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"We're flying! Honey, come and hold my hand!" "Why don't you answer?" "You go to heaven and I'll go to hell." The misty rain fell slightly. Sculptures of Li Xinjie usually stand in front of tombstones. What is puzzling is that it turns out to be a tablet without words. Throughout history, only Wu Zetian erected a monument without words to show that the merits and demerits of right and wrong can be commented by future generations. So, what is the explanation for this wordless tablet in front of us? No one asked. After all, the deceased was not an ordinary person. After all, his death was still shrouded in mystery. The deceased's name was Zhu Junhao, a business wizard and a household name in the local area.

It has been more than thirty years since I set foot on this land again. The passage of time and the changes of the times have made Yu Jia feel extremely strange. The old meadow has been turned into a fish and shrimp farm, and the scenery of the past has been completely changed. Only the green reed grass under the embankment and the endless yellow sea water can still vaguely reproduce the past. Hu Xiaoguang's figure appeared before his eyes again. A brief and strange encounter, a promise that is difficult to fulfill, have been gnawing at Yu Jia's heart for decades.

The mist in the mountain hot springs is hazy, and Shen Su is sinking into the water with his hands enjoying himself. For a person who has just won the ring, the most pleasant thing is to take a hot bath. He is a beautiful boy with fair skin. He is washing his hands carefully at the moment. As his name suggests, Shen Su's special skill is not a sword, but a pair of hands. Last night, these hands just killed someone. The boy who brought tea and water rashly entered his room without knocking, saw something he shouldn't have seen, and was killed. Shen Su rubbed his palm with his hand. The hand that had killed someone had a faint smell of blood, like the fallen leaves after the rain with the fragrance of decay. People die every day in the world. If an insignificant boy dies, not many people will care. And, he handled the scene to perfection.

"I really can't figure it out. Why do I always meet beautiful women when I go out to eat with others, but when I go out to eat with you, I always meet dead people?" Under the blue sky and white sun, in the Caihua Building, a skinny young man in white stared at another scholar in gray clothes with simple clothes and patched sleeves. "Do you have the plague on you?" The scholar in gray sighed and slowly said He said slowly: "Going out? This is obviously your family's property. Do you think I don't know that you go to your own restaurant every time you invite guests to dinner?" This scrawny young man in white is Fang Duobing, the eldest son of the "Fang family" in the world; and the scholar in gray is a famous miracle doctor in the world, Li Lianhua, the owner of the lotus building with auspicious patterns, which is said to be able to bring people back to life.

His kiss was magic. At the moment when their lips touched, no! As soon as you think about the contact between your lips, a lustful electric current will flow through your body. This electric current will stimulate all the sexy parts of your body and spread throughout your body until your heart is excited to the extreme. Weakness, dizziness, indescribable intoxication. Without him, I wouldn't be able to live in this world. However... I haven't been able to get through to his cell phone for half a month. Even if the call is connected, the message returned is always a recorded message. Could it be that he wants to abandon me, or has a new woman? Yuko climbed the stairs outside the apartment with a sad mood. Winter has come to the world in a hurry, and the north wind is whistling, blowing her cheeks mercilessly. They have already made an appointment, and they cannot visit rashly without making an appointment in advance.

The night wind was biting, like a knife blade constantly cutting the cheeks of several passers-by. The middle-aged man who was leading the way raised his head and took a sip of the roasted knife in the wine bag before saying, "How long does it take to get there?" "Originally, we should have reached the place after halfway up the mountain, but the ghosts here are so evil that we can't be sure." A wretched man with a rat beard said from behind. "Trash!" The middle-aged man showed a row of yellow teeth. He swept away the dust on his body, and the clothes covered with a layer of dirt revealed his true colors. He was actually wearing the official uniform of a purple-robed head-catcher. The three people behind the man were wearing blue-robed police uniforms, and the last one was in ragged clothes, with iron shackles on his hands and feet. He was a prisoner. The moonlight moved slightly and shone behind the buttocks of several people, where there was a dark coffin.

"This is an ancient bronze mirror from the Tang Dynasty unearthed in our county." On the fourth floor of the County Cultural Palace, in an exhibition hall of about 400 square meters, various cultural relics unearthed in this area are displayed in glass cabinets carefully placed along both sides of the central axis. Although this most ordinary layout is far from being compared with the elegance and luxury displayed in large museums, against the faint halo, the entire layout looks simple and bright, giving people a completely different style. Tian Jiajie, director of the County Cultural Management Office, is introducing the cultural relics on display to guests headed by Director Zhou of the Provincial Department of Culture who came specially to inspect the exhibition.

"Meng Ping, it's really nice here." Ling Yun looked around curiously, and the bohemian dress on his body fluttered and danced. The light in the corridor is dim, as if there is misty smoke, and the small bright red searchlight on the wall makes the exquisite glass bottom tiles even more exquisite and translucent. Xu Mengping put his arms around Ling Yun's shoulders and walked forward with a smile in his eyes: "My wife personally picked me up from get off work, why don't you reciprocate the favor?" Ling Yun glanced sideways at her husband and said coquettishly, "Hey, don't do this." The beauty in cheongsam led the two of them into a small room at the end of the corridor. There is a four-seater walnut dining table and chairs in the room, and many small green potted plants are arranged on the windowsill.

Director Zhu Yibin of the Yima Town Police Station was eating mutton dip at a mutton stall in the town when he overheard several diners telling the story of Wang Yidao, the butcher in Yixi Village. They said that Wang Yidao had an unfortunate life. His ex-wife died in a car accident, leaving behind two underage children. The mother-in-law sent her sister-in-law to take care of her brother-in-law's life and the food and clothing of their two children. Later, Wang Yidao married his sister-in-law. Wang Yidao's life should have been happy now, but misfortunes came one after another. First, the second son left by his ex-wife died of leukemia, and then a few years later, the eldest son left by his ex-wife disappeared inexplicably. It has been more than ten years now, and there is no news at all. No one is seen alive or dead.

At night, a big net fell from the sky, covering Qingyuan City. Under the moonlight, there was silence all around. Ouyang Xiaxue sat dejectedly on the edge of the fish pond. He swung the rod several times in succession, but no fish took the bait. He sighed softly and looked at Rogge blankly. Rogge is not as anxious as Xia Xue. He has his own understanding of fishing. Fishing is originally a matter of interest. The hobby lies in fishing, not just for the fish. Moreover, the fish in the fish pond must be weighed after being caught, and the price is several times higher than the price in the fish market. Not worth it! Rogge was holding a cigarette and staring at the fish pond, his eyes suddenly flashed.

The night is already very deep. There was not a single car or pedestrian on the simple rural road. On both sides of the road are clumps of woods and fields of crops. The crops are about to mature, and the tall corn forests are densely packed, like a green ocean. The sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional hoot of an owl added an eerie atmosphere to the quiet road. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and a flashlight swayed on the road. Under the glow of the flashlight, two men carrying backpacks walked quickly. One of the men had a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butt flashed a red halo from time to time, which looked shocking in the night. There was not a single house on either side of the road, and there was no light at all.

He is dead. So young, only 30 years old. The company had just promoted him to director, and it was time to move towards a bright future. Death seemed premature for this age. The cause of death was subarachnoid hemorrhage. He suddenly complained of heartache and nausea in the company, and ran out of gas as soon as he ran into the toilet. Although he was quickly taken to the hospital by ambulance, it was already too late. He never regained consciousness and could not believe that he was dead. It would be a bit too abrupt and strange to die. When he was about to leave this world, I couldn't take one last look at him. At the moment when my favorite person in the world was about to leave, I couldn't be by his side, and I regret it infinitely. As for the cause of subarachnoid hemorrhage, it is not high blood pressure or arteriosclerosis.

There is almost no spring in Qingyuan City. Within a few days after the ice and snow melted and the willow sprouts sprouted, the hot wind swept over the ground as if it was ready. The lead cloud of industrial pollution covered the sky over the city like a pot lid, not letting out a trace of heat. Pedestrians on the street walked in embarrassment, wishing to stick out their tongues like dogs to dissipate heat. After walking around Chenghuang Temple Street twice, Roger felt a little irritated. He sweated and took out his cell phone. But the other party didn't answer and hung up the phone instead. Rogge became a little annoyed and threw the phone into his pocket bitterly. He looked around for a moment, found a shady spot, and hurried over.

He Ping was half lying on the sofa and opened the notebook on the coffee table. Chrysanthemums were blooming on the table. There is also a document bag on the coffee table. The content inside involves a bloodless murder case. There is a note that says "I killed me". There is no signature, date or signature. After identification, it is found that the handwriting on the note is the work of the deceased. So it seems undisputed that the deceased committed suicide, right? As the night progressed, the cool air gradually became stronger. He Ping took out the note from the document bag and still couldn't see any flaws. She picked up the mouse, clicked on the desktop, and opened a video file. The time on the screen and what He Ping had were an unintentional coincidence - at midnight, there was a through-the-air rain. Rain is everywhere, and a ray of cold light cuts through a narrow and curved alley like a knife. The cement floor is in disrepair, and the potholes are filled with rainwater. The light kisses this dark night like a cold snake.

My name is Li Xiao and I am a private detective. Don't worry about calling me by the wrong name. Yes, it is pronounced the same as the word "" in the woods. I didn't know the word before, but then I thought the name was too common, so I just looked it up in the dictionary. It's a kind of bamboo, it seems. Private detective sounds a bit cool, and I can vouch for my personality that there is still a bright future in this profession in our country. This personality can be yours or his, but it's not mine anyway. Now, I have no hope at all. I got divorced last year just after my thirty-fifth birthday. If I were asked to investigate the inside story of other people's divorces, I might be very interested and earn some income, but I can't be bothered about my own affairs at all, even though I received 50,000 yuan after the divorce.

An interesting thing happened in Jincheng recently. Someone posted a post on the portal website, the content is as follows: Title: 10 million game coins to reward chess pieces, deadline is January 17th at 8 a. M. Bounty: 10 million game coins, game type of your choice. Task: Please help me steal something. As we all know, chess has a total of thirty-six chess pieces. Now I want the king of the white chess pieces that the owner of Jincheng Xiangji Antique Shop carries with him. No matter how you steal the chess piece and hand it over to yourself, the mission will be completed and the reward will be paid immediately. I mean it sincerely and this is no joke. Photocopies of the overseas guarantee certificate are as follows. We hope everyone will actively participate. If this chess set is a rare treasure, it makes sense that someone would want it.

The dawn outside the window was gray and white. It was almost dawn, but Taipinglang still stayed up all night. The feeling of being unable to fall asleep was really unbearable. The quarrel coming from next door was intermittent, high and low. The young couple always quarreled endlessly! The house his parents rented for him was only a hundred meters away from Xinxing High School. It was for the convenience of his schooling and to create a good and quiet learning environment for him. But contrary to expectations, the quarrel lasted for five days. Not to mention how depressed Taiping Lang was. He waited until five o'clock in the morning when the quarrel next door gradually stopped. After sleeping for an hour, he got up, made a glass of milk, gnawed a few pieces of black bread, and was about to pick up his schoolbag to learn English. Suddenly, I heard a siren blaring downstairs, and then it became extremely noisy outside the door.

I was twenty-one years old that year. After graduating from the Chinese Department of the university, I was assigned to work as a secretary in the General Office of the Ministry of Public Security. I didn't want to, but my family had no background and I had no acquaintances in Beijing, so I had no choice but to recognize him. I thought I would work for a while and then find a new job at a newspaper or publisher or something. In those years, newly assigned college students had to go to the grassroots level for training. The point of our department is in the northeast. So, before the chair under my butt was warm, I bundled up my luggage and threw it on the train, and together with a few newcomers, we arrived in Luan County, Heilongjiang Province. When we arrived at the county bureau, only one girl remained, and the others all went to the grassroots level. The place I went to was the police station in Tashan Town. Looking at the map of China, Luan County is roughly at the mouth of the "chicken". Tashan Town is not big, with about 30,000 to 20,000 people.

A disfigured female corpse is discovered in the underground palace of a century-old church in the ancient capital of Shangjing. A giant kite flies in the midnight sky. The girlfriend of an evening newspaper reporter suddenly evaporates on a rainy night. The Kite Knight with ulterior motives, the mysterious woman with a similar face, the dangerous and magical underground world, the gorgeous and shady entertainment industry... Are all these related? In order to find his girlfriend and solve this series of incredible mysteries, reporter Wen Mu began a dangerous investigation...

It was one morning in early autumn. I was sitting in the reporter's office of "Weinan Evening News", thinking about what news clues I should look for today to ensure that I could complete the task of writing fifteen articles for the newspaper every month. At this time, the phone on the table rang. When I answered it, an old voice came from the phone. "Excuse me, is this "Weinan Evening News"?" "Yes." "Please help me find reporter Yu Song." "That's me." I was stunned after hearing this. "Who are you?" "Ah, that's great. I wrote an article and want to give it to you. Please wait for me for a while and I will rush over right away."

The Shifangku Church in Beicheng was the first church built by British missionaries in Beijing at the end of the 18th century. It was magnificent and magnificent at the time. During the Boxer Rebellion, this was the last stronghold for foreigners in the city. The British troops who arrived later fought with the Boxers repeatedly here, and the battle was extremely fierce. The dilapidated church slowly fell into disrepair over the years.

It was impossible for Chairman Zhao Haocheng not to know that Limon Company's cargo ship was detained at the port. He called Luo Feng to question him. Secretary Han Shaohua put the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill on the table, ready at any time if the chairman had a heart problem. "We are all rough people, and we are full of curse words! Do you want me to curse?" The chairman shouted with a red face, waving his hands towards Luo Feng while shouting. Luo Feng listened honestly and leaned on the window sill to smoke.

I have the same dream over and over again. In a university dormitory in a foreign country, on a long-distance train, or in an airplane cabin at an altitude of 10,000 meters, whenever I fall asleep, this strange dream will come unexpectedly: a dark room, a narrow window, and shabby curtains hanging on the window. One-third of the hanging rings above the curtains have fallen off, and the faint night light pours in from the incomplete hanging rings. I saw myself lying on a squeaky wooden bed, as if it was a very cold winter. I wrapped my whole body tightly in the quilt. In a state that seemed more like a dream than a dream, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the white figure.

Pushing open the heavy glass door of KFC, a burst of cold air hit his face. It was originally very comfortable, but Meng Fanzhou shivered for no reason. Lin Xueer put away the beautiful "Paradise" umbrella, patted her chest with her hand exaggeratedly and said, "It's so comfortable. Let me tell you, come here to cool off more!" Meng Fanzhou disagreed. He agreed to come here only because he was hungry and tired and happened to pass by its door. When Lin Xueer ordered food, he went directly to the bathroom. Fortunately, it is now past two o'clock in the afternoon, past the peak dining period, and there is no one in the bathroom. He picked up his pants unhurriedly, hoping that Lin Xueer would be waiting at the dining table when he returned. By the time he closed the toilet door and walked to the wash basin, he knew he still had a chance to waste time.

I have the same dream over and over again. In a university dormitory in a foreign country, on a long-distance train, or in an airplane cabin at an altitude of 10,000 meters, whenever I fall asleep, this strange dream will come unexpectedly: a dark room, a narrow window, and shabby curtains hanging on the window. One-third of the hanging rings above the curtains have fallen off, and the faint night light pours in from the incomplete hanging rings. I saw myself lying on a squeaky wooden bed, as if it was a very cold winter. I wrapped my whole body tightly in the quilt. In a state that seemed more like a dream than a dream, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the white figure.

The Huabang Hotel in Wulong Fairy Mountain Scenic Area in Chongqing is of high quality and is rated as a four-star hotel. The lady on duty at the main station is surnamed Liu. She is feeling a little depressed today. She is not a native of Wulong, but lives in Fuling, not far from Wulong. Yesterday was her mother's birthday. Ms. Liu asked for leave a week in advance. The foreman agreed at that time. Unexpectedly, the Wulong Tiankeng was successfully declared a world heritage and the Fairy Mountain Scenic Area was open for free for a few days. Tourists came in droves, but the foreman refused to let her go.

At nine o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by a phone call from Taniguchi Kikuko. "Good morning, thanks to your arrangement, I had a good night's sleep. I have never had such a good sleep recently." "That's great, have you had breakfast?" "I just went to the restaurant to eat, including toast, tortillas, bacon, orange juice, coffee... Excuse me, can't I leave the room even one step?" I was surprised by her appetite. It seems her mood has returned to normal. I feel relieved.

At 10:30 in the evening, all the staff in the office had already left work at 5 o'clock. I was the only one left who turned on two fluorescent lamps and struggled in front of the computer. The keyboard no longer made a clicking sound because I could no longer squeeze out any energy to process the report in front of me. This report is very difficult and involves my promotion. Only by submitting a beautiful transcript before next week can I prove my strength in front of the manager and add a reward to my evaluation results.

One day at the end of January 1950, a propane gas tank explosion occurred at the Shinagawa Plant of Tokyo Meiwa Chemical Co., Ltd., Killing and injuring one hundred and dozens of people. A large explosion occurred in a petrochemical plant, which is unique in Japan. Moreover, the Shinagawa plant is a modern new factory with complete safety measures and safety equipment. Therefore, the relevant parties attach great importance to this major accident and immediately conduct an in-depth investigation to investigate the cause and responsibility. However, the investigation work came to an end. It was vigorous at first, but slowed down in the middle, and the result was unexpected: the accident was caused by the improper handling of materials by the Mingcheng Construction Company that contracted the project.

Ellery Queen is the pen name of two famous American detective novelists, Frederick Dannay and Manfred B. Lee. The two writers began to collaborate in 1932 and created a series of unique detective novels, most of which were published under the pen name of Ellery Queen. They created the golden age of American detective mystery novels. Their Quinn detective series became popular in the United States and Europe and remains a best-seller to this day. Every case that Quinn investigates is a mystery that is difficult to solve. The entire case is confusing and there are no clear clues, making people feel like they are stuck in a cloud and can't figure out the clue. Until the end, it is difficult for readers to guess who the criminal is. After seeing the answer, they can only admire the author's impeccable and rigorous reasoning. Starting from this issue, this magazine will serialize Ellery Quinn's detective novel "American Gun Mystery" in three issues. We hope that readers may accept the author's challenge when reading and try your logical reasoning and analytical judgment abilities. This may increase your interest in reading.

General Manager Kuroki finally used the power of the small shareholders he hired to obtain the qualifications for the shareholders' meeting to reverse the extremely passive situation. He was in a very embarrassing situation because a major shareholder raised a problem with the huge arrears at the Meiwa Kasei Shareholders' General Meeting. At this moment, Kuroki Akira's body was discovered on a rock under D of the former Hotaka east wall. The corpse, which had been smashed beyond recognition, was rotting and covered with maggots. Kuroki Akira's clothes were torn, revealing bones covered with rotten flesh. All the exposed bones were covered with black flies. Perhaps it was because the corpse was rotting and the stench was overflowing that it even reached the top of Suigong Peak, so it attracted attention and was discovered.

General Manager Kuroki finally used the power of the small shareholders he hired to obtain the qualifications for the shareholders' meeting to reverse the extremely passive situation. He was in a very embarrassing situation because a major shareholder raised a problem with the huge arrears at the Meiwa Kasei Shareholders' General Meeting. At this moment, Kuroki Akira's body was discovered on a rock under D of the former Hotaka east wall. The corpse, which had been smashed beyond recognition, was rotting and covered with maggots. Kuroki Akira's clothes were torn, revealing bones covered with rotten flesh. All the exposed bones were covered with black flies. Perhaps it was because the corpse was rotting and the stench was overflowing that it even reached the top of Suigong Peak, so it attracted attention and was discovered.

One day at the end of January 1950, a propane gas tank explosion occurred at the Shinagawa Plant of Tokyo Meiwa Chemical Co., Ltd., Killing and injuring one hundred and dozens of people. A large explosion occurred in a petrochemical plant, which is unique in Japan. Moreover, the Shinagawa plant is a modern new factory with complete safety measures and safety equipment. Therefore, the relevant parties attach great importance to this major accident and immediately conduct an in-depth investigation to investigate the cause and responsibility. However, the investigation work came to an end. It was vigorous at first, but slowed down in the middle, and the result was unexpected: the accident was caused by the improper handling of materials by the Mingcheng Construction Company that contracted the project.

The corpse seemed to have a smile on its face, its eyes were slightly open, and it kept staring at Liulang. Liulang became more and more panicked, and his trembling hands kept pulling sand into the pit. Until the entire pit was filled, he stepped back and forth countless times before leaving in despair. The afternoon sun is so beautiful, shining through the leaves on the ground in dappled patterns. Chongwu passed Tongsi Bridge, Qiaoxia Village, and came to Wuzhaolong. As he walked, he thought that he could reach Hu Town in the evening, help Anjia Yuanwai kill the pigs at dawn, and then return to Longqiu after breakfast. At this time, Ding Chongwu saw from a distance that the She people were driving a huge wild boar running towards this side. In the blink of an eye, the wild boar rushed in front of him and rushed straight towards Ding Chongwu. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" She Ren shouted from behind.

The 39-year-old Renlang is a somewhat mysterious man in the eyes of his neighbors. He lives in seclusion and lives alone every day. He lives on the top floor of an elevator apartment in the city center. It is the largest and most expensive apartment in the entire community. It has two bedrooms and two living rooms in a European style of 135 square meters, which are luxuriously and elegantly decorated. There is also a large terrace with an area of ​​more than 50 square meters, which has been decorated into a huge garden. Different from other people's gardens, the plants in his garden were so dense that they blocked out almost all the sunlight. In addition, all the windows in the rooms were tightly covered with thick curtains, making this luxury residence that should be sunny all day long dark.

The man's face looked unfamiliar, and it was obvious that he was a first-time customer. He was about fifty years old, maybe because his liver was not in good condition, his face looked unusually dark, and his appearance was not very pleasing. However, if the barber wants to attract customers, he has to strike up conversations and socialize, so he greets them with a smile and says: You are here, please come in. "The man stared at Jin Ji's face, and then sat down in front of the mirror without saying a word. Then, he seemed a little sleepy and yawned a little. Some customers are really weird. They feel like falling asleep as soon as they step into the barber shop. This man probably belongs to this category. His hair is relatively hard and mixed with white hair.

Kunlun on the left, Tianshan on the right. On the loess official road, a dark shadow passed quickly, as fast as a flash of light. Blowing flowers, blowing flowers, just because the sky was full of pear blossoms when I entered Dongchang. At this moment, Chuihua stopped in front of a white horse, cupped her hands and said, "Sir, ahead are the Tianshan Mountains and Kunlun Mountains, where Yue Ruying's Moon Shadow Palace should be hidden." Having entered the plateau, the white horse gasped for air, raised its hoofs and neighed uneasily. The man on the seat pulled the reins and immediately calmed it down. "Go directly into the mountain." A deep male voice came through the wind and sand. Silver armor, heroic appearance, with a coldness that could repel people thousands of miles away. "Yes." Chuihua quickly mounted her horse and followed the figure of a rider in front of her. Zhang Changming, who is in charge of Dongchang, the largest special agency of the Ming Dynasty, came to the border to find life-saving medicine for the seventh princess Zhu Jingting.

At 11:30 pm on February 8, late at night on Chengyang Road, the wind suddenly blew. The dim street lights, like tired fireflies, made the night darker. Scattered sounds of firecrackers could be heard from residential areas in the distance, just like Japanese cuisine, one dish after another, exquisite and detailed, but never satisfying. When I opened the car door, the cold wind hit my face, unexpectedly hitting my heart and lungs. She gasped. The wind swept over the firecracker paper and dead leaves, swirling and dancing in the air. I waved away the flying dust and hit the car door, the anti-theft lock buzzing. The crisp sound of high heels echoed on the sidewalk, which was slightly messy. Several jokes about drunkards came to mind, and she tried the zigzag move, patted her red face, and giggled. Squatting down, using the light of the Nokia N95 in her hand, she unlocked the special lock, opened the rolling shutter, and pushed open the glass door.

I know a mysterious, computer-minded, and extremely clever detective. His name is Mo Yelong. After getting to know him, and with the persuasion of others, I wrote a novel titled "The Golden Key" based on the content of a serial murder case he solved. This case revolves around "the gold buried by Oguri Uenosuke". It has been a long time since I wrote this novel. The new case I am about to describe here occurred shortly after the "Golden Key" case.

At nine o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by a phone call from Taniguchi Kikuko. "Good morning, thanks to your arrangement, I had a good night's sleep. I have never had such a good sleep recently." "That's great, have you had breakfast?" "I just went to the restaurant to eat, including toast, tortillas, bacon, orange juice, coffee... Excuse me, can't I leave the room even one step?" I was surprised by her appetite. It seems her mood has returned to normal. I feel relieved.

The feather was very light, pure white in color, and weighed nothing in the palm of my hand. Shamu looked at the feather and closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling some unknown emotions. In the business hall of the only post office in the county, the early morning Gobi still had the remaining cool air of the night. Shamu was wearing an old jacket, and his expression looked gloomy in the gloomy hall. The staff member might not have woken up yet, so he stretched out and knocked on the glass window to remind the tall, gloomy boy to stop being distracted. Alida also pushed Shamu's shoulder at the right time. This Uighur boy with long eyelashes and a warm smile said in a strong local accent, Well, Shamu, didn't you say you wanted to send something?

A plate of food was placed in front of Masahiko. Since each plate was only touched a few times with chopsticks, the waiters seemed unable to carry it away. But, immediately after, a new plate of food was served. He carefully avoided the eyes of people around him, winked at the waiter, and asked the waiter in a low voice to take away all the plates. The wife sitting next to her, her eyes brightening, said, "It's barbecue!" The twin daughters sitting side by side opposite my wife shouted in unison, "Wow, it's meat!" Maybe they were relatives on the groom's side! The guests sitting at the round table next door were all smiling and looking at the twin daughters.

On the desolate coastal street, garbage is constantly being moved away by the sea breeze. Bai Shu walked barefoot on the road. She was wearing a white dress with pink flowers, and her whole body looked dirty. Her hair was short and messy. In short, she looks like a wandering woman who has been greatly stimulated. "If they find me, they will definitely take me back for treatment." She murmured, looking at the sea outside the wooden pier. "What beautiful waves, jumping into the sea seems to be a good choice." Because she felt itchy, Bai Shu scratched the bandage around her collarbone, and there were small pimples underneath. In addition, there are small papules covered with bandages on the lower abdomen, arms, one side of the back and one side of the right leg.

Along with the sound of heavy furniture falling to the ground, fists hit the woman like a storm. The girl rushed up to her several times but was pushed away. In the end, the man simply changed the target of his violence. The three-way fight moved to the balcony. Finally, the girl was pushed hard and fell into the flower garden downstairs. She was hit by severe pain, as if her muscles and bones had been forcibly removed. The girl curled up in pain, like a molting lobster. "Mom--" The heartbreaking cry was swallowed up by the thick darkness with no end. Suddenly it was dark and she couldn't see anything. The girl touched her neck with trembling hands. When she touched the cold and slender hard object, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it's still there.

I am a puppet model who lives in a clothing store. The clothing store is not big, and there are only three puppet models living here, including me. The first one is my mother. She has brown hair and is wearing a purple-blue dress. She is very beautiful. The second one is the blonde sister. She is very beautiful. She is wearing a white wedding dress and looks like a fairy. But I don't have a deep relationship with her. The third one is me, a little boy, wearing a little black suit, nestling next to my mother. The clothing store is really not big. In human terms, it is only more than ten square meters. However, this small shop, which is inconspicuous to humans, is the home of our three dolls.

The waves of the Huajiang River are calm, with painted boats, clear willows, reflections, good news, and young masters, such as a beautiful painting. When the wind comes, I stand quietly on the side of the boat, as if I have been enchanted by Qin Nu Yaner's "Zhao Si Song". Not far away, a small boat came slowly like a big leaf rolled down the river. His eyes that were lightly closed in the spring breeze suddenly opened, and he felt something. The boat has stopped and is blocking the front of the boat. The boat in the lake was rocking gently, but the man on the boat was as motionless as a rock. "The spring is coming, the eldest son of the Feng family?" The man on the boat was dressed in gray clothes, simple and clean, and his face was like a sculpture sunk deep into his skin.

When the doorbell rang suddenly, Lala was making sweet and sour pork ribs in the kitchen while humming a song and waving a spatula. Obviously, the doorbell disturbed Lala's leisurely mood. She angrily walked to the door and opened it suddenly. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper when I saw Luo Tianyuan startled by the sudden opening of the door. Lala put her left hand on her hips and waved a small shovel with her right hand, pointing at Luo Tianyuan, "Who are you looking for?" A drop of oil just reached the tip of Luo Tianyuan's nose. Luo Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the unruly little woman in front of him, and then stretched his neck to look at me who was watching the fun on the sofa, with a blank look on his face.

The world seems to be foggy. But the moment she picked up the phone, everything glowed with infinite brightness, blinding the eyes. When the clouds clear and the fog clears, her name is Jiang Xinyue. Jiang Xinyue stared at the phone happily, like admiring a newborn baby. Jiang Xinyue went shopping alone in the mall just to get rid of the shadow of broken love. The boy hated shopping. In fact, when every woman goes shopping, she is also shopping for men. It's a pity that every good man seems to have a girlfriend, but so many good women don't have boyfriends. Jiang Xinyue looked at the dazzling array of clothes, blindly selected one, and then found the phone that had been left behind in the dressing room.

DDA is the abbreviation of Disaster Detective Agency. You can call it 'Disaster Research Institute' or 'Disaster Detective Agency'. In short, it is an organization related to disaster research and solving bizarre cases caused by disasters. Ye Mei is Ding Zin's twin sister. She is beautiful, smart, and capable, but has an eccentric personality and is difficult to get close to. However, this does not prevent her from becoming the biggest driving force behind DDA. She is very influential in the news and media circles and is responsible for turning DDA from a low-key research agency into a well-known detective agency. Although, her extreme hype often made Ding Zin feel annoyed and even angry.