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No one here in Li House believes me. I think this may be the reason why what I tell is the truth. They even used lie detectors. Even the machines believed me, but they still didn't believe me, saying that the accuracy of the lie detector was only 98%, and I might be the remaining desperate 2%. I remember that the definition of truth in the book is that what the speaker believes is the truth. I don't agree with, for example, "God be with you". For devout believers, this is an out-and-out truth, but for me, this is nonsense. I had never seen God in my vision. "I really don't know where the money is."

An eerie man in black suddenly appeared at Gordon's door. He said in a toneless, gloomy and creepy voice: "I'm going to kill you, Gordon! I'm going to kill you!" Gordon was trembling with fright at this sudden and gloomy terror, and his originally healthy and rosy face suddenly turned pale; he fell stiffly into the big chair next to the table, his big fat hands tightly grasping the corners of the table, and exclaimed: "Jackson!" The murderer in black burial clothes had a murderous look on his face, looked straight ahead, and stretched his hands toward Gordon like eagle talons, getting closer and closer. Gordon screamed again: "Stop! Jackson, what did I do to you?" The answer was still the same monotonous and harsh sentence: "I'm going to kill you, Gordon!"

The crowd suddenly became restless. Several people in charge on the stage tried their best to suppress the situation, but all their efforts seemed to be in vain. In the end, they could only dance funny on the stage. But she still maintained her previous posture, placing her hands restlessly on the podium, and it could be clearly seen that they were shaking slightly. Under the eyes full of anxiety, on both sides of the tip of the small nose, the wings of the nose kept rising and falling with the breathing. The lips were slightly raised and closed, as if praying silently. The whole person seemed to exude a faint sadness.

Tomaszewski was tired, he felt exhausted. Even though he was driving his stolen Volkswagen along Corte-Schulmacher Strasse at considerable speed, he kept closing his eyes. He had to close his eyes for a while before he could continue to endure the waves of painful fatigue. As much as he tried not to cry, tears flowed to his upper lip. The Jim he had just drank had given him a very strong sense of self-pity. Why didn't he have the strength to abandon everything and pursue the peace he longed for? Why didn't he die as a child, say, twelve years old, before life had laid its full weight on his shoulders?

The February morning was bone-chillingly cold. Before dawn, a figure flashed across the slopes of the Sierra Mountains. He moved gently like a ghost among the frost-covered trees. The pine needles stung his cheeks like sharp nails. He stopped, carefully pushed aside a branch and looked down the mountain. Through a gap in the forest, the dim lake surface can be vaguely seen. His eyes swept across the lake, carefully determining his position. The hut was still under the cover of night, and only a little light on the other side of the lake could be seen in the distance, like a twinkling star. That light must be at the commercial dock. His destination was not far away. The forested slopes are very steep and extend all the way to the lake shore.

In the late autumn of 1892, I had the opportunity to solve another case brilliantly with my good friend Sherlock Holmes. My wife has been in poor health recently, and I had a hard time convincing her to go to Switzerland to recuperate, accompanied by her old school friend Kate Whitney. I guess you still remember the name Kate Whitney. She appeared in the case I published before titled "The Man with the Crooked Lip". My medical business has been booming recently, which has kept me busy for several months. I really want to take a vacation to rest. But I don't want to be away from my job for too long, and I have no intention of living in the Alps for a long time. Later, I promised my wife that I would accompany her there for a short break for a week or ten days, and she agreed to come down. At that time, I had an old patient whose condition was quite serious. It was not until the end of August that he started to recover. So I safely entrusted the business to a temporary doctor and began to think about the best place to go on vacation.

Ashikawa Yuko stood at the door. In order to stabilize her emotions, Xizi took a deep breath. The time was half past six in the evening, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness. Among the many buildings of the same style, the home of actress Mi Sanada looks particularly magnificent. Ashikawa Yuko rang the doorbell, and after a sound of footsteps and a "coming" reply, Sanada Mi opened the door with brisk steps. She was a beauty in her twenties, exuding a youthful atmosphere. "I am Ashikawa's wife, and I have something to tell you." Upon hearing this, Sanada Mei's face showed a nervous look. "Please come in!" She said and handed over a pair of slippers.

It rained heavily on Sunday. A gust of wind hit, and the willow tree in the courtyard was blown down, and the willow silk whipped the wet ground. "Will this rain ever end?" Gordon Ruhle muttered. He and Maxime were standing on the porch chatting. "It's true," Maxime said with a smile, "Halbich had a date yesterday, so why didn't it rain?" "I'm sorry he didn't dare." Maximeer naturally remembered Gordon's comment about Halbig: This man has the ability to walk through a heavy rain naked without even getting a hair wet.

Mrs. Morlay always thought that if the hand of fate had pointed out to us that afternoon that the Café Martí in Regent Street instead of the Café Lyon was the most preferable place for afternoon tea, M. Culéton might still be alive now. My favorite detective in the Metropolitan Police is Mrs. Morley. She was convinced - and it goes without saying that I believe in her confidence - that she would have prevented the murderer from achieving his goals by striking preemptively and thereby averting one of the most brutal murders ever committed in the heart of London.

The last time the Robbins family was together during their lifetimes was at Greenfield Manor in Maryland. That time, all six children came from all over the country to celebrate the 40th wedding anniversary of their parents, Taylor and Evelyn. Tyler Robbins is 61 years old. He is tall, muscular and has an aggressive aura. He looks to be in his early 50s. He is chairman and president of Robbins Cosmetics Company. Their family's company has billions of assets and is always ranked among the top 20 of the 500 richest companies. Evelyn Robbins was two years younger than her husband. She was an elegant, slim and charming woman who always attracted the attention of men wherever she went. The eldest son, Marshall, 34, was the child who disappointed his father the most.

After dinner, Kui Xiaofu and his wife Ayako were talking in the living room. The couple are both lawyers, and the topics usually involve the cases they undertake. "Now I accepted a strange case, a criminal case." Kui Xiaofu said. "What's the crime?" Ayako asked, crossing her feet in front of the sofa. "Crime of theft. I have never heard of such a strange theft, so I accepted the case rashly. Now I feel that if the public trial starts, the outcome will be unpredictable, and I am worried about this matter." "What kind of person is the defendant?" "A twenty-one-year-old girl, very beautiful. Gee, that girl doesn't look like she is twenty-one at all. She is so innocent... No matter how you look at it, she looks like a teenage girl."

Torikai Matsuko, who lives about a hundred meters away from Futamiura Shrine, ran towards the shrine while shouting. It was exactly 6:05 in the morning, and there was a cold mist floating in the dark clouds of midwinter. "M-Miyaji... Miyaji-san..." Young Yamaguchi, who was cleaning the courtyard in the front yard of the shrine, saw Matsuko shouting to him breathlessly. She was wearing a sweater, suit pants, and a dirty Japanese jacket. Her expression was a little panicked. "What happened?" "Anyway, Mr. Miyaji, you have to go to my house..." Yamaguchi looked inside the shrine in embarrassment, but Matsuko went up the steps and shouted loudly.

Guang Zhongzhao is the household registration officer of the municipal government. It is said to be a city government, but in fact it is just an agency - an office in a new residential area along the private railway. Guangzhong Zhao's workload is very limited. Every morning, he sat in his office with a lunch box prepared by his wife, doing his job mechanically, which was quite relaxing and comfortable. The pastoral scenery still remains around the office. The wind blowing in from the window and the sound of helicopters coming from the distance became his lullaby after lunch. In fact, he often dropped the pencil in his hand on the ground when he was sleepy, but this did not prevent him from completing his work.

Sachiko only realized this in March. It was a bitterly cold and gloomy afternoon. Sachiko often walked side by side with Youji in the streets with arcades and narrow shops in the city center. That day the two of them were walking towards the suburban tram terminal. Yoji is the half-brother of Sachiko's husband, Shoichi, and is twenty-six years old. He is a bachelor who is two years younger than Sachiko. Perhaps due to the nature of his job as an advertising agency producer, he is very sociable. He has a slender figure, always wears a crisp suit, and has more or less the air of a playboy. The two of them had just watched a preview screening of a French movie in a building at the end of the shopping street and were on their way home. Sachiko has been married for more than half a year and has not yet given birth.

Tomaszewski was tired, he felt exhausted. Even though he was driving his stolen Volkswagen along Corte-Schulmacher Strasse at considerable speed, he kept closing his eyes. He had to close his eyes for a while before he could continue to endure the waves of painful fatigue. As much as he tried not to cry, tears flowed to his upper lip. The Jim he had just drank had given him a very strong sense of self-pity. Why didn't he have the strength to abandon everything and pursue the peace he longed for? Why didn't he die when he was still a child, say, twelve years old, before life had laid its full weight on his shoulders?

It's exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. Someone opened the small door at the end of the corridor, looked at the man inside who looked abnormal among the seven or eight deer-headed mice, and waved to him casually, telling him that he could go out. The man didn't seem happy and followed him out in dismay. In the office area, he signed and had his fingerprints printed. The policeman in charge looked at him and seemed to feel that it was a pity for such a man to have five people and six people. He said earnestly: "Don't commit any crime again in the future. He is a good young man. There is nothing wrong with him." Shi Jun dug out the other person's eyes fiercely, threw the pen away and turned away. Huo Gang, who came to ransom someone, said a few polite words to his friend and followed him out unhurriedly.

Just after 10 a. M., The wind picked up. In the lobby of the prefectural hospital, which has a bird's eye view of the coast, there is no hurried scene in the twelfth lunar month - there are no patients queuing up to receive medicines, no visitors to visit patients, and no nurses rushing past like a whirlwind. Whenever I come to this hospital, the scene is the same. There is always an air of isolation in this hospital with its iron-framed windows. This should be the last time I come to this hospital this year! Kaise Masayuki thought this while filling out the visit form. He is the planning investigator of the Police Division of the J County Police Headquarters, with the rank of police inspector. He is 44 years old. In order to implement the organizational reforms in the coming spring, Kaise has countless tasks that must be completed within the year.

"In the end, these green mountains will remember our warmth, and the winter wind will send our thoughts to us in the spring. I hope Matsumoto Shota-kun can live happily in that unknown place to us." After reading this paragraph, the priest in a black coat closed the Bible that was barely used in his hand. He sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and ran to the small SUV parked on the roadside of the mountain. "Thank you all for coming today. Now please follow the car down the mountain. Lunch is ready." A boy who looked like a high school student waved to everyone and shouted loudly, his voice becoming a little confused in the strong wind that blew from time to time. The crowd was bustling and dispersed wider. They each walked towards their cars, and the originally solemn atmosphere became lively.

As soon as Wang Dong opened the car door, he saw the building from a distance, with earth-red walls, dark blue sloping roof, and several windows on the front, which reflected white light spots under the sunlight. Although it was too far away to see clearly, the building was so conspicuous in this wilderness that Wang Dong spotted it at first sight. "It should be right here." Wang Dong took out his luggage from the trunk of the car, then took out his wallet and counted the fare. The driver glanced at the thick stack of banknotes in Wang Dong's wallet, coughed dryly and said with a smile: "Brother, look at this guy who's in the middle of nowhere and has no passengers. He's going back to the city to burn empty gas. Can... Can you add some?" Wang Dong glanced at him and took an extra fifty and handed it to him.

Lu Xiaoci came to Company M to "lurk" and uncover the murderer of a case she witnessed ten years ago. She didn't have to go to such trouble. She only needed to take two days off, wait for the person like a plainclothes policeman by the gate of Company M, and then figure out who that person was. The rest could be left to the police. She only had to be a good witness. Unexpectedly, emergencies followed one after another, and things became more and more complicated. If Lu Xiaoci hadn't been so bored that day that she went to a newly opened restaurant to eat, then she would probably still be hanging around in her original company. The restaurant was full of diners that day, and when the salesperson who had just taken up the job was clumsily bringing a portion of bacon and stir-fried cauliflower, he bumped into a man who was eating at the next table. The moment the man turned back, Lu Xiaoci felt like a 2D movie suddenly changed into a 3D format, and the man's face suddenly popped into Lu Xiaoci's brain.

A large wave suddenly surged up, knocking a ship to one side and almost capsized. On such a stormy night, ordinary ships would have taken shelter in the harbor to avoid the waves. No one knew why this ship went to sea in such weather. This is actually not a small boat, but a lucky boat made in Fujian. Fortune ships have always been famous for their huge size. When the Three Treasures eunuchs went to the West in the early days of the Kingdom, the treasure ships they took were also based on the fortune ship drawings. Although this ship is not as huge as the treasure ship, its hull length exceeds six feet, making it a rare giant ship. However, no matter how big the boat is, it is still no different from a grain of corn in the sea. It is thrown to the top of the waves and sinks to the bottom of the waves. If this ship hadn't been built extremely solidly, it would have fallen apart long ago.

As we enter the depths of winter, the nights also lengthen. Under the gloomy sky in Tokyo, light snow has been falling for several days, and a rare sub-zero low temperature forecast appeared on TV programs. The Chinese dumpling restaurant on the corner reflected orange lights, and the sliding glass door was blurred by the steaming hot air inside. "Okay, your four portions of boiled dumplings plus two portions of fried dumplings." The proprietress looked at the four young people in front of her with a smile. "Thank you!" The young man with dyed flaxen-blond hair took the plate. He was the liveliest one among the group. He had been making trouble since he walked in. His face was a little red after drinking, and his delicate outline gave people the impression that he was still a high school student.

Late at night, a woman in loose clothes stood alone on the rooftop of the building. The wind was strong and kept lifting her clothes and hair. The woman pressed her right hand on her lower abdomen. The changing light of the giant billboard in front intertwined with her expressionless face. From a distance, the little person stood in the middle of the four flame-cast characters of "Mingguang Group", like a black matchstick. Tomorrow Star TV jumps between different news channels. ... A blockbuster release of research results shocked the entire academic world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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