sitting in front of me has carefully disguised himself, and his true appearance should be far different from what is in front of him. About 47% of my clients do this. I am a psychological counselor and have been in this profession for three years. I am in the awkward transition period between "anonymous" and "well-known". Business is really sluggish now, and people care more about the price of gold and vegetables than about their own spirit and psychology, so I had to spend some money and put an advertisement in a small corner of the newspaper. "Do you believe it? Your current mental state has already determined whether you will be successful in the future..." This is a rather tacky temptation word, but there is no way. In a utilitarian society, the word "success" is the most eye-catching.

Aiya wakes up very early every day, quietly cleaning or washing dirty clothes while her husband and son are still sleeping. She was free to decide which of these two things to do first. After all, she was a step-by-step and meticulous person, so she discovered a quiet authority in this short morning. In short, she enjoyed this time very much. My younger brother Sanqi came unexpectedly last week. He has been working outside - specifically in which city and what kind of job? Even my family members don't know much about it. Aiya was naturally very happy and left her brother to stay for a few days. Aiya noticed that something was wrong with Sanqi's mood, but couldn't figure out the reason. His skin color and clothes didn't look like he was suffering outside. Her younger brother had been willful and changeable since he was a child, and since they hadn't seen each other for three years, there was a bit of rawness in the intimacy. Thinking of the love between sister and brother, Aiya couldn't say anything else.

Shi Jun glanced at his watch impatiently and said to the hot phone beside his mouth: "You have been chattering for more than an hour. Go to bed early. Me? I'm going out to eat. I have to write a report to the client tonight. Fill my stomach and prepare to stay up late. Don't complain, because you are My sister only has the privilege to nag me for an hour. Okay, let's talk next time." The interactions with my sister always end in such a hurry. It's not that Shijun doesn't care about his only sister, but that for him, a woman with a blood relationship will never reason with you.

There are many urban legends circulating in Tokyo. For example, the cat-man appears in Roppongi at three o'clock in the morning and attacks pedestrians. The kimono girl who appears in Akihabara at midnight on February 13th every year, holding a red lantern and killing people with her eyes, the snowy night murderer holding a red umbrella, and the giant black bird that steals the cries of children are also often mentioned. An urban legend has been widely circulated in Tokyo recently. The protagonist is known as the "tuxedo gentleman holding a box." This gentleman mainly hangs out in the Asakusa area, especially the Asakusa Line late at night. The third-rate gossip magazine "HOMES" even made a special program on this matter and interviewed many witnesses who claimed to have seen the "gentleman in tuxedo holding a box" with their own eyes.

Garuda: a divine bird recorded in Buddhist and Hindu scriptures, with a golden body, the first-born wish-fulfilling pearl, and a sad sound. It swallowed a dragon king and five hundred poisonous dragons every day. As the poisonous gas accumulated in the body, Garuda was finally unable to eat. After flying up and down seven times, it flew to the Vajra Wheel Mountain. The poisonous gas broke out, and the whole body burned itself, leaving only a pure azure glass heart. Xiao Zuo was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room, flipping through a fashion magazine, but in fact his attention had been attracted by a few people opposite him. A middle-aged man and woman who looked like a couple looked strange and worried; the other two were male policemen in uniforms, one of whom was about forty years old and the other about twenty-five or six years old. They were both shrewd and exposed types.

There are many urban legends circulating in Tokyo. For example, the cat-man appears in Roppongi at three o'clock in the morning and attacks pedestrians. The kimono girl who appears in Akihabara at midnight on February 13th every year, holding a red lantern and killing people with her eyes, the snowy night murderer holding a red umbrella, and the giant black bird that steals the cries of children are also often mentioned. An urban legend has been widely circulated in Tokyo recently. The protagonist is known as the "tuxedo gentleman holding a box." This gentleman mainly hangs out in the Asakusa area, especially the Asakusa Line late at night. The third-rate gossip magazine "HOMES" even made a special program on this matter and interviewed many witnesses who claimed to have seen the "gentleman in tuxedo holding a box" with their own eyes.

The night is darker than ink. The headlights emitted two sword-like rays of light, cutting through the winding mountain road. Female reporter Liu Qi sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt tightly, and supported the front of the police car with both hands to keep it steady. Gao Yi, the chief of the Criminal Investigation Department, held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes were red and protruding, and he was almost in a state of madness. Yes, they were racing, but not for the sake of being cool, but chasing a red Ferrari. Location: Xishan on the outskirts of the city. The mountain road has many twists and turns and is steep. It's exciting to hike through the mountains in the dark. However, such stimulation is too much to bear. I saw the Ferrari running towards the top of the mountain. It was a dead end and there was no way to escape. The foot of the mountain looks dark and empty, hiding the vast Dianchi Lake, which is five hundred miles away. A sea of ​​lights loomed far to the northeast.

At this moment, he was shrouded in great pain, and then it gradually turned into compassion for the world. The meaning of life, the truth, and the corner of the city wrapped in leech mucosa, the mouth of the wild, do not believe it at all. In such a world, it is impossible to find even one person who is humanly qualified. Then the crust shook, twisted, cracked, and something came out. Leech - This world is not beautiful at all. Everyone deserves to die. What surged before his eyes was a deep hatred for the world.

Xiao Zuo heard his footsteps hitting the road clearly, as if knocking on a huge door - and it seemed to be ready to open at any time - but he didn't know what would be released... He couldn't help but shudder. Although it was still early winter, the winds were quite aggressive. They circled Xiao Zuo, who was walking alone at this time, and kept provoking him. Xiao Zuo looked around as he walked. It was one o'clock at midnight, well past the closing time. He was walking not to save money, but because all the damn taxis seemed to be disappearing. He finally drove past one and already had an owner. With a cold face, he completely ignored his warm wave.

A bizarre, unexplained incident has been reported in Leamington, Warwickshire. On Wednesday morning, two bank clerks visited James Phillimore at 13A Tavis Street. After a brief meeting, they decided to go to the bank for further financial transactions. After Phillimore went out, he looked at the sky and decided to go inside and take an umbrella. He walked into his house and closed the door without locking it. Two bank clerks were standing on the steps in front of the door waiting for him. Suddenly they heard Phillimore shouting loudly in the room: "Help! Don't-", and then there was no sound.

"The victim is a male, aged between 19 and 22 years old, of medium build. There is only one scar on the lower back of the neck all over his body. It was caused by a large ax or machete. Spinal cord damage was the direct cause of death. The spine was not cut, there was not much bleeding, there was no blood on the clothes, and there were signs of being tied with a rope. There was his ID card in the pocket, indicating that he was The victim's name is Zhu Guangsi, who is the newly debuted writer." After hearing this, the psychologist put down the tea cup and asked slowly: "So according to your investigation of the victim's social relationships, who has the biggest motive for the murder?" Officer Jin paused and said, "We have already investigated his social relationships, and he has no enemies who have any motive for killing him."

"Do you believe in... Supernatural powers?" Watson asked VK hesitantly. "I believe it in theory. Why do you suddenly ask me these questions? Didn't you ask me to visit your planetarium?" VK asked in return. "As you know, we often receive various strange radio signals here. For some of the unexplained contents, we generally classify them as supernatural phenomena and store these files separately." Watson explained. "Okay, don't talk so much. I finally came to the United States, so please take me to your planetarium as soon as possible!" VK urged. "We're already here!" "Just this shabby house? It's really kept a secret!" VK said sarcastically.

October 3, 2010 AD. It's foggy in the morning and gloomy during the day. The boy's moist and bright irises reflected a young woman. She held a pistol in the mist and stepped closer to the boy. He wears a dark gray driver's uniform, has short and handsome black hair, and has a lock of red highlights flowing out. "Mom," he called. But the woman who was called by the boy raised the steel gun in her hand and pointed it at the boy in a daze. Her sight was invisibly focused on the muzzle of the gun, and the woman's expression was unclear. The trigger was pulled. Bang. "Gu... Why? Mom?!" The bullet hit the boy's left chest, and a blood flower bloomed. The boy stared at his mother with frightened and confused eyes, trying to find an explanation.

Since this is the first time to publish an article in a mystery magazine, let everyone reason about it. Let me tell you a cold joke: Once upon a time, there was a cute rabbit. It ran into a secret room, and then it died. From this, you can analyze the characteristics of the author: very lazy, brainless, shameless and cute... Well, this is my first time posting, I hope everyone will support me and give me advice. The only place in the city that never seems to have a sense of crisis is the vegetable market. As evening approaches, the sky is cut by light, and the right half of the street seems to have been covered with a golden film by the setting sun, with the aroma of fluffy chicken cakes. The crucian carp stood upright in the plastic basin under the sun. Just as it was about to swim away, a pair of hands grabbed its belly and fished it out of the water.

An elite criminal investigation team led by a criminal psychology expert encounters a highly intelligent and antisocial serial killer. Who will guide whom? Who manipulates whom? Who defeated whom? Major! Brain-burning! Nervous! This is a thriller book that deeply analyzes criminal psychology and covers almost all criminal elements: a series of mysterious deaths and a series of strange and sophisticated criminal techniques. The real culprit is hiding among us in the name of hypocrisy, sleeping and dining with us. Behind the desperate struggle between good and evil is unfathomable human nature. A team composed of criminal investigation elites such as Han Yin, Gu Feifei, Du Yingxiong, Ai Xiaomei, Wu Guoqing, etc., Exhausted their lifelong learning and worked tirelessly to fight one perverted psychological killer after another. They can see through criminals' lies through micro-expression interpretation; they can gain insight into criminals' psychological motivations through behavioral evidence analysis; and they can restore crime scenes through criminal profiling, leaving criminals with nowhere to hide.