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A used bookstore in the old town received an old Hengdali clock from the Republic of China. Since then, strange things have happened frequently: every midnight, the clock will ring twelve times, and after ringing, the old objects hiding memories will mysteriously disappear. Following clues such as gear marks and photos of fragments left behind by the clock, the shop owner gradually came across the half-life obsession of the original owner, Mrs. Zhao - the "daughter abroad" she was looking for was actually forced to hide due to family secrets, and the "weirdness" of the clock was just a gentle code to convey the old man's longing for a relative. After the adventure in the attic and the exposure of lies, relatives who had been separated for half a century were finally reunited. The last chime of the old clock became a perfect echo across time.

Mohist disciples use peerless mechanism skills to defend the city and face the enemy's cavalry. See how the protagonist uses wisdom and mechanism skills to defend the last line of defense!

A survivor of a massacre fifteen years ago disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the Qiu Mansion, discovering a shocking secret of revenge and love.

The century-old Nuo opera mask carries the blood curse of generations. When the successor of Nuo opera puts on the last mask, the resentful spirit from a hundred years ago awakens, and a revenge spanning time and space begins.

In the eternal night city shrouded in shadow, clockmaker Elias uses his skills in repairing clocks to maintain the remaining time order in the city. When he finds half a rusty silver key in the pocket watch of an unknown corpse, a series of strange events begin to unfold around him - the missing lampkeeper, the talking raven, the contract engraved with thorns, and the blood moon that appears every thirteen days. As Elias gradually uncovers the secrets behind the key, he discovers that he has long been involved in an ancient transaction about souls and memories, and the true darkness of Evernight City is far deeper than he imagined.

When quantum physics meets metaphysics, the observer becomes the object of observation. A modern Taoist priest accidentally gained the ability to travel through parallel universes during a quantum experiment, only to discover that he might just be an experimental subject being observed by higher-dimensional beings.

The night doctor saw the darkness of human nature in the late-night clinic, and the redeemer saw the light of hope at the zero hour. When psychological trauma cannot be healed, Night Doctor must use his professional skills to redeem those injured souls. In the silence of the night, he heard his inner voice, and in the process of redemption, he found his own value.

In the 1980s, a girl wearing a blue shirt walked into a large state-owned factory. From an ordinary female worker to a technical backbone, she wrote her promotion story with wisdom and sweat. In that prosperous era, she not only gained a career, but also gained pure love and friendship.

She is an enemy princess, but she falls in love with the enemy's general. When her country was ruined and her family was destroyed, she was forced to get married, but in Chang'an she met the man who haunted her. The conflict of identities and the hatred of the country and the family made them fall in love and kill each other. When the truth was revealed, she discovered that it was all a huge conspiracy, and she was just a pawn in it.

The mountain village craftsman masters the secret technique of making ink, and the official lady comes to the mountain village to avoid the engagement. They met in the fragrance of ink, and the craftsman's tenderness melted the young lady's defenses. But this cross-class love hides fatal dangers. When the truth is revealed, can they bear the price of this tenderness?

A young man who possesses the power of the Nine-turn Golden Needle steps into troubled times to avenge blood. With one hand of medical skills, he saves the common people, and with the other hand of a golden needle, he cuts off life and death, and in the apocalypse where the plague is raging, he embarks on a path of defying nature and changing his life.

In a world where mirrors and reality are intertwined, Lin Jing is the only mirror hunter who can distinguish between reality and illusion. When he found that his memory was divided into countless mirror fragments, he realized that he had already fallen into a huge puzzle. Image Zero told him: Every image is another possible version of you, and the system is collecting all possibilities.

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In the modern city, the sea of ​​capital and business is surging. Luo Yi was once the prince of the Luo family, but he was framed by Bai Yueguang and his brothers. Reborn as "Good-for-nothing Luo Shao", he was despised and made things difficult for everyone in his family. At this time, he accidentally obtained the future diary and heaven-defying medical skills. The future diary can predict the opponent's movements, and medical skills can cure difficult and complicated diseases. With these, he appeared to be a playboy, secretly planned, and gained the upper hand in the battles with his enemies. And his rival Shen Zhiyi also had sparks with him during the confrontation. In the end, he will surely take power, complete his counterattack from abandoned son to overlord, and reveal the truth about his past life.

Fu Ming's Regrets On a rainy night in late autumn, Shen Nian learned of the terminal diagnosis of gastric cancer and decided to break up with Fu Ming to avoid dragging him down. After the breakup, she moved out of the apartment and the pain of chemotherapy worsened. Fuming learned about Shen Nian's condition and rushed to the hospital, but it was irreversible. After Shen Nian passed away, Fuming compiled his diary, recalled her struggle and love before her death, and finally understood her helplessness and selfishness in leaving.

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Everyone has a small regret in their life, maybe it is bright, regretful, endless, unforgettable... I will record every completely different story. Some emotions are like shackles, full of a sense of fate. They will tease you every minute and every second. Just let this memory be buried deep in your heart, okay?

A few things about Stove King's Day reminded me of my lovely classmates, lively streets, and new things. During the Second Kitchen God Festival, looking back on my past with Ah Zhu, I actually didn't know her that well, and I wanted to force myself into her world, but I never saw her again.

Hunger was carved into his bones, making him bend down to grow grain all his life, but during the harvest, he would always lie on the ground and gnaw uncooked rice first, with tears streaming down his face. After his stupid wife drowned his eldest son, he never cried again, and only silently added a lock to the rice jar. The second son hated the lock and the poor home so much that he never returned. The old man had a splitting headache and went to the city to look for his son. In the traffic, he saw his son walking in a suit and leather shoes. As he was running wildly, a dump truck ran over him. In the pool of blood, he took out the polished rice lock from his pocket and said in a hissing voice: "Son, daddy's life... Rotten your teeth..."

There is a witch who sends ghosts away, holds the curse and goes forward, asking a boy to carry rice. OK

There is no introduction and no need for brevity.

It rained heavily that day, and that was also the day I went to take my Mr. Duan home!

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My girlfriend and I went to a barbecue restaurant to have barbecue, but we were stopped by three drunken burly men, "Bah, it's your blessing that we, Mr. Zhang, can look up to your girlfriend in eight lifetimes. You are such a soft-hearted bitch!"

It turns out that this was all a scam carefully planned by their family. And now, I am reborn.

Three years ago, my brother, the God of War, died in order to save me. My father was angry that I sent troops without permission and blamed me for the mistake. He broke my legs in public and complained about why someone else died instead of me. Even my mother-in-law Zhang's sister-in-law and my nephew, who grew up with me, said nasty things to me and wanted me to pay for my brother's life. Then I really died. Because of a bet between my nephew and others, it was another year's death anniversary, and they still vented their resentment towards me at my brother's memorial tablet, until my brother returned with his pregnant bride. When the disappearing human skin fit perfectly into my bones, they all went crazy.

After resurrecting my life, I heard my mother say to my father: "Her son will be released from prison soon and promised to give us a gift of 300,000 yuan. Hurry up and marry that loser. The end will come in a month." I chuckled and turned around to report the news of the doomsday to the country. A month later, my parents, who owed millions in loan sharks and had a house full of goods, were dumbfounded. The end has not come. The debt collectors threatened to chop off the hands and feet of my parents and younger brother if I didn't pay back the money. I giggled with joy: "Would you like me to cut it for you with my own sword?"

Two years later, I received another WeChat message from my ex-girlfriend, a smiling emoticon. I asked her, are you finally not allergic to my job as a forensic scientist? [For the sake of love, I hope you will dissect me. Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain, you know. ]

"The last chapter has been updated, and the book is complete! I'm going to travel, and I'm connected by the Internet. See you all when we are destined..." At 9:30 in the evening, the author sent a notice to the reader group of a novel I was following. And attached is a photo of half a ticket - train K104, departing late at night. The next second! The reader group interface suddenly went black! [Dear readers and friends, I am the publisher of this rule. Please everyone must abide by the following rules, otherwise, terror will come! A person with the avatar of a black robot suddenly @ all the members. Rule 1: [Please be sure to read the last chapter of this work through authentic channels. Otherwise, terror will come! This person's name is: Publisher.

The vain female leader pretended to be me and tasted pastries at the company meeting. Not only did he secretly wear the family ring, he also rode a pony through the streets. Everyone believed her to be true and praised her crazily. I raised questions and was scolded angrily: "What kind of wild girl did you come from? You don't even have any manners!" "Believe it or not, I called my dad and asked him to sanction you so that you can't live in Guangzhou?" Haha, if you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink. I waved my hand back to invite my parents out. Let's see how she can use such strong words to pretend to be a rich man!

I am an acquired mute who is extremely beautiful in the entertainment industry. The media calls me the angel with broken wings because I can do anything but speak.

At three o'clock in the morning, a pair of strange hands crawled out of my TV screen! It is so real, like a bird's claws, tearing open the screen to reveal a deep black hole in the middle! In the black hole are shining scarlet eyes. The bird-claw-like hand pressed the switch of the TV! I even forgot about the fear, my brain seemed to be lost, and I was just confused. I hesitated for two or three seconds, then jumped up from the bed! Only the night light was on gently in the bedroom, and the darkness overwhelmed the light. The TV is off!

A nonsensical creator who doesn't know how to write but wants to write something

A hanging window on a rainy night pushed three teenagers into the folds of fate. After the car accident, Shen Yu locked the truth of the rainy night into the shadow of the hanging window. The broken justice behind the window fermented in the folds of time and became a shackles that the three of them could not break free from. However, they reunited with their old friend at the wedding five years later. When the memory fragments flickered like candlelight, they had to face the crimes and punishments of the past: the teenagers who caused the "window accident" to protect her spent the rest of their lives casting their blood into "medals"; And she struggled with the windowed cage late at night, trying to decipher the code in the wrinkles of time. Using the "window" as an incision, the trio of sin, trauma and redemption are connected in series. Bricks and blood on a rainy night, the illusion of falling windows in the banquet hall, attempts at reconciliation in front of the bedroom window... Every window becomes a passage to a different time dimension. The cracks in the window frame are still there, but the three people choose to illuminate each other for the rest of their lives - Chen Mo's book pages, Ah Hui's murals, and Shen Yu's belief in love have all become the melting pot for forging the "badge of sin" into the "badge of redemption." Broken dreams are reborn at the tip of the pen, and every drop of ink is reconciliation with the night.

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After failing the college entrance examination, I was assigned to the most "special" class in Qingyun Middle School - Class 14, Grade 3. The people here are almost all "abandoned children" labeled as "problem students". No one thinks highly of us, and even the principal says we are "a burden to the school." But Chen Mo, the head teacher, was different. He never gave up on anyone. In the past year and a half, we have cried, argued, and collapsed, but we have also laughed, fought, and won together. On the eve of the college entrance examination, we hung paper airplanes with dreams written on them in the classroom, and Zhou Yiyu played a self-composed graduation song. At class reunions many years later, we will still laugh and mention that period of youth that was labeled a "failure." It turns out that the year and a half of repeated studies is our real growth gift. --This is the story of how a group of teenagers who were labeled "failures" took off the label and redefined themselves. (Group portrait·Hot blood·Growth)

She once thought that love was between you and me, The result is that you lied to me about plastic surgery, and I lied to you about face transplantation. She once wanted to go to the marriage hall, but ended up in the family tree field; It's not that she's crazy, it's that the world went out of control first. So what is the truth?

I am an embalmer, and my job is to make the dead "speak"! . After unexpectedly gaining the ability to listen to the last words of the deceased, I, Su Mo, was forced to embark on the path of a funeral parlor detective. The beautiful reporter begged me to take her away, the boss of the police station treated me as a treasure, and the truth of each unsolved case was revealed under my hands! . But gradually I discovered that all the clues pointed to a mysterious organization. And they, Cleaning out everyone like me who knows too many secrets! . Shh... Don't make a sound, Listen, someone is "talking" to me again.

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After rebirth, my boss turned out to be a subordinate, and I would repay all the pain he inflicted on me. But as things developed, my secret gradually emerged...

Magical realist utopia

The story of my sister and me1

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In order to obtain a permanent residence and a bright future, my girlfriend, together with my colleagues, tampered with my application form and sent me to Africa, while they went to the Middle East instead. Are you laughing at me for being a migrant worker? Okay, I want her to pay for this joke with 30 million!

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The day after I dressed up as a vicious female supporting character, the heroine Xiao Baihua asked me at the Immortal Sect Conference: "Sister, can you give me the Yuan-Guarding Pill that the master gave you?" "My spiritual roots are damaged. Without it, I might not be able to survive this month." I looked at the pill in my hand that can improve my cultivation for a hundred years, and sneered: "Why should I give it to you? You?" She immediately started sobbing, "Senior sister, your cultivation is as good as this one. But I... I really need it to save my life!" Soon, Master also spoke: "Qingyue, she is your junior sister, please let her go." My childhood sweetheart also advised me: "It's just a pill, don't be so cruel." "Yes, but I spent half my life's cultivation in exchange for this elixir. Whoever wants it can exchange it with half his life's cultivation! I'll start the practice right away, and you won't be deceived!"

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