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At midnight, Bumi stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor on the second floor. There was a nuclear radiation warning sign on the door. There is no virus inside, and it is Bu Mei's fraternal twin brother Bu Zhai who lives there. I don't know how my dead father got his name? The daughter's name is Bumei, but she is the beauty of the school. The son's name is Buzhai, but he has dropped out of school and stayed at home for a whole year. Taking a deep breath, Bumi opened the door depressedly. The windowless room was pitch dark, with only two LCD TVs on the wall providing lighting. Dirty clothes, game CDs and detective books were scattered on the floor, and the walls were covered with posters of game characters.

Under the twilight, Xishuicheng is like a silent giant beast, and you can occasionally hear its slight breathing. Li Si walked into the alley, and the moonlight had begun to set. Deep in the alley there is a door plaque with a few words daubed in bright red: "Youlai Inn". "Captain, he's here! He's here!" As soon as Li Si stepped in, young catcher Wu Wen could not wait to greet him. The two walked through a narrow corridor and came to a guest room at the end. Wu Wen suddenly stopped and turned to look at Li Si, and said excitedly: "Captain, you must have never seen such a murder. It's really surprising!"

What exactly is garbage? In a word, it is the remains of things - even things that are arrogant and popular in the world will grow old, be used up, be abandoned, and eventually perish. Among these things, whether they are paper scraps, torn socks or briefs, whether they are peels, vegetable leaves or leftovers, whether they are great people, beautiful women, or rare treasures, not to mention withered and withered flower arrangements, they cannot escape the sad fate of being abandoned and perished. This is the common sense of things and is commonplace. Alas, but in this world, ordinary people will not consider this situation.

Open your eyes. The alarm clock on the bedside table read: a quarter past six. It's still early, let me sleep a little longer. The usual desire to sleep made me turn over, and soon I found a pile of soft black hair lying on the side of the pillow. It belongs to a girl. A cute girl with exquisite facial features and charming sleeping appearance, wearing pajamas with little angel patterns. Ahhhhhh! Letting out a shocked roar, I retreated to the wall of the room. His movements were so big that the pillows and quilts spilled all over the floor. "... What are you making a noise about? I haven't had enough sleep yet." The girl woke up and complained while rubbing her sleepy eyes. How unreasonable! I almost died because of this! What right do you have to be dissatisfied with this!

There was a freshly prepared lunch on the table, with chicken meatball sauce soup in a blue and white striped bowl. This is Shimizu Anzu's favorite thing. Chicken meatballs with chopped green onions and mushroom stock are cooked together before miso is dissolved into the soup. Also placed in front of her were tuna made with okra and potato as ingredients, and Western-style spring rolls filled with brushed cheese and shrimp, neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate. The TV was tuned to the news channel. The mother across the dining table did not talk to Xing, but stared at the screen intently. Every month, there is only one Sunday in the middle of the month when Xing eats with her mother. On weekdays, she lives with her grandmother in this seaside town in Kamakura, while her mother only comes back once a month because she works as a planner at a radio station in Minato-ku, Tokyo.

"Am I the loser again?" Xia Xunyu muttered. Murong Sixuan twisted his neck and said calmly: "Now you owe me eleven tubes of Mentos and twenty-three boxes of TicTac candies. Continue?" Xia Xunyu flattened his cherry-like mouth and said a little unconvinced: "I know you are very smart, much smarter than me, so I am convinced that I have lost to you in chess, chess, Go, checkers, and beast chess, but why do I lose even in flying chess? Am I not even luckier than you?"

I am a purely amateur author of horror novels. For reasons of interest and for seeking inspiration, I have a strong interest in listening to other people's bizarre experiences, even if those experiences are not as "real and credible" as the author claims, but are just neurotic fantasies. It is for this reason that I have good popularity on the forums I frequent, because I not only often publish my own original works, but also put forward my own opinions on other people's stories. A few days ago, I received a message on QQ. A netizen I met on a supernatural forum asked me for my address and said that he wanted to visit me and had a very weird story to tell me.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom. Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives. It is the most beautiful season of the year. Mo Qingyan was riding comfortably on the horse, occasionally looking up at the gathering or dispersing clouds in the sky, and infinite longing flashed through her heart. At this moment, she is happy, no one knows her true identity, and now she just wants to be quiet and enjoy the boundless spring scenery freely, just like a little girl who is not familiar with the world. Meandering along the edge of the lake is a lush lawn that is blooming beautifully. Deep in the lawn, there is an entrance, which is the destination of her trip: the population of Weiming Valley. Weiming Valley is actually a small town. It is said that it is the most interesting place in the world. Everyone will have different feelings when they are there.

Xiaoqian came over with tea. When she heard what the old man said, she leaned into his ear and said with a smile: "Ancestor, I told you, now we don't want to call it silver, we call it RMB instead." When she met Xiaoqian, Mingyuan drank the last water in the cup, grabbed her folding umbrella, and walked out of the company door. It was raining heavily outside, and Mingyuan shook the umbrella in his hand with a contented smile on his face. On such a rainy day, the mood is particularly peaceful. Mingyuan moved forward, not wanting to rush back to the boring apartment. Since joining this company a year ago, the boat of life seems to have suddenly fallen into a whirlpool and just kept spinning. Mingyuan's company is in the city center, only one kilometer away from the apartment. Mingyuan has a bicycle but rarely uses it. In this rainy weather, it is obviously more comfortable to walk instead of driving.

It's still a few minutes until eight o'clock in the evening. At the gate of a mid- to high-end office building, a group of men and women suddenly poured out. These white-collar workers from Lili Trading Company were all wearing gray company uniforms. The leader named Fang Ni started running all the way as soon as she walked out of the door. The few people behind her walked quickly towards the Heyuan Community where the staff dormitory is located opposite, while He complained in a chirpy voice: "We didn't have the meeting until just after get off work, and almost missed watching "Secret Chamber of Secrets"!" "Mr. Hu will take a flight to Shanghai tomorrow morning for business, so we have to make arrangements!" "We are lucky, Manager Zhang and Hu Xiaodong are still detained in her office to discuss work." "Come on, the TV series will start soon!"

One night in late spring and early summer, Gaozhou City, located in northern Guangxi and southern Hunan, experienced thunder and lightning, wind and rain. The rain that had been falling for two days and two nights not only did not stop, but became heavier and heavier. As the night deepened, the rain became more intense, the wind and rain hit the branches, and the thunder and lightning broke the clouds. The entire Gaozhou City seemed to be shrouded in the fear of the end of the world. Lin Nansheng was sitting in the brightly lit Red House Shoe Store, slowly sipping Kung Fu tea and looking out the foggy window in a daze. The occasional cars passing by on the street and the pedestrians hurriedly running past the window did not disturb his contemplation, as if everything was in another world and had nothing to do with him. After a while, Lin Nansheng turned to look at the female clerk Li Xiaofei, who was dozing on the counter, lit a cigarette, and continued his daze through the faint green smoke.

Zhang Xiaobei was sitting alone in the car smoking. He looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray. This was already his seventh cigarette. It's raining outside, very hard. The rain washed away the car glass without restraint, leaving irregular rain marks. A bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, making Zhang Xiaobei's heart tighten. That moment of light reminded him of the wrinkles of varying depths on Lao Liu's twisted face before he died. Zhang Xiaobei cursed lowly and put out the cigarette. A little spark splashed out, flickered, and fell on the back of his hand, leaving a little gray-white mark.

China's two latest aircraft will go to Singapore to participate in the International Air Show, causing great panic and jealousy in a certain country. They are frantically preparing to carry out sneak attacks and sabotage on the way. A sudden battle begins thrillingly... The day after Singapore announced to host the 18th International Air Show, Xinhua News Agency issued a news saying that China will send its newly developed "Phoenix 260" wide-body large passenger aircraft and "J-25" multi-purpose stealth fighter to participate in the exhibition.

Zou Shizhen, a professor at the University of Science and Technology in City A, has not only made rich academic achievements, but has also been at the forefront of teaching for many years. He has many doctoral and master's students, and many of his doctoral and master's students have now become subject leaders. On this day, the celebration of Professor Zou Shizhen's 30th anniversary as a teacher was held as scheduled in the auditorium of City A Polytechnic University. Although it was not a holiday and it was not deliberately publicized, celebrities from all walks of life gathered together. The meeting was not only large in scale, but also of high quality. Professor Zou was as famous as a star. In the evening, the lively atmosphere was still not dissipated. A small cocktail party was held at Professor Zou's house. Since most of the participants were close relatives and friends, it added a warm atmosphere.

As soon as I took a step forward, I suddenly felt the wind blowing behind me. I turned around suddenly, it was already too late, so I might as well just jump off the stairs. Somehow, every time I realize the right thing to do, it's always too late. Suddenly I saw the guy's face, it was Fly Man. He struck at my chest with a wave of his palm, and I had no place to stand. The body fell backwards, and the guy's huge eyes reflected the light, and a cold and cold light flashed past. I seemed to have seen it before...

"Parents? I don't have parents, I'm just one person." Baker (15 years old), a white girl born and raised in Arizona, answered our question rudely. This optimistic girl likes to wrestle with female staff members, and she does not stop having fun in the face of strong cold currents. In her opinion, "This cold snap is nothing." But when it comes to family issues, her expression suddenly changes. "I'm sorry, I was lying just now. In fact, when I was a baby, I was given to someone else as an adopted daughter. My relationship with my adoptive father and mother was very tense... I often ran away from home, and unknowingly I went on a wrong path."

The Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section 1 was surrounded by a sense of calm joy. Especially for these two people, these days with nothing to do are simply days worthy of blessing. These two people are Section Chief Hakozaki and 25-year-old Detective Inoue. "Hey, Inoue." Section Chief Hakozaki called. "Yes, section chief." "How's it going with you and that cute girl?" "Yeah, uh-huh." Inoue blushed. "I can be your witness at any time." Hakozaki was in a particularly good mood today. "Let me know if necessary." "Thank you, section chief, for taking care of me." "You are usually too busy." Hakozaki said sincerely. "Section Chief." Inoue said solemnly.

The rest of the night is already over, and another all-nighter is here. Lights were already shining through the windows of some houses. Those who work the early morning shift are getting up; others, the lucky ones, are staying still for a while longer. But I haven't laid down to sleep yet. There are so many things going on, because I hold the position of Acting Director. Yesterday was a very busy day. It was already one o'clock at night when I got home. But the phone rang again: "Is it Vinyamin Alexanderovich? Lieutenant Vasyutin is disturbing you! A man named Sulin who was on a business trip was shot at the Dawn Hotel and was seriously injured. Golyunov, the prosecutor's investigator, and the doctor were already at the hotel.

Jiahe woke up from his dream and found a woman lying next to him. For a moment she thought she was not awake. Ever since she used this Ming Dynasty huanghuali bed, she had often had strange dreams. Everything in the dream was as clear as reality. When she woke up and thought about it, she couldn't remember it. She only remembered that it was weird and had nothing to do with reality. Jiahe moved slightly and found that a woman's arm was resting on the quilt around his waist. What did this mean? He woke up and saw a woman? Or dreaming about a woman? She closed her eyes again, and she became infatuated and even became gay. I find it funny in my heart. My boyfriend Xiao He has been stationed abroad for three months. He works during the day and often surfs the Internet until midnight when he is lonely. Maybe he is too tired and has hallucinations.

This strange letter was sent to the "Reader Letter Department" of Newspaper B in April. The "Reader Letters Department" is a department under the chief editor's office, responsible for selecting and publishing readers' letters and responding to inquiries. This department is much more deserted than the Ministry of Social Affairs and the Ministry of Economic Affairs. Most of the people in the department are older. The daily work is to read the piles of manuscripts on the table, transfer them to the relevant departments by category, and then do copywriting work such as drafting documents. When there are few letters or when you have free time after handling official business, you can also go to a coffee shop or billiard room to spend a while, and no one from other departments will gossip. However, as a reporter, he does not get the opportunity to publish exclusive news and make his appearance.

When Ran'er was confused, a faint figure appeared behind her, and then a mysterious and charming voice whispered in Ran'er's ear: "Ran'er, do you want to play a game? A very interesting and fun game!" With a "bang", the door of the side room was closed heavily again. "There are swings in the wall and paths outside the wall, people walking outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall laughs. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, and the sentiment is ruthlessly annoyed..." The singing voice of the geisha in the hall came softly, swimming through the quiet garden in darkness, and was sent to a small building in the corner of the garden that seemed to be isolated from the world. Someone in the small building sighed softly, as if full of sorrow.

Tokiko Saijo often came to visit me in the apartment where I lived alone at about 2 o'clock on Wednesday afternoons. Because the beauty salon where I work has a closed day on Wednesday. Tokiko is two years younger than me, already 34 years old. But he looks like he is only in his thirties. She has a delicate face and elegant temperament, especially her fair skin and duck-oval face, which often reminds people of a beautiful doll. "I haven't seen you for a week, is everything okay?" I asked, staring at the slender fingers of Tokiko sitting opposite me on his knees. I have seen the emerald ring on her ring finger many times. It does look valuable, always shining with dark green luster. Today, Tokiko wore a fitted skirt with a green background and light brown patterns, and a shawl in a fashionable style for girls.

On a midsummer night, the tireless singing of cicadas accompanied by the monotonous hum of the air conditioner made me feel even more irritable when I was already sleepy. I turned over a few times, but my mind became clearer and clearer. I glanced at the clock beside the bed, and it read 3:18 in the morning. If I had known this, I really shouldn't drink so much coffee in the evening. I sighed, simply put on my clothes and stood up, turned on the computer to see what other gossip I had never heard of. In the past six months or so, my life has been quite decadent. In addition to chatting on the Internet and reading gossip, I also watch movies with a DVD in my hand. I originally thought that my lack of energy some time ago was due to work, but now that I have quit my job, I have become even more depressed.

Ling Qingdie's body has been completely destroyed by himself, and the body has been torn into broken limbs. The two automatic hands in the air are like devils from hell, tearing apart the remaining body with great excitement... The place agreed by Meng Fang, Yan Laoer and the richest businessman Ling Youdao is at the Meihua River thirty miles away from Qingyun Villa. There is also a widely circulated story about this plum blossom river in the rivers and lakes. It is said that Du Meihua, the most beautiful woman in the world a hundred years ago, was abandoned by the man she loved wholeheartedly, Li Zian. Later, when Li Zian fell into despair, he recalled Du Meihua's kindness to him. Finally, he couldn't bear the thought of Du Meihua and committed suicide at the same place where Du Meihua jumped into the river. Therefore, later generations named this originally nameless river "Plum Blossom River".

In the nursing home, there are 412 steps from the bedroom to the fence gate, and 4220 steps from the bedroom to the garden bench. This bench is my special seat and is never occupied by others. It takes six minutes to walk along the wall from the bedroom to the bus station; it takes twenty-two minutes to get to the train station. I often go to the train station to buy newspapers but don't read them when I get back to my bedroom. Sometimes I have to buy a platform ticket, go to the waiting room to read "Le Figaro", "Chinese" and "Nice Matin", and sit there for a while, as if waiting for a train that will never come. Express trains flew by, some coming from Paris, some from Strasbourg, and some from Brussels. Driving at night, the car was unusually quiet, with the windows tightly closed and the curtains drooped.

"When I walked up the stairs, I saw a person who was not there originally, and today he is not there. I hope, I hope he will disappear forever." "Where did you learn this?" "I was blind when I was young." "Do you remember what happened when you were a child?" "Just ask directly, don't beat around the bush, Just ask, doctor." "Do you remember your mother?" "I remember she was a prostitute." "How long did she keep you there?" "Do you know why you came to see me?" "Because you specialize in treating headaches, and it doesn't help."

Beishan shooting range. VIP shooting room. Govu put down the gun, activated the controller, and the target plate slid toward him. "Ninety-nine rings, we have regressed." The person next to me said. "The last shot was towards the Nine Rings. There was a bug lying there just now." Gewu said as he put on a new target post. "Just blow it." "Then come up with a question." "If you have the ability, show me how to look." Gewu said nothing, raised his gun and fired ten shots in a row. "Look at the target post." Gewu said while loading bullets. The person next to him slid a target post in front of Ge Wu and laughed loudly: "Brother, even if you hit ten rings in ten shots, it's not called modeling?" Ge Wu still had no expression on his face: "Look at the nine target posts on both sides."

"Don't come here!" Gu Rong begged with a cry. He was lying on the ground and refused to come, his eyes still staring at us. Suddenly, his eyes became blurred and he stared blankly: in front of him, his face began to distort, and he muttered: "315...315..." I met Mr. Banbian in a strange case. This amazing amateur detective showed us his incredible detective skills and unparalleled reasoning ability, which amazed me. Later, Mr. Banbian invited me to be his assistant, and I was fortunate to work with him for five years. These five years have truly been the most wonderful time and the glory of my life. It was the end of December 2007, just after Christmas and New Year's Day approaching. C County Public Security Bureau sent an invitation, hoping that Ban Bian would assist in investigating an old case.

Chang Luo often asks himself, how long does it take to forget someone? Every day at noon, he would go to the iron fence of the municipal middle school on time and wait for the girl to appear. When she finally came over and sat down on the stone corridor inside the iron fence, Chang Luo's face suddenly became bright and cheerful. The girl's name is Ling Zhenzhen, and she is a teacher in this middle school. Although she never had a good attitude towards him, every time she faced her, Chang Luo's heart would become soft, just like the lazy sunshine in spring. He lit a cigarette and quietly watched her lowering her head while reading. As the contents of the book read, she sometimes frowned in thought, and sometimes smiled knowingly. Under the cover of the spring sunshine and mottled tree shadows, her skin showed a kind of transparent crystal. Spending time together across the iron fence made him content.

She held her seven-month-old belly and walked on the busy street under the scorching sunshine. With a pair of anxious and helpless eyes filled with tears that were about to fall, she looked for her husband, Xue Mo, in the vast sea of ​​people. Suddenly someone in the crowd squeezed her, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her stomach hurt violently, and bright red blood flowed down her thighs. She screamed in fear. She woke up screaming from this nightmare, covered in sweat and trembling. She lifted the quilt and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her belly was intact. She touched her belly and said to herself: "Baby, don't scare mom anymore, okay?" With a "bang", someone slammed the door of the room.

"Grandma, why are there fan letters written to Hitchcock here?" Granddaughter Emile suddenly asked this question. I was dumbfounded for a moment, then folded the old piece of letter paper that I had read over again and placed it on the coffee table. It was a letter sent to me by my late husband before we got married. I accidentally discovered it when I was sorting out my belongings the day before yesterday. I said, "Is the Hitchcock you are talking about the film director? I watched a few of his films when I was young. Maybe this letter was written at that time. In fact, I am not very interested in his films, and I don't know where he lived at that time."

When Ye Lang walked into Dingding Gate, snowflakes started to fall over Luoyang City. First in twos and threes, and then gradually more densely. People walked through the snow and quickened their pace. But Ye Lang was still leisurely, holding the yellow gelding and strolling along Dingdingmen Street, enjoying the scenery with great interest. The avenue in front of us is majestic, fifty feet wide and more than seven miles long. The ground is paved with fine sand. It is the main road of Luoyang City, connecting Dingding Gate to the south and Tianjin Bridge to the north - at the other end of the bridge is the imperial palace.

Eucommia ulmoides, carrying a newspaper and breakfast, dodged left and right, passing through busy vendors and narrow alleys, and squeezed into a low building with ease. He originally decided to open the detective agency here just for fun. Things happen where there are a lot of people, and keen curiosity is an indispensable first condition for a detective. In the blink of an eye, the detective agency has been open for more than half a year. Walking through the alley outside the window several times a day, and being exposed to the sounds of the city all day long, Eucommia ulmoides is as clear as a mirror about which vendor on the street is short on weight, which one is innocent, which one has little habits, which one has unknown secrets, etc. This is a normal day, no different from any other day.

Late at night, the lights suddenly brightened in a villa located on a quiet seaside, and chaotic figures appeared on the steps of the villa. "Is the ambulance here? Go hurry and call!" "I've called you several times!" The spacious and luxurious bedroom was covered with thick carpets. Guo Yingyi was in a coma and had not yet woken up. Yingyi's pale face was bloodless, and her pointed face looked particularly thin in the soft and wide pink bed. Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious. The nurse and maid gathered around the bed and looked at her. This was the bed where they spent their first night of marriage.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

Eiichiro Tsuchiya's only interest is to buy books from used bookstores. Although this was not befitting his status as a police officer, on his off-duty days, he always went to the almost forgotten second-hand bookstores in the side streets and alleys. He felt particularly happy when he smelled the musty smell unique to old books. We say we are buying used books, but we are not looking for rare and unique copies. He especially likes to go to bookstores that people rarely go to, and from the bookshelves that people rarely browse, he looks for some dusty books that no one has bought or even touched. One day, Tu Gu was casually browsing old books in an old bookstore in an alley. He had never been to this bookstore before because it was far away from Tugu's usual walking route, so he didn't come here often.

As night falls, the sky becomes a little gloomy. Eleven thirty. Luo Min could finally put down the design draft in his hand, took a long breath, and unconsciously showed a bright smile on his face. "We're done, we can finally hand in the manuscript tomorrow." Luo Min stretched hard, picked up the water glass on the table, and prepared to get up to get the water. At this moment, the computer made a beep sound. Luo Min's body stiffened for a moment, and then he sat back on the chair. "Who sent the email so late?" Luo Min put down the water glass and moved the mouse to skillfully open the receiving column in the mailbox.

Sometimes, remembering is more cruel than amnesia. You can live with amnesia, but if you remember, life is worse than death, so there is only one death in the end. The candidate who wrote his name wrongly rang the exam bell for the second time, and the last candidate stumbled into the examination room. The invigilator took the admission ticket from his hand and looked at it carefully, then looked at his embarrassed look and scolded him: "I really have no sense of time. If you are one step later, you will not be able to enter." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the admission ticket, found his seat and sat down. When the teacher sent him the paper, other candidates had already started to answer the questions. He picked up the pen in a panic and filled in "Qin Yang" in the name column.

"Zhuge Town is the most beautiful town in China." This is an advertising slogan put out by the local government to create a tourism brand. There is no way to verify whether it is the most beautiful. However, Zhuge Town is indeed a beautiful place, there is no doubt about this. Looking at the appearance of Xingqi Luobu, just in terms of planning and layout, and the wonderful settings of the streets, it is enough to show that our ancestors have ingeniously learned from the principles of Zhuge Kongming's Bagua ecstasy array from the moment the town was built, and constructed it carefully with ingenuity. Most of the buildings in the town were not built during the Three Kingdoms or the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, but during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty.

The summer night in July was so stuffy that it was almost suffocating. Looking at the watch, it was already pointing to one o'clock in the night. Ziqing was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. It has been gloomy all day, and not a drop of rain has fallen yet. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the room, it is still stuffy and hot. She turned over again and faced the window. It was so dark that there was no starlight, and even the moon had hidden its face. Ziqing lives in an old community, but several high-rise apartments have recently been built in the building next to her house. Looking from the window of her house, they stand there in the quiet night, and the whole yard seems lifeless. Ziqing closed her eyes and convinced herself to settle down and fall asleep. The room was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat.

When Jian Mi woke up from the pain, she saw corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains, bloody and horrific. The world is dark, and the sky is like a huge black whirlpool. Is the world destroyed? But it's not 2012 yet. Jian Mi saw the burnt wounds all over her body, and she screamed in despair and pain. Jian Mi woke up from the terrifying dream, turned on the light, went to the kitchen refrigerator to get a glass of ice water and drank it in gulps. She felt like she was covered in cold sweat. Maybe it was because she had been undergoing various disaster relief training in the DDA recently, so her nerves were always tense.

Mahiraga: The snake god in Buddhist legend, with a human body and a snake head, is one of the eight deities of Buddhist gods. They were originally abdominal creatures, but due to their low intelligence and ignorance and desire, they were able to attain enlightenment and reborn as gods. The wind squeezed in through the crack in the door, making a "whistle" sound, like a poisonous snake with evil intentions. Xiao Zuo couldn't help but shudder as he listened. He looked at his friend Ding Yuqin who was snoring lightly next to him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly - the storyteller was fast asleep, but the listener was insomnia - there are always those who have bad intentions in this world.

Behind Sagamihara Station on the Japan Railway's Yokohama Line is YED, the U. S. Army's Sagami General Supply Depot. It was a base that caused social problems by transporting military vehicles to Vietnam. At about 8 o'clock in the evening on October 1, a fire broke out in Misangcao Town, not far from YED. Due to a long period of clear skies and dry weather, the fire spread quickly. The fire scene was a bungalow house, which was quickly burned down. About five minutes after the fire was discovered, Sagamihara City fire engines rushed to the scene to start extinguishing the fire, but there was a strong east wind that night and they were helpless. Firefighters had to focus on preventing the fire from spreading too quickly, and a body was later found at the scene of the fire.

Kinnara: Sanskrit word KIMNARA means "music god" and "god of song". He plays Dharma music and is one of the music gods of the heavens. Kinnara is divided into men and women. The male has a horse head and the female has a dignified appearance, a beautiful voice and is good at dancing. Kinnara is also called "human and inhuman" because of the horns on his head. "I hold the sword to cut off the sorrow and take you to a worry-free country. You escaped before the battle, leaving me alone. Some people say that your loneliness that does not belong to me is the devil hidden in your heart, and you need mercy to extradite..." The screen lights up, and the song ends. - Some people are indifferent, and some people shed tears.

"Thank you for your hard work." "The next step is up to you." Koichi Kaminaga said as he walked towards the inside of the convenience store. The rest of the work can be left to the deputy store manager and temporary workers. It's a little cold in the corridor. After walking a few steps inside, we arrived at the office next to the back door. Kaminaga lit up a cigarette, fiddled with the remote control, and turned on the heater. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was now eleven thirty at night, half an hour before the appointed time. Zengmei will definitely be waiting there early as usual, so there is no need to worry. As a woman, it pays to be anxious. It's only a five-minute walk from here to the agreed-upon location, and then there's a whole day of free time. Kaminaga came to the chair and sat down, took out a bottle of brandy from the glove cabinet, and poured himself a glass.

The story seems to have happened one afternoon in late October 1967. This year, winter in Harbin came very early, and it was already freezing and snowing before November. The Songhua River that divides the city into the north and south banks also froze early. The ice surface hundreds of meters wide looked completely white, like a layer of fog between the sky and the earth. The sledge flew away on the smooth ice, and the figures of the three people became three small dots on the ice in the blink of an eye. Although Jiangbei and Jiangnan are separated only by the Songhua River, they are worlds apart. The south bank is the main urban area of ​​Harbin, while the north bank is a remote and remote area.

The floating corpses in the Dongting were sparkling in the water, and at the foot of the green hills, a passenger ship passed leisurely. Several birds spread their wings across the sky, the blue and clear sky seems to be connected with the lake water, and the beauty of Dongting Lake is unobstructed. "Ragged clothes, do you think this idiot Xie Youhan has got a wife?" The girl in red stood on the bow of the boat, with her hands on her hips, looking fierce. "That stinky drunkard is really good for nothing except the spicy chicken feet. This time, I might drag you drinking for three days and three nights and turn you into an drunkard too!" Although her tone was fierce, she was so beautiful that she only made people feel playful and cute. Beside her, the man in white smiled slightly: "Being drunk in Qingmengju is a dream for many people."

According to legend, there is a kind of music god called Gandharva who does not eat earthly food and only uses aroma as nourishment. "Gandharva" means "unpredictable" in Sanskrit. The aroma and music are vague and elusive, so people call the mirage Gandharva City. The sound of the high heels hitting the ground was like a coquettish little hand beating a drum frivolously, every step and every sound, all to enchant all living beings. Xiao Zuo always kept a considerable distance from the woman. He tried his best to look like a passerby rather than a stalker. He did not dare to get too close. His intuition told him that the girl in front of him had nerves as sensitive as a rabbit. If she escaped from his sight, he might never see her again.