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There is a small town called Rani in the west of Niigata Prefecture. It is close to the sea, but it cannot directly see the sea because of the dense forest surrounding it. Huan is a relatively backward area. There are only a few vending machines in the town, and you still can't choose hot or cold ones. There is a bridge in Huan Town. Under the bridge is a cracked river. There used to be a river flowing to the ocean. But the strange thing is that this dry scene only occurs under the bridge and within a limited area around it. Green farmland has been planted a little further away, which makes the entire bridge look even more desolate. This bridge and the river below are of great significance to the people living in Huan. It divides Huan into two parts, named Shanghuan and Xiahuan according to the height of the terrain.

The story takes place in Shanghai in the 1940s, a place where prosperity, corruption, and luxury coexist, with sinful smiles and vicious plots. Life is like foreign wine in a glass bottle. You have to enjoy it, but you must not get drunk first, because after being drunk, you may never wake up again, and you may never be able to open your eyes and look at the hazy light of the world. The gray sky is brewing with thunderstorms, and the sultry summer heat brings with it a depressing atmosphere. The door of Ruan's house is closed, surrounded by a European-style metal fence with exquisite and intricate carvings of flowers and vines. The surface has just been repainted with a layer of dark gold paint, which is somewhat incompatible with this ancient house. The ivy in the courtyard blocks some of the windows on the second floor.

In "The Last Case", Sherlock Holmes and his old enemy Professor Moriarty had a decisive battle at the Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland, and both fell into the waterfall. My friend's misfortune made me heartbroken and unable to run the clinic. I also became indifferent to my beloved wife Mary Morstan beside me, and I was in a daze all day long. As the saying goes, time heals psychological wounds. I began to record the detective experiences of Sherlock Holmes in my memory, but these memories were scattered, especially about his early life, which were indirect and unsystematic. By chance, I learned that one of the earliest cases handled by Holmes was about the theft of the Nativity by the famous Dutch painter Rembrandt.

The old eunuch Mi fell to the ground, and he finally shook the bucket up, but... There was a person inside! The third watch has passed, and the night is as cold as water. To the west of the Wenhua Palace, some people stood scattered. They were the imperial guards in the palace. I was on duty at night and it was freezing cold. I stood under the door for half the night. I felt my body was stiff and numb, as if it had been separated from my body. "Master Zhao, it's freezing. Please stand inside." The newly transferred Li Sande's voice was shrill. I turned my head slightly, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "It's windy outside, so be careful of your health." Before Li Sande finished speaking, I heard a cold snort in my ear: "You are so considerate, even the rest of us are getting warm."

The town of Foluo at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain opened its city gate early, and various snacks were sold on both sides of the streets in the city. Li Si entered a noodle shop, and the giant shadow of Qingcheng that could not be seen in the distance through the low eaves had become hazy and unclear. Li Si had barely eaten two mouthfuls of noodles when he suddenly heard the noise coming from the other side. He raised his head and looked over. Opposite is an inn, with the four words "Qingcheng Inn" written on the plaque. There were several people making a noise in the inn. A young girl stood at the door of the inn with her arms akimbo. She had a heroic appearance and two sword-shaped eyebrows rising into her temples. The innkeeper and several waiters were confronting the girl. Li Si noticed that there was another girl with an outstanding appearance sitting at a table not far from the girl. She had a slightly sick look on her pretty face. She was wearing a green skirt, while the heroic girl was wearing a red dress.

He quickly discovered the source of the blood. On the far left side of the fourth floor of the file display shelf, there was a kraft paper file bag. The blood seeped out of this paper bag. Part of it continued to spread along the steel frame, while the other part dripped down. Late at night, the lights were still on in the police records room. The old administrator Gu Huidong walked towards the door with heavy steps. In a few days, he will retire. He has worked in this place for forty years. The night before leaving, he deliberately sat in the office for a few more hours. "Da." Gu Huidong heard the sound of water, and the sound of water drops dripping from top to bottom onto the floor. There was no sign of any leaks from the ceiling, while the dripping sound continued.

Since I was born, I have experienced many wonderful things, gone to many special places, met many strange people, and now I am also engaged in some unusual work. I don't know that one day, I suddenly had a sudden idea: it would be good to write stories about the interesting things I encounter in life and share them with everyone, right? After that, I just did it - so behind every seemingly bizarre story, in fact, there may be something factual. Hope you all like it.

It was not that Gu Zhu had never thought about committing suicide. He knew that besides him, his sister Gu Bai and his mother Sun Siyan also wanted to die. The only person in the family who didn't want to die was his father Gu Zhuo. He looked at the clock. It was almost 12 o'clock and it was time for Gu Bai to take medicine. He picked up a glass of water and pills and walked to Gu Bai's room. He knew that his sister was sensible and obedient, but after being tortured by illness for a long time, she had learned to "deliberately" forget to take her medicine, and he would also gently scold her with a smile. At the same time, he didn't know if it was the right thing to force his sister to live in this world. When passing by the piano room, he heard a resentful piano sound coming from inside, like the God of Death's advice whispering in his ears.

"Hey! What an interesting pigeon!" Tomie Tsugami narrowed his eyes happily when he saw the local products brought back by Takeo Motoyama from this trip. Her eyes were not big before, but now it was as if she had closed them. Tomie collects puppets and various folk toys produced in various places. Her arts and crafts display shelves are filled with puppet toys. These gadgets are brought back by people in the company when they travel to various places. "This is a toy racing pigeon from Shinshu Nozawa Onsen. It is made from the vines of wild papaya. What is particularly important to mention is that this racing pigeon was produced by the local 'King of Pigeons'. The old man spent his whole life making pigeons, and the number he could make every day was only about two, which shows how precious they are."

Irina confirmed that the last page of the document was indeed burned to ashes, and then she no longer cared about the frantic knocking on the door outside. "Damn it! This damn Soviet woman doesn't know what she used to push the door up from the inside!" A German soldier kicked the door that was still motionless, and then turned back to report to his superiors, "Maybe it's the sofa, maybe it's the dining table, and who knows, it could be the man who slept with her last night!"

A case occurred in Wanzhou City. The victim was Li Shanshan, a student at Wanzhou Normal University. She was a part-time model in an online store. Criminal police captain Shen Deli asked trainee female detective Cen Xixi to interview psychiatrist Fei Dalei, hoping that he would help analyze the murderer's motive. After accepting the task, Fei Dalei visited the scene of the crime. He used his professional knowledge to make a psychological portrait of the murderer and analyzed that the murderer took away the victim's calf. Not long after, technicians salvaged the missing calf from the river at the scene, causing Shen Deli to lose confidence in Fei Dalei. Later, the outcome of the case proved that Fei Dalei's judgment was correct. In this way, Fei Dalei assisted the criminal police captain Shen Deli and the trainee female criminal police officer Cen Xixi in continuously solving a series of cases, and constantly fell into different troubles...

A "Gypsy version" of "Schindler's List", a "Truman World" built with lies, just for the 400 lives that flow quietly in lies... The American legal defense novel "Deep Throat", following the nightmare attack of "The Innocent Sinner", is terrifying to think about! Bill Ten Boom, a former law firm partner who was over fifty years old, got divorced and resigned. On the recommendation of an old friend, he came to the International Court of Justice in The Hague and started a new life. After arriving, he immediately threw himself into the case of the massacre of hundreds of Gypsies in Balupura in 2004. During this period, he gained a new perspective and understanding of the world in which he lived, and searched for justice in the complex political and military forces. At the same time, he exceeds the boundaries of his work and falls in love with the charming gypsy lawyer Esma, only to discover that it was all a scam. The frustrated Boom also experienced greater setbacks at work...

Girls' friendship and vows, jealousy and revenge, secrets that should have sunk in the black sea surface, surfaced many years later. The past you are running from will one day catch up with you. Frankie and Sophie, good sisters who grew up together in a seaside town, have agreed to move out of town at the same time to experience a colorful life in the outside world. However, on a summer night when she was 21 years old, Sophie mysteriously disappeared at the old pier, and no one saw her again. Eighteen years later, Frankie, who left her hometown alone and was enjoying the city life as she wished, suddenly received news from the small town: a shoe floated from the sea, which was the same as the one Sophie was wearing when she disappeared that night. Frankie immediately returned home to find out what was going on. Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of her was her long-dead friend Sophie, who was still the same as she was eighteen years ago... The shadows of the past gradually dissipated, and the secrets and vows that once only belonged to the two slowly emerged from under the sea.

The True Name Police Department hates the word "evaporation" the most. He also often said to the boy Nobuyuki: "When someone comes to report a crime and asks for help to find a person who ran away from home, and says that the person has evaporated, I can't help but say, is that a person? People can't evaporate like water bubbles, right? My subordinates would just snicker and say, it's started again. How should I put it? This statement is a bit frivolous and cruel. Maybe I am a bit like an old stubborn!"

The setting sun in autumn penetrated the large criminal police office through the glass window and reflected on the ground, forming a scratch of light and shadow. I stood up from the computer and gave a newly typed "Case Investigation Report" to Captain Nan Sidao who was in the office for review. Nan Sidao was looking at a dossier attentively at this time. "You seem to have been studying this case file all day?" I pointed to the file that Nan Sidao was holding in his hand and asked, "Are there any doubts about this case?" "No, no, you know that this case has been closed and the criminal has been punished as he deserves." Nan Sidao put out the cigarette butt, put down the file in his hand, took my investigation report and said, "I just want to find some patterns in the criminal record of this habitual thief."

At Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing, the square that symbolizes the shape of a sailing ship's bow is empty and quiet, with tourists in twos and threes strolling around carelessly. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. In Chongqing in September, the summer heat has not completely subsided. It is usually around seven o'clock in the evening when the number of tourists in the square gradually increases. A young woman randomly chose a seat for three people and sat down, facing the sculpture in the square that she could not explain the meaning of. She stared blankly, looking through other people's eyes, not knowing whether she was looking at the sculpture or the sculpture was looking at her. Later, someone really hoped that the sculpture was watching her, recording her every move, watching everything that happened around her.

The entire paper is white and flawless, with a lily drawn in the lower right corner with blue and black ink. The words were printed with a printer, in regular script, with various emoticons. It was initially determined that the author was between twelve and twenty years old. Zhou Zhou Xiaoming has pretty features and a fair appearance. After graduation, he opened a second-hand book rental bookstore in a small alley in the old town of City A. Follow the winding bluestone path and go in. The bookstore rents books downstairs and people live upstairs. There is a waste recycling point on the left and a grocery store on the right. However, Boss Zhou is a bad person. In the first month after opening, someone pulled the power switch. In the second month, he went to the street to pay the water and electricity bill, and the flower pot on the high-rise building fell, which almost prevented him from having to pay the water and electricity bill forever. In the third month, he put an evil charm on the glass, but the glass was smashed.

If you cheat life, your life will only be brilliant at the moment of death. If you deceive yourself, no matter how brilliant your life is, you are just a zombie. If you cheat on love, then you will not have a soul after death. If life is full of deception, what's the use of holding on to it? It's better to follow the path of death. For me, it's the end of deception. For you, this has just begun. It's best not to mix beer and liquor, as it may make you dizzy. This was Gao Yi's first reaction after waking up. The moonlight crept in drunkenly through the open window, slumped on the double bed, and became a sheet that would never be wrinkled. Gao Yi turned over and lay on his back, spreading his arms and legs as wide as possible, forming a "big" character. There is no Lu Hong around. This was his second reaction.

May 26th, around 8pm. In the cafe on the first floor of Lemin Department Store, a pair of fashionable men and women were chatting happily with soft music, soft lights and red candles lit in goblets in front of them. The atmosphere at the table near the floor-to-ceiling glass was somewhat disharmonious. The woman's face was as dark as water, and she was talking endlessly. The man opposite her was obviously not a good listener. He looked careless, playing with a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand, and turning his head out of the window from time to time to admire the street view outside. The man sitting not far away has been spying on what's going on here. His hands were placed under the table, holding a high-performance imported camera. The man by the window suddenly became impatient and rudely interrupted the woman's speech.

The Standing Committee of the Yanmen Municipal Party Committee had been open for less than an hour. Wei Honggang, secretary of the municipal party committee who presided over the meeting, suddenly received a small note from the secretary-general of the municipal party committee: The provincial leaders have something important to see you in the conference lounge. Please announce the adjournment of the meeting for ten minutes, and then go to the lounge immediately to meet with the provincial leaders. Wei Honggang, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, took a look at the note and thought about it for a long time without saying a word. At this time, the deputy mayor in charge of education and health was reporting on relevant work, and it looked like it would take ten minutes to finish. He originally wanted to ask the Secretary-General which provincial party committee leader came, but the Secretary-General put down the note and left. At this time, he was standing expressionlessly at the door of the Standing Committee Meeting Room, waiting for him.

The municipal party secretary's "double regulation" not only caused a major earthquake in the local political scene, but also put his relatives in trouble. Mianmian, the niece whom the municipal Party committee secretary loves very much, is in her third year at a key high school in the city. She was once a key training target of the school and held several positions as a class cadre, league cadre and school cadre. At this moment, she is facing the crisis of being ordered to drop out of school. Mianmian's parents, the sister and brother-in-law of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, had nothing to do with the corruption of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, but they were also affected. Many problems that were not problems to them before have now become big problems that they cannot get around. Just when they were struggling, the son of the municipal party secretary, who was in the third grade of junior high school, was injured again...

In the Furong Villa in Yecheng, a young man staggered from the darkness in the distance. His eyes were also filled with floating black, like sharp bats flying in his pupils. His eyes came into contact with the red door of Furong Villa, which was three feet away. A group of more than a dozen blue-clothed detectives gathered outside Furong Villa, hesitantly looking inside. "Where is Capt. Sun?" One of the spies asked. "He followed an unknown person into Furong Villa. When Capt. Sun left, we were asked to stay and no one was allowed to go in." "So, we don't have to go in?" The leader was An Hui, an old cop from the Yecheng Yamen. Except for Capt. Sun, the other young cops followed An Hui's lead.

It was eleven o'clock at noon when I saw Gu Qianlin. It was pouring rain outside the police station. Gu Qianlin was sitting in his office of the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team, with Detective Lin Dong standing in front of him. My name is Zhuo Xitong, and I am a writer of detective mystery novels. I met Gu Qianlin during an accidental case, and we became good friends after that. Gu Qianlin often invited me to participate in his detective work. Just last month, I wrote a novel about his detection of a murder case. After receiving the royalties, I made an appointment to treat him to dinner, and the time was scheduled for noon today, so even on the most annoying day of heavy rain, I still came to Gu Qianlin's office on time.

A woman in a blue dress died in a cabin at home. This was a tragic incident that happened one summer day in a two-story white wooden building. There is a small room next to the lobby on the first floor, which is fully decorated with models of the entire building. It is known as the "Doll's House" in the world. Its surrounding environment, topography and architectural style are exactly the same as the original, but it is only a 1/12th smaller version of the original. The remains of the deceased lie in the courtyard of the "Doll's House". This cabin has no windows. If the door that is the only entrance and exit is locked from the inside, the only thing leading to the outside is the two main doors of the "Doll's House" installed on the wall of the cabin.

After Lotta packed everything, she took some time to put her luggage back in the room. She opened the closet and it was full of clothes and pants that had been randomly rubbed in. Each piece looked like old sauerkraut taken out of the pickle jar. She made a cabinet and threw the old clothes with tags into the trash can. Then she folded the clothes in the suitcase neatly and put them in the cabinet. Before she had time to clear away the various leftover potato chip bags on the coffee table in the living room, the phone rang when it wouldn't. The action of opening the flip phone was her favorite gesture, and the number showed that there was a stranger on the other end of the phone. "Hello!" It was a boy's voice, excitement mixed with uneasiness. He had obviously been thinking about something he had practiced hundreds of times before, but he didn't dare to say it out, just waiting for the other person's reaction.

Gao Jian's company implements a weekend system. That autumn, he established a close relationship with Midori Yano, a female staff member in the same department. At that time, the company organized young employees to travel to the mountainous areas near Tokyo. Unexpectedly, he and Yano Midoriko got separated from the company's team, and they were left alone wandering in the mountains. Colleagues later teased them for colluding in advance. Not really, they did fall behind because they were walking too slowly. However, this unexpected opportunity caused the relationship between the two to heat up rapidly, and soon they reached the point of discussing marriage.

On May 19, 2003, outside the Graf jewelry flagship store on New Bond Street in London, a young man took a few glances into the store. He was less than thirty years old, with blond hair and a slim waist, and a figure like an acrobat. He didn't talk to anyone, and he didn't go into the store to look at jewelry. He hung around for about five minutes and then left silently. Surveillance cameras clearly recorded the entire process. This person is Ujosevic, the backbone of the international jewelry thief "Pink Panther". He was born in a small fishing village in Montenegro. He once organized and planned a series of jewelry robberies, and this time he came to check on them.

At six o'clock in the morning, a piercing siren suddenly sounded. While I was still sleeping soundly under the covers, I felt agitated all over and quickly transitioned from a deep sleep to a semi-awake state. The sirens were getting louder and faster, and the red lights were flashing. Despite my one hundred and twenty reluctances, I quickly got out of the hot bed, stumbled to the coffee table where my phone was placed, quickly grabbed my phone and pressed the answer button. "Hey, lazy guy, get up quickly and meet at Nanhu Park at 6:10." A stern order came from the mobile phone. At this moment, I had completely gotten rid of the entanglement of sleep and was in a waking state. I quickly begged: "Officer Yan, can you give me five more minutes? At least let me put on my clothes."

Aidan Carver looked the detective straight in the eye. Although there were only two of them sitting in the dimly lit and cold interrogation room, Aidan knew very well that there was an audience outside the double-sided glass. "What's going on, Aidan?" Detective Lachance of the Paris Police Department asked coldly. "As I said, I don't know how that damn necklace got to me. Last night, Gia Venturi showed up in my hotel room wearing this ruby ​​necklace, and I have no idea why she didn't take it with her when she left." "Is this the same Gia Venturi that the insurance company hired you to investigate two weeks ago?" Lachance asked sarcastically. Aidan nodded. Lachance asked again, "If I remember correctly, you proved that her apartment was burglarized, the jewelry she was not wearing that night was indeed stolen, and you ruled out the suspicion of fraud, and now you are telling me that she was setting you up?" Lachance raised his eyebrows.

Lucy arrives on the outskirts of the West Yorkshire town of Glasbury and finds 12 Acacia Road. She got out of the car and pressed the intercom on the security door. The security door opened automatically, and Lucy drove the car onto the wide private driveway. Lucy had not yet made up her mind whether to take the case, but the offer was irresistible. The front door opened, revealing the well-kept face of a blond woman in her forties. From the white short-sleeved top and dark blue sports trousers she was wearing, Lucy judged that Mrs. Grace had just come out of the gym. "I'm Stella." Mrs. Grace smiled and held out her hand.

Ming Fengzhen stood at the door of the ward. White door. She put her hand on the handle. At this moment, it seemed to turn black - like a black hole that suddenly appeared and immediately sucked away all her courage. Ming Fengzhen took a few steps back, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and began to pant. "What's wrong?" The nurse looked at Ming Fengzhen with concern. She was sweating heavily on her forehead. "Why do you feel bad? I'll call the doctor." "No, no need..." Ming Fengzhen closed her eyes. The nurse turned her head and glanced at the door that Fengzhen tried to open but failed to open just now, thoughtfully. "Don't worry too much. Miss Ding just fainted. She is in good physical condition and is not seriously injured. She should wake up soon."

Qin Sen leaned down and hugged the female body wrapped in a black plastic bag tightly with both hands, letting the cold and biting feeling spread on his skin. It was very cold inside the mortuary. The bald old man on duty stamped his feet impatiently to keep warm and shouted irritably: "Hey! It's time to close the door!" Xu Chuan behind him coughed dryly and said: "Mr. Qin..." Qin Sen slowly put down the body and watched the gelatin zipper fly past quickly, burying the cold and pale face in the darkness. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, then he turned around and pushed open the door of the mortuary, and walked out without looking back. Xu Chuan shrugged and followed quickly without saying a word. The sun was blocked behind thick clouds, and the sky looked gray, filled with early winter fog.

While waiting for someone in a coffee shop, I heard people at the next table talking: "I wonder where the prisoner threw that finger?" "Didn't he eat it?" I realized that they were talking about my brother's case, but what I couldn't bear was that they used such a frivolous tone. My younger brother Natsuki Niiyama was a budding piano performer who played popular music. His sudden death has been "publicized" by various media for more than a month, because now is the media's "material dry period" - a period at the end of the year and the beginning of the year when there are few big events to hype. At this time, a case like my brother's happened, which naturally attracted people's attention. In the past year, Natsuki had no musical activities, which made his fans and staff around him worried. However, he was killed just after his comeback performance. Naturally, the media could not let go of this explosive news.

Alas, everything went very smoothly that night, but then, things changed. You know, every summer we drive back to this place in Indiana many times. There are countless stars twinkling in the sky, and the weather is so warm that you can put down the top and cruise around all night long. However, just after midnight, I parked my black Deuce-nosed 29 sports car in the empty parking lot of Lauter Bistro No. 22. Along with an amazing sound, I saw gravel splashing under the wheels. It felt absolutely wonderful.

When I was 6 years old, I fell in love with the gray brick walls in my garden. The big three-story house is not a paradise for princesses and princes like in my mother's fairy tales. It is so big and has so many rooms. I often wake up crying at night and have to walk for a long time before I can reach my parents' room. Once, I fell down and cried for a long time before my mother heard me.

When Chang Yin and Nan Sheng turned fifteen, their parents returned to Linglong Lane. Yu Liansheng was more than a year younger than them. He would tell Chang Yin and Nan Sheng everything he heard from his father who had studied abroad. His tone was calmer than ordinary children. Chang Yin and Nan Sheng often stared at his shining eyes. The sealed library is in the abandoned building complex behind Nan Sheng's house. The day of the accident was no different from the previous ones. Chang Yin, Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng entered the library smoothly and looked for books to read. Nan Sheng and Yu Liansheng watched for a while and started chatting. They were laughing and playing and got a small amount of books, making a lot of noise. Chang Yin was the first to hear the footsteps, and even the always bold Nan Sheng was so scared that he held his breath.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and a large group of people were walking on the official road. "Hey, you said the leader is so mysterious, what exactly is he taking this time?" An escort wiped his sweat and asked in a low voice. "I don't know what it is, but I heard it's a bit evil!" The person next to him suddenly became energetic. "Wang Hu got up last night and went to the pit to take a sneak peek inside the escort car. But - what did you say you saw?" "What?" The person in front of him opened his eyes nervously. The chief escort walked over with a dark face, and several people suddenly did not dare to speak. "Lingzhou is ahead." The chief escort said in a deep voice, "There must be no mistakes!" A low and suppressed thunder suddenly came from the distance. The weather changes at will, and soon the heavy rain will roll down, hitting people's arms painfully.

The day after Uncle Wu Ming was killed, I received a letter from my father. After unfolding the letter, I was not very surprised. On the contrary, my mood was surprisingly calm, and then there was an indescribable cold feeling - not only due to the weather in the twelfth lunar month, but also probably related to the description of Uncle Ming's death in the letter. My father wrote this part in great detail, but I didn't read it carefully. I packed it up hastily and got on the train back home. Wusong is not that far from Shanghai. Even for horses with weak legs, it probably only takes half a day. Trains are naturally several times faster than horses. However, the Songhu Railway was built in 1876, which means it is more than sixty years old. The rails are old and the iron box does not dare to do anything arbitrarily. In the end, it's not much different from riding a horse. But that doesn't matter to me. I could just read my father's letters again on the way and maybe find a clue or two.

On Christmas Day, Shi's mother decided to take Shi Jun to the artist's party that day to look for candidates for her future daughter-in-law. As the son of a first-class composer and a first-class performer, Shi Jun, who has no artistic ability, feels very sad. It was held in a detached villa on the outskirts of the city. The owner was Claude Kitt, an Englishman who served as the head of the Western Percussion Department at the Conservatory of Music. It is said that Mr. Kitt, who is over fifty years old, has just married a girl nineteen years younger than him. There is a Christmas tree over one meter high placed in the courtyard, with twinkling lights, highlighting the colors of Christmas.

The universe is like an eternal snake biting its own tail. Walking on the railway track, Gao Yi suddenly thought of these words. The rusty railway track also looked like a big python at this time, winding forward with no end or end in sight. The weeds on both sides had withered to the point where only the roots were left, exposed on the red soil, spreading bare and ugly, covering the hills on both sides of the railway track. There are no trees nearby, and you can see the higher mountains behind the low hills. A round of setting sun leaned behind one of them, almost falling. If everything in the world, including the universe, can cycle over and over again, can I go back to the past by biting my own tail at the cost of devouring my own body? There is a snake game on your phone. The rule of the game is that the snake's head can never touch its own tail. This rule is very simple, one move can determine life or death, even children can play it.

On the streets where it was raining heavily, the number of pedestrians dropped sharply. People without rain gear hurried into shopping malls or ran to the eaves to take shelter from the rain, while some panicked and grabbed taxis. Yin Lili quickly became a drowned rat. Her snow-white professional skirt was stained with mud and water. The high heels under her feet twisted, causing her to fall to the ground in embarrassment. "Miss, are you okay?" A passerby kindly extended his hand to her. Yin Lili raised her face that was washed pale by the rain. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was crying. She got up, bowed slightly to the person who helped her, and then limped towards the bus stop. At eight o'clock in the evening, the rain had stopped. Yin Lili walked into an alley.

I had never met James Ashton before, but I absolutely hated the man. He is the husband of a friend of mine. My friend's name is Elena. Every time Elena came to work, her eyes always had a black ring, and there were always bruises on her wrists, which made me hate him even more. I haven't seen Elena for a while and I miss her a lot. Our temperaments have been compatible since she came to work at Reed's Dry Cleaners. I took jobs at the front desk and she did the repair work. Because the store is so small, we were almost on top of each other.

The sky outside was dark, as if the end was coming. A dazzling bright edge cut across the sky, the rumbling thunder was deafening, and huge raindrops knocked on the window glass of the twenty-second floor, making a crackling sound, and the heavy rain poured down like a flood. The woman leaned against the window and stared at the man huddled in the corner. What would be the consequences if he were pushed out of this window right now? She hesitated. The thunderstorms in the hot summer may not last long, so we must make up our minds immediately. The man seemed to move. His hands were bound by ropes and clasped behind his back, face down, and his body slumped to the floor. "Where is this?" The man's voice seemed to come from a distant cave, hot and humid.

The sky suddenly changed when the car drove out of Baicheng. The clear sky was extinguished by dark clouds. The vultures that were soaring in the sky a second ago disappeared into the gray black. The car, probably affected by the bad weather, also lost its temper. The last two puffs of foul air came out of the exhaust pipe, and the car body rushed forward and came to a complete stop. Li Zhen smashed the steering wheel and turned the key hard. The engine choked, completely stalled, and could not start. "Fuck." Li Zhen swore, grabbed a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. After sitting there and smoking half a cigarette, he got out of the car and opened the hood to study the cause of the fire. Unfortunately, he had no research on car repairs at all. After looking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, and even made his hands full of oil.

Tokuyuki Nishimura. A native of Takamatsu, Japan, born in 1930, his main works include: "The Avengers of No Return" and "The Hunt". The name Nishimura Toshiyuki became familiar to Chinese readers only in the 1980s, when the movie of the same name (the Chinese film was translated as "The Hunt") adapted from his work "Cross the Angry River" was released in mainland China. For a time, the image of the hero and heroine became popular all over the country. Du Qiu's perseverance, heroism and Mayumi's tenderness and infatuation have been recognized and loved by many old, middle-aged and young audiences. Because of "Manhunt", Nishimura Toshiyuki and leading actor Takakura Ken became popular idols together.

Boys have always had a hero complex. When I was a child, I listened to the big boys bragging, either saying that Sun Wukong was great or that Li Xiangyang was very capable, so when playing games, everyone wanted to be like these people. However, it would be annoying to always pretend to be Sun Wukong or Li Xiangyang. Once, a child said that he should pretend to be Hu Dayangan. At that time, no one knew who Hu Dayangan was, so someone asked, and the child said that Hu Dayangan was a local policeman a hundred years ago, and he was very capable. Those thieves and robbers had a saying: "If you are not afraid of the earth or the sky, you are afraid of the Hu family."

Tuckerman stopped Kyle in the aisle in the afternoon and said to him: "Bring me a piece of soap, a big square, brand new one. I want to see it before dinner." The red-haired boy opposite reflexively shrank his shoulders and looked at him with frightened eyes. There was no doubt that Tuckerman was a dangerous person in his eyes. He is thin and powerful, with a white skin that has not seen the light of day for a long time. His messy hair is combed back like a flag. His hair color is pure dark brown, and his eyes always shine with a kind of fanatical light like a mad artist.

May is not fat, but July is sad. It all started when I was inspired by summer clothes while shopping on Taobao, and angrily joined a swimming association organized online in order to lose weight. At that time, a girl happened to quit the team. She held my hand at the orientation and said nervously: "This swimming team can only have eight members because of water ghosts. If there is one more person, something will happen. If there are new people coming, you can also quit. Believe it or not." City A historically thrived on waterways. Along the Baishui River, water networks extend in all directions. In this era of convenient transportation, the river has lost its original important status. Riverside parks have been built on both sides of the river and transformed into places for citizens to relax and entertain. This gave birth to many folk swimming groups.

The Xijiang River has traversed several provinces since ancient times, and its water system connects Guangdong and Guangxi. There is an old city on the north bank called "Yumenfang". It has been erected on the river for hundreds of years. Because of its high terrain, when the tide rises every spring and summer, it looks like an isolated island floating in the sky and water, and has never been swallowed up by floods. The elders in the neighborhood said that it was thanks to the "Chongtian Pagoda" erected on the stone hill outside Yumenfang: Legend has it that fifty years ago, the Xijiang River was flooded for many years, and a Qingwu warlock came all the way "looking for dragons".