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Even after losing all his teeth, Liu Sanqian's skin dealer Lao Qiao could still clearly describe the state of Liu Sanqian's condition when he walked into Dachupo. Liu Sanqian's back was bare, and he was carrying a luggage roll. Originally, the luggage roll was wrapped with a piece of plastic sheet, but the long journey left him no time to clean it up, so that the plastic sheet flew behind him like a broken white flag, and the rotten bedding was soaked by the rain. Liu Sanqian was wearing ragged trousers, and his shoes had a toad's mouth open. Behind him were two boys, both of whom were in tatters. Their rain-stained hair looked like two clumps of autumn grass. Lao Qiao, a leather dealer, came out of Lu San's house with a yellow dog skin under his arm and the dog's tail hanging out from under his old raincoat. Lao Qiao stopped in the rain and looked at these three people, guessing that they were refugees from outside. Liu Sanqian reached the three-way intersection and stopped walking, standing numbly in the rain.

As the three fat men walked through the yard, it started to rain. The raindrops made a crackling sound on the lotus leaves in the pond. The autumn wind rolled up the yellow leaves in the yard, and the sky was desolate. The three fat men looked up at the sky, cursed, and walked quickly towards the backyard. County security chief Zheng Mengxiong lives in the main house in the backyard. Zheng Mengxiong was lying on the couch smoking a large cigarette at the moment. A woman was bending over and burning the cigarette for him. The three fat men opened the door and walked in. "Brother," he called as he came to the couch.

Everyone is surprised sometimes, but Rogers's surprise was no small matter. When he opened the heavy safe, he saw that the position of the small cardboard triangle had been moved ten millimeters. This meant that after him, someone had touched the "Top Secret No. 13 Information" in the cabinet! Dr. Rogers' head exploded with a bang, and he let out a silent scream with his mouth wide open. He retreated to the wall with trembling legs, and pressed the alarm bell on the wall with his thin fingers. This was 10 a. M. On February 18, 1944, at the Pentagon in Washington, USA. A confidential case that occurred in the building would have an impact that would be enough to change the course and outcome of World War II. "You mean 'Top Secret No. 13'?" Colonel Hunter, the director of the Military Intelligence Division, leaned out from behind his desk and was shocked by this terrible news.

There are countless rumors about this river. I only know that it is the wildest river on the Mongolian grassland... Beside the river, there is a dilapidated yurt with ventilation on all sides. The river wind carried the rotten smell of the river and filled the air thickly. He ran into the yurt unscrupulously and peered into the scene inside the yurt. On a torn sheepskin lay a dying old woman. Her gray eyes no longer have much luster, which reminds people of the few morning stars on the horizon at dawn, dimming the last ray of light. Beside the old woman, kneeling was a young man. His towering nose and cheekbones left no doubt that he had pure Mongolian ancestry. The young man has a strong body and his unkempt hair reveals the unique wildness of a lawn man, although he has not yet fully developed into a mature man.

In Daqin City in the northwest, it was the dusk of May and June, and there was a gentle breeze. A large circle of people gathered under the gallery in the residential garden community. The old people in the Qin Opera self-entertainment class are singing Qin Opera under the gallery. Old man Zhao sang a verse of Su San from the Qin Opera excerpt "Su San Qi Jie" word for word: "Su San left Hongtong County and came to the street... In front of..." Old man Yang beat the beat at the side. Suddenly, he waved his hands a few times, and the old people playing various musical instruments stopped playing accompaniment. Before Old Man Yang could speak, there was a lot of chatter around him. It is said that Mr. Zhao lost his temper after singing. Old Man A said: "It's early, I haven't opened the door for you yet."

How strange! After going around for a long time, I came back to the starting point. I couldn't help but feel chills running down my spine. It's not your first time in this library, how could you get lost? A figure flashed between the bookshelves, a man in a plaid suit. There's help now! I hurriedly chased after him, but he disappeared instantly. A staircase hung down from the ceiling at some point. I climbed up and saw a girl in white standing in front of me in the darkness. "Are you Mr. Detective Tianyi?" She showed an innocent smile, "I came here to pick you up specially." Detective? I took the photo she handed me suspiciously and was speechless for a moment - the person in the photo was wearing a plaid suit and looked exactly like me.

This new novel by the author of the best-selling book "Island" contrasts with Hislop's gentle narrative rhythm and uses suspenseful text and 67 pages of interjected notes to construct a beautiful and mysterious adventure. Ellie Thomas, who is alone in a foreign land, is tired of the cold weather and unchanged life in London. Suddenly from one day onwards, she kept receiving postcards from Greece, but the recipient S did not live there. The identity of the sender A is confusing, but the scenery on the postcard tempted Ellie, and she decided to go to Greece. On the morning of leaving for the airport, she found a blue notebook stuffed in the mailbox, recording an adventure and healing journey of A - after being abandoned by S, he traveled through mysterious villages and mountains where ancient monks lived. The stories are intertwined, with mysteries hidden between the lines. Finally, I feel like I'm getting closer to the truth, but I'm involved in another mystery...

Song Qiaosheng can be called the most laid-back person in the Laojunling mining area. Even Wu Youshan, the chief mine manager of the third mining area, can't compare to him. He couldn't sort out all the miscellaneous things in the mine, and Mine Manager Wu didn't have any time to spare. Song Qiaosheng was different. Unlike those coal black men who had to work shifts to carry coal, he also didn't have the endless worries of the mine managers all day long. There was a dead person underground, and Song Qiaosheng's business also came. He put his toolbox on his back and went down the underground pit, picked up the dead bodies and brought them up, and the money went into his pocket. It turns out that the No. 2 Mining area belongs to Qi Mazi, a corpse collector. Qi Mazi's father died a few days ago. Qi Mazi went home to attend the funeral and take care of his father's affairs. It happened that something happened underground again. Qi Mazi called Song Qiaosheng. Song Qiaosheng went from the third mining area to the second mining area and helped Qi Mazi. Song Qiaosheng came back from collecting the body from the No. 2 Mining Area and went to the kitchen to wash his face.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and a round and big moon has emerged. The bright moonlight evenly illuminates the streets and alleys of Lin'an City, complementing the dots of red lanterns hanging in the sky. Although night falls, this coastal city is not lonely at all. In addition to being filled with a festive atmosphere, there is also the roar of the machines of various construction teams, which echoes with a bit of hustle and bustle. Director Du and I represent the Lin'an Municipal Public Security Bureau. We have just attended a criminal investigation work conference in the province today and are rushing back to the city by car. Director Du was in a good mood, looking out the window and humming a tune while shaking his head. I knew why Director Du was in such a good mood and said with a smile: "Director Du, our Lin'an City has not had any difficult cases in recent months. It can be said that the country is peaceful and the people are safe!" Director Du smiled and waved his hand, and was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

At three o'clock in the morning, the K7645 passenger train running at full speed climbed onto a bridge. The sound of the wheels and the rails immediately changed, from the clang on the ground to the hollow echo of the rumble standing at the door. Ye Shaoyang on the side glanced out of the dark window and found a train of trucks passing by from the opposite side. His professional habit made him glance at his watch subconsciously and roughly calculated that it took about two minutes for the passenger train to pass the bridge, and the passenger and freight trains passed by. The trains passed by each other for about fifteen seconds. Next to Ye Shaoyang, the slightly fat old Qian stood there and took a nap. An hour ago, when they got on the train from the provincial capital station, they looked into the carriage and saw that it was dark and full of heads. , Let alone sit, it is difficult to find a place to stand or stand. Preliminary visual estimates indicate that it is at least 300%. Ye Shaoyang said: "Old Qian, forget it, don't squeeze in, just stand there for a while, we will reach Jincheng in five or six hours."

Ping'an County is famous for being poor, but Ping'an County has a strong cultural atmosphere. This is a bit strange, and does not fit in with Confucius's rule that "one should know the etiquette if the warehouse is practical". The reason is actually very simple: in response to the call back then, many graduates from prestigious universities resolutely asked to go to the "most difficult places" to transform the world? Just pick the most difficult one. As a result, Ping'an County, the most desolate and backward place, became a place where high-spirited students flocked to it overnight. As a result, Ping'an County, which was impoverished and poor, suddenly received many young intellectuals by accident. With so many cultural people here at once, there's not much to do? Then let's run a school. Soon, most of them became middle school teachers in Ping'an County, and some even became primary school teachers in the suburbs of Ping'an County.

The pistol was lost. Xu Kui, the director of Dongcheng Police Station, woke up and stretched out. This nap was very uncomfortable. He dreamed that he had turned into a box of damp military compressed biscuits, sealed in a film bag. He squeezed and squeezed desperately, but he couldn't get out. His chest felt so tight that it felt like it would burst. Now, he finally let out a long breath, instinctively touched his butt with his right hand, and couldn't help but be shocked - the pistol was gone! It was a 7.62Mm caliber Type 77 pistol with the steel stamp number 83725. For more than ten years, Xu Kui has been inseparable from it except for taking off his clothes and going to bed. In front of him, there was only a brown cowhide holster with its buttons broken off, just like a river clam with its internal organs eviscerated. His heart seemed to have been ripped out by some sharp claws.

The train arrived at the ancient city on time at 10:30 am. Although it was not the first time for Sima Baili and Xueqing to come here, the unique ancient and peaceful civilization and exquisite architecture of Champa still deeply affected them. Advertisements and posters about lottery packages for the Go competition are posted on giant billboards on both sides of the road. It seems that the scale of this Go defense is unprecedented. From time to time, Japanese ronin passed by in twos and threes. Xue Qian took out her handkerchief and covered her nose. The smell of alcohol made her nauseous. In front of the tall government office at the end of Changqing Road, two people stopped at the factory. Is this the police headquarters? Two people came to find Xiaochen. Xiaochen's surname is Liu. He is twenty-nine years old, one year older than Sima Zi.

In the thirteenth year of Guangxu's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Li Wei, the magistrate of Huayang County in Chengdu Prefecture, was honest and upright, and enforced the law like a mountain. After taking office, there were a lot of old cases and new cases kept happening, which made him constrained in all directions. That morning, after he got up, the yamen officer hurriedly came to report: "Sir! Today, Xie Jiezheng from Nianfeng Lane outside the East Gate is here to report a crime!" Li Xian was startled: "What case?" The yamen officer replied: "Human homicide case." "You really don't have a moment to idle! Spread the word to Xie Jiezheng!" The yamen officer brought in the tall and thin Xie Jiezheng. Li Xian asked: "Xie Jiezheng, what happened to the murder case you reported?" "Report it to the master!" He reported the case in detail.

"Jiazi Jiazi Jiazi Jiazi this winter in December, the year meets Jiazi, the month meets Jiazi, on the seventh day, the sun pillar meets Jiazi, the morning meets Jiazi, the four pillars and four armors, and the earthly branches are all Zi. Zi is the northern water, a black water, the water is vast, overwhelming. Recently, an unjust spirit descended from the sky to warn the official. On the official's birthday, there is a southern noon fire, Zi At noon, the water in the north controls the fire in the south. On December 7th, Xiaguan Ming is in danger. He has no skills to control the water and is unable to recover. He will be dead soon! ..." "What is this?" Cheng Yumen looked at the letter on the paper in astonishment and asked the people around him.

No one will forget that Song Shixiang walked on Mayi Street with only his right leg. This gait is a bit weird, as if his left leg is always dragged behind him. But he looked calm and unhurried, much like the square steps of old students on the opera stage with bright boot soles. At that time, Song Shixiang was no longer called by his first name on the street. Although he was only in his thirties, he was officially called Lord Song. Every time Mr. Song walks into Mayi Street with such steps, the shop owners on both sides will immediately become nervous. People held their breath and watched from a distance, as if trying to find some information from Master Song's leisurely steps. Some of the bolder ones tentatively stepped forward to say hello: Mr. Song, okay, where are you? Mr. Song usually doesn't take it very seriously. He just glances diagonally downward from the corner of his eyes and ignores it. The person who said hello will also feel a little relieved, knowing that his shop has not entered Master Song's field of vision this time.

Near Laoye Ridge, an avenue paved with gravels passes through the tree-lined Chicken Nest Cliff and inserts into a mass of mass graves. This random graveyard is the largest cemetery in Laoye Ridge. Although it was destroyed during the "Da Qian Kuai Shang" years, many horrifying legends still remain. Don't underestimate these idealistic things, they can make passers-by fearful. Especially in the past two years, there have been several mysterious and vicious cases of robbery, rape, and murder in the black hole on the slope behind the mass grave. At night, the timid people dare not pass by here at all. The cold moonlight reflected the dark entrance of the cave, revealing an eerie atmosphere that was indeed frightening. Today is market day in Laoyeling. Early in the morning, people were coming and going on the avenue, making it particularly lively.

Cao Yuan, who was half lying on Simmons' bed, took out his silver-white Samsung mobile phone from the mobile phone case on his waist. He leaned over and saw that the time on the mobile phone was after ten o'clock in the evening. He quickly used the remote control to turn off the TV with a beep. He stood up, put on a dark blue suit in front of the full-length mirror, combed his hair, and walked out of Xiyuan Hotel. He is in his early thirties, with a tall and thin figure and long flowing hair, giving him a graceful appearance. He "took a taxi" to the North Central Bathhouse and Sauna Department that he had seen during the day. After taking a bath in the sauna, a male waiter in his twenties came over with a pair of large pants and an unbuttoned half-sleeved top and said, "Sir, if you want a massage, please wear the clothes we provide." Cao Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, took the clothes and put them on. The waiter immediately opened a secret door, which led to a staircase covered with red carpet.

In 1931, the 20th year of the Republic of China, after a ruthless flood, in this bustling metropolis, the coachmen, horsemen and small traders who relied on their hard work to make a living suffered. In order to make a living for the family, they were busy leaving early and returning late, and it was difficult to escape the predicament. However, there are also lucky ones among them. Li Qingshan, a distant cousin of my father, is one of them. At that time, he was twenty-two years old, a loyal and honest man, and he came to the city from the countryside and asked my father to guarantee that he would rent a rickshaw for him. Li Qingshan was used to farm work. With his good frame, he could earn a few dimes a day by pulling a foreign cart. In addition to paying for the car rental and paying for food and drinks, he could also bring two foreign dollars back to his family every month. For him, this was a great job. On every fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, he would buy my father a bottle of wine and several boxes of Hardman cigarettes. Whenever Li Qingshan is mentioned, his father always calls him "a good person."

March 1961, Moscow. The KGB headquarters was busy and orderly, except for the footsteps in the corridors and no voices could be heard. Vetrov, director of the Third Bureau in charge of Japan, was talking to a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man is named Slipchenko, who is less than forty years old this year. He is an expert who specializes in stealing Japanese chemical industry intelligence. Vetrov poured a cup of black tea for Slipchenko, threw him a cigarette, sighed and said: "Comrade Slipchenko, our work in Japan has suffered setbacks one after another, what do you think is the main problem? Popov and Che Fuxuan are such good spy talents that we have developed, and it is such a pity that they... Were ruined like this! As far as I know, Japanese companies have almost no counterintelligence capabilities. Over the years, we have achieved great success. Could it be that this time..."

Ren Zhimin's father colluded with bandits and was caught robbing the government's bank account, and was sentenced to twenty-one years in prison. After his father was imprisoned, his mother remarried a man with whom she had an affair and abandoned him. Whether it was a hereditary talent or a subtle learning, Ren Zhimin inherited his father's bad habit of stealing as soon as he could walk, specializing in stealing from relatives and his own people. Therefore, his grandfather despised him, his uncles and aunts did not tolerate him, and he became an orphan at a young age. When his uncle Liu Renchang saw that he was as dirty as a wild boar and a wild dog, as skinny as a stick of hunger, and dying, he took him in and asked him to dress like his son Liu Zheng, eat and drink like him, and go to school to study and read together. Liu Renchang was a craftsman with beautiful craftsmanship and carving skills. He was well-known in the Weihua area and was known as Liu Yishou. Liu Yishou is the first in craftsmanship, not a hidden one.

Nanako Doba, who was born and raised in Kinozaki Town and married a high school classmate, was thinking about escaping from her hometown while running a business at a Buddhist altar fittings shop in the local Utopia Shopping Street. Five years ago, due to her husband's job transfer at Hakkai Fisheries, the family came to Nosaki Town to live in a mediocre environment. She always believed that her husband would be transferred soon. Invited by Kengo Miyahara, her boyfriend from art college, ceramic artist Seirei Hoshikawa moved to Kashizaki Town two years ago and lived in "Misaki Castle" where many artists gathered. Three women with completely different life trajectories jointly organized the "Clara's Wings" charity event in the name of love in order to help people in wheelchairs like Jiumei Xiang who have limited mobility. However, when they discovered that these "wings" could bring them tangible benefits and even lead them to fly to the utopia in their hearts, everything became unspeakable. The malice in human nature was like the day of utopia, tempting them to sink into the abyss from which they could not escape...

A bizarre prison escape case, 22 fugitives flowed onto the streets. Among these extremely vicious fugitives, some have killed people, some have drank blood, and some have set fire to their brides... They may commit crimes again at any time, becoming a nightmare that makes Nan'an residents unable to sleep. Under heavy pressure, a long-standing mysterious organization "Night Watch" was restarted. The clever and naughty Xiao Lang, the cold and taciturn Ling Mo, and the talented girl Tang Dangdang accidentally became the first batch of trainees. The elimination mechanism of Night Watch is cruel, and new people are eliminated every week. But what's even more cruel is that someone seems to be racing against them. Whenever they get close to the fugitive, what they end up chasing is just a corpse... 3 Months, 22 fugitives, and a mysterious killer. In this countdown pursuit game, who will have the last laugh?

"Grand" is the first novel selected by the great master Matsumoto Seicho. In order to pay tribute to the literary master Matsumoto Seiharu, Nippon Bunshun Bunko invited Miyuki Miyabe to edit and read a selection of Matsumoto Seiharu's masterpieces. As "a representative of Japanese civilian writers" and "Matsumoto Seiharu's daughter", Miyuki Miyabe compiled this set of Matsumoto Seiharu's masterpieces with the state of mind of strolling through flower paths and exploring pearls, and personally introduced important chapters. The selection of this book series starts from the unique perspective of Matsumoto Seicho's literary status, female crime and social criticism, and carefully selects Matsumoto's representative short works in these fields. It beat "White Night Journey" and "The Summer of the Bird" on Taiwan's unique list to become the annual mystery suspense champion (Taiwan's translation is "Selected Masterpieces of Matsumoto Seicho's Short Stories"), and its influence is evident.

My twin brother Sean was shot and killed in the car. There was a line of enigmatic poetry left at the scene: "Free from space, transcending time." Sean was a detective in the homicide unit. He was investigating a murder case before the accident, but there was no progress. Police said he could not bear the pressure and committed suicide. I was shocked and sad, but I could only face the reality. As a journalist, I decided to write a report as a memorial. In order to understand the causes of police suicide, I browsed relevant reports and suddenly found that there was also a poem left at the scene of another police suicide a year ago: "Roaring past the pale palace door." My heart suddenly tightened, and my internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped by a cold hand. I couldn't read anything anymore except these two lines from the same author. The year after the novel was published, it won three international awards: the Anthony Award, the Nero Award, and the Delise Award.

Xiao Hao was extremely depressed after his attempt to bring his wife back from her sister's home failed. My wife said, I am afraid of you. What has changed in you? I'm too afraid of you. Xiao Hao didn't know what had happened to him. He couldn't understand why he was so unlucky. He tried every means to make his wife pregnant again and again. Even Ou Guangci and Da Ma said he was extremely powerful. Ou Guangci said: "Listen, Xiao Hao, if you do this again, your marriage will be on the line. Don't think that I threaten you, there is no need for me to threaten you." Xiao Hao knew clearly in his heart that the marriage would not be so bad. The trouble was the matter itself, which was really weird. My wife will not go home after this "getting done", and she will stay at her sister's house as if she were an aunt.

In the spring of March, the sound of firecrackers continues on Qingfeng Street in Shuohe City. Here are two streets imitating the architecture of the Qing Dynasty, with towers and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, plaques and couplets, and strings of palace lanterns. After the long winter, the place becomes more and more lively. Almost all the wedding banquets of young men and women gather on this Feng Shui treasure land. But at this moment, in front of the newly renovated Zise Hotel, although the firecrackers were set off loudly, it was not the handsome man and beautiful girl getting married, but the restaurant's female boss Niu Feng who suddenly asked the guys to set off the firecrackers. Niu Fengchanhu, thirty-eight years old, has been married three times, the last one was divorced two years ago.

Autumn seems to come very early in this city. The autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad, but climate change has not affected the residents' interesting discussions: Lin Xue, the beautiful anchor of the municipal TV station, has mysteriously disappeared... In this small place, Lin Xue can be said to be a beautiful business card. The TV program she hosted had very high ratings, and all leisure plazas in the city had huge billboards advertising products endorsed by her image. Recently, due to Lin Xue's disappearance, several programs hosted by her were forced to change hosts, and the ratings also plummeted. Those companies that place advertisements in this program have asked to modify their contracts, leaving the person in charge of the TV station in a state of confusion. It is the autumnal equinox right now, and the autumnal equinox is a time that affects people's emotions. No, Cao Xiaoxuan, a social news reporter at the City Evening News, was fed up.

At ten o'clock in the morning on June 10, 1988. U. K. All roads from Orgreave in South Yorkshire to the capital London are covered by police. Both sides of the main national highway No. 3 Are heavily guarded. Temporary roadblocks are set up to check passing vehicles. Vehicles have to wait or detour. In a moment, a luxury motorcade came speeding by. An hour later, British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher arrived at the Orgreave Coking Plant, accompanied by General Harwan, Commissioner of Police of Scotland Yard (also known as the Metropolitan Police Department).

The heavy rain made Meizhen in the mountains pitch black. The night was like a sponge, absorbing all the light and vitality of Meizhen. Occasionally there is lightning, and Meizhen in the rain is reflected like an illusory model. Suddenly there was a "crackling" of footsteps in the darkness, and a running black figure was exposed in the shining rain. He stumbled into the phone booth. After taking off the phone receiver, the metal phone button lit up with a faint green light, illuminating the black shadow's frightened face. He hurriedly took out a few coins from his coat pocket, shakily stuffed them into the coin slot of the phone, gasped and punched in a series of phone numbers, and looked back nervously behind him from time to time. The waiting bell of the phone only rang twice, and a man's voice rang on the other side of the phone.

Several young lives no longer belong to their parents in the desert. The endless sand dunes extend in gentle curves, meandering in and out, vague and indistinct. No matter how far you go, the scenery is the same, monotonous and dead under the blue sky. No birds could be seen, and no camel bells could be heard. "I'm so exhausted, I really want to take a rest!" Yun'er whispered and stopped. Xueyun looked back and saw Yun'er's pretty face stained with sweat and her soaked dress clinging to her plump chest. "It's really worrying, just walking aimlessly." Xueyun said and pulled Yun'er to sit down side by side.

In May 1932, a huge theft occurred at the residence of Ningxia warlord Ma Hongkui. The security check caused a sensation in the five northwest provinces and was called "the first robbery case in the northwest" by the news media at the time. It had already been formed in 1930 when the "Qin'an Treasure Theft Incident" occurred. In order to give readers a complete understanding of the "No. 1 Robbery in the Northwest", this chapter first explains the "Qin'an Treasure Stealing Incident" created by Ma Hongkui - in the spring of 1930, the conflict between the Guangxi warlord Li Zongren and Chiang Kai-shek intensified, and a war broke out. Feng Yuxiang actively responded to the anti-Chiang movement in Henan and formally formed an alliance with the Shanxi warlord Jing Xishan to form an anti-Chiang front. In response to the new situation, Chiang Kai-shek immediately took corresponding measures: forming a "rebel army" to fight back.

At the turn of the century, the central government implemented the Western Development Strategy, which inspired people to make progress. Chengdu, Chongqing and other places, as frontier cities in the western region, are attracting more and more attention from the world. Here, the sky needs to be clean, the water needs to be blue, people need to be peaceful, and the society needs to be stable. However, the reality is not what people expected. Due to its far-reaching historical origins and the influence of the surrounding environment, Chongqing has become an accident-prone area, and gangster forces are still rampant in recent years... In the golden autumn season of the end of the century, the Ministry of Public Security and the Southwest Police deployed heavy troops to smash the robber Zhang Jun's gang. At the same time, they swept away the gangster forces in the territory and forced many gangster figures to flee. The police followed up and found traces of the criminals near Neijiang, Sichuan.

The Island of Death was the blood bank where the Japanese fascists replenished the blood of their wounded. After draining the blood of the Chinese, they chopped them to death and cremated them, and wiped out traces of the killings. This article refers to historical materials, such as "History of the Fourteen Years of Struggle in Northeast China" published by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in 1945, "Recollections of the Okamura Ningzi Battlefield" and "Japanese Diplomatic Yearbook" published by Japan. On the occasion of commemorating the 50th anniversary of the anti-fascist victory, this work is dedicated to the soldiers who heroically sacrificed their lives for the liberation of the Chinese nation, and to commemorate the Chinese youth who tragically died on the "Island of Death" and their innocent blood - The author has come from thousands of miles away. After the rain, two men, one tall and one short, walked on the ancient yellow sand road beside the ditch of the old city of Jiangcheng.

Let's start the story from six years ago. One evening six years ago, I was preparing to walk home through the pine forest in front of the village, when my uncle appeared. Over the years, my uncle has become accustomed to picking me up here. He grabbed the bag from my shoulder as usual, but this time, my bag was too heavy and he was a little old. I saw him frown, try to straighten his back, and finally take a big step. There was a trace of sadness in my heart, and I said, "Uncle, please go back first, I will go to the temple to have a look." This pine forest is the treasure of the village and my childhood memories. We used to graze cattle and dig herbs here as kids, and it's been endless for as long as I can remember.

In court, the prosecution presented a large amount of evidence regarding the fact that Zhou Lin and Huang Xian killed Wang Zili. The surveillance video from the gallery played in court caused a commotion in the trial and auditorium. They all said it was the first time they had seen such a complete presentation of the crime process. What made everyone dumbfounded was that when they saw this video, Zhou Lin and Huang Xian opened their mouths in surprise. They had no idea that their murder process had been completely recorded, and they even curiously asked the police if they had been targeting them for a long time and were looking for someone to film it. When the prosecutor explained that it was captured by CCTV in the house, the two people with only a primary school education said they knew nothing about it.

One morning in November 1981, Michael Maina, who lived in an apartment in Atlanta's Hinrs District, got up at 6:30 as usual and went to work at 7:30. She is a bank clerk. At half past eight, a teenage boy who lived in the same building as Maina was jumping up and down the stairs to exercise when he found a money bag. The boy had borrowed money from Maina a few days ago, and he knew it was from her wallet. The boy sent the wallet to Maina's house. Maina's parents quickly called their daughter's bank. The bank said they didn't see her at work. Maina's parents panicked and searched the building with their neighbors. Later, they saw a tragic scene on the rooftop platform: Maina was lying there naked, bruised and bruised, obviously tortured.

Lan Miaozhi stopped talking and started calling the takeaway number of Tianyuan Restaurant. It was said that the crucian carp and tofu soup there was very authentic. When Lan Miaozhi met me, I never ate any dishes made from crucian carp. Because that day, on the way back from visiting Jingzi, a group of us were tired and hungry, so we found a fish shop on the roadside and ordered a portion of crucian carp tofu soup to fill our stomachs. My teammates all ate with gusto, but I felt that the fish soup had a strong earthy smell, and I couldn't swallow it even with a frown. But today, today's fish soup may have a different taste, right? "The four elements are all empty makeup", this new term has become a pebble thrown into the lake of customers' hearts, and ripples are rippled on the "other side". Lan Miaozhi and I were still having lunch when customers kept pouring in. Regardless of whether they had made an appointment or not, they asked one after another to give us the "Four Elements Makeup" too! This makeup is good, the contours are clear, and the facial features are soft. Freckles, wrinkles, and sagging are not a problem at all.

A murder case that occurred on a bus on a rainy night led to the discovery of a mysterious young man named Tang Yan. No one knew his age or where he came from. Some people even saw him in an old photo from decades ago, and some said he appeared in two places thousands of miles apart at the same time. With his appearance, various bizarre incidents began to occur one after another, and various superpower crimes that challenged cognition also emerged one after another. The inaccessible desert island frequently produces strange noises. The huge natural lake suddenly turned into a hot spring. Lifelike humanoid murals appear on ancient rocks. What is the source of all this? Who is Tang Yanxiu? Can he really be immortal and incarnate into millions? Everything will finally come to a shocking answer!

This happened a long time ago. Shopkeeper Hongfa, when he is most comfortable and happiest. It's after closing time. Long Zhang counts the money in an abacus. Looking at the piles of silver dollar bills and copper coins on the table, it was like a small door had opened in his heart. I am so happy that I will hum a little tune at this time: Hongfa me, fiddle with piles of money, one can make two, two earn eight, buy a piece of land, marry a little girl... Hongfa is very excited today. I made 30% more money today than before. He was a little tired from the excitement and wanted to drink some wine. He opened a bottle of Erguotou and poured a cup of beef. He didn't want to pick up the food, so he was happy to drink it. Drink and drink. He was so excited that he drove him to do the most secret thing. He went into another house and turned on the light.

Because he was framed, his future was ruined. From then on, his life had only one goal - revenge. In order to achieve this goal, he went through many hardships and nothing could stop him, not even feelings, warmth, love and passion could change his original intention. Although he knows that all this is leading him to destruction, the dominoes of life will lead him irreversibly to the abyss step by step... When revenge becomes the only motive, the soul can no longer be redeemed. Coincidence makes everything meaningful and suspicious. First-class writer Wang Song brings his new work "Motive", telling another story of police and criminals in a new era.

Criminal Investigation Section Chief Li Zhiyong got out of the car and went straight to the village government to find Zhang Sihu, the old party secretary. Zhang Sihu is four years younger than Li Zhiyong and is 48 this year. When the two people met, there was no formality or greetings. Sihu grabbed Li Zhiyong's hand, pulled him to the edge of the kang, and said, "I didn't dare to move after I received the call from the county. My wife almost scalded the kettle and leaked it!" Li Zhiyong took off his yellow coat, threw his briefcase on the table, and said humorously: "It never leaks, the new pot Who are you selling it to?" Zhang Sihu stepped forward and lowered his voice and said seriously: "I think for such a big case, at least five or six people will be involved." "Didn't the township police station go into battle already?" Li Zhiyong hesitated to tell the whole story about his plan to solve the case.

Chen Yufu, another boy from Renmin University, and I arrived in the mountain city of Chongqing on January 19, 2000, and began our search. Teacher Tan told us that when we arrived in Chongqing, we first went to the electrical machine factory to look for the brothers of two migrant girls named Xiu Ming and Xiu Qin who had no surnames. Through him, we could know the whereabouts of their sisters. Liu Chengfu also looked for them last time, but mistakenly thought that one of them was Yang Qinying and returned without any results. The only clue we relied on this time was that their brother graduated from college in July 1993 and was assigned to an electrical machine factory in Chongqing. But seven years later, in an era when young people are changing jobs frequently, perhaps he has already disappeared.

Not long after the filming of the TV series "The Restless" started, it ran into conflicts: first, the original author of the novel wanted to file a lawsuit with the script adapter, then several sponsorship funds were not received, and finally, the leading actor quit again. As a result, the crew had to shut down production, and the seconded cast and crew "temporarily" returned to their original units to stand by. Liu Tianying, who plays the heroine in the TV series, was originally a business leader and program host of a local song and dance troupe. She signed a "one-year suspension" contract with the song and dance troupe just to film the TV series. Now, the TV series has not been filmed, and I have to return to my original unit in despair. Not to mention losing face, gossiping is uncomfortable, and it also makes the leadership in a dilemma and difficult to make arrangements.

Cruel Hall Fight "Deputy Hall Master, the brothers have all eaten and drank enough. When will we set off?" Master Anliang Hall and Zhang Wenyue came in and asked Li Shusong, the deputy hall master of Anliang Hall, who was smoking a big cigarette on the couch. Li Shusong swallowed a puff of cigarette, looked up at the big wall clock on the wall, and saw that it was still half an hour before noon. He threw down his cigarette, jumped up from the bed, and waved his hand: "Let's go!" The two entered a hall. The hall was littered with cups and plates, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. One hundred brothers were all red-headed and purple-faced from drinking. A few of them had short tongues and were mumbling: "Damn it, I'm going to fight him or her ten or eight times!" "The deputy hall master is here!" Zhang Wenyue shouted.

"Red Crime" is a contemporary Chinese novel. It mainly tells a red memory of blood and tears. It is a soulful record of crime and punishment, and interprets a legendary story of desire and redemption.

After a heavy rain, the forest is filled with a special mellow smell. The cook Gu Tianwang stood up and opened the window, letting the scent of the mountains fill his wooden house. Gu Tianxing is the chef of Guoxiang Restaurant in Muxiang Town outside the mountain. More than ten days ago, the Japanese arrested Zhao Guoxiang, the owner of Guoxiang Hotel, on suspicion of resisting Japan, and beheaded him three days later. Guoxiang Restaurant became a mountain inn for Japanese troops. Gu Tianwang returned to his home in the mountains and felt a sense of relief. He was too tired, and his cough had gotten worse over the past six months. After being exposed to oil smoke all day for more than 20 years, returning to the mountains feels like life is starting over. He didn't want to go down the mountain anymore. His father Gu Wenchun's last will and testament was: Wan Wang compiled the second volume of "Records of Mountain Treasures and Strange Flavors" (the first volume has been included in the palace kitchen collection).

On June 30, 2004, the Office of the Shaanxi Provincial Department of Health received an important call from the Law Enforcement Supervision Department of the National Ministry of Health. Someone reported that the Lintong Plasma Apheresis Station in Xi'an was suspected of fabricating materials for plasma collectors, and that there were problems such as excessive collection, frequent collection, and cross-regional collection. The then Executive Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Health Gao Qiang and Vice Minister Ma Xiaowei issued instructions requiring the Shaanxi Provincial Department of Health to conduct an investigation and report the results to the Department of Law Enforcement Supervision. The so-called apheresis station uses a plasma machine to collect plasma from the blood of donors, and then returns all the red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets and other components in the blood back to the donor's body after extracorporeal circulation.

In the early years of the Republic of China, Lu Hehuan, the son of the deputy director of the Shanghai Jiuzha Police Station, was transferred from Scotland Yard to work in the Jiuzha Police Station from Scotland Yard in order to reunite with his lover. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the ship, he learned that his lover Ling Yan had already committed a murder and was missing... The upright Lu Hehuan was determined to investigate the matter thoroughly, but he accidentally disrupted the promotion of the director Bao Kang and was fired by Bao Kang. Lu Hehuan used Scotland Yard's miraculous crime-solving skills to solve the difficult case of "the head of a female corpse", so he was accepted as a detective by the snobbish and naughty police detective Ying Xi. The two ate and lived together, and for a while they became Huanxi's enemies, and called themselves the "Happy Detectives"... After working together to detect a series of bizarre or ridiculous cases, Lu Hehuan and Ying Xi went from being at odds at the beginning to becoming inseparable. Just as the two were enjoying themselves at the Jiuzha Police Station, Lu Hehuan's long-lost lover Ling Yan suddenly died in his old residence, dressed in blood. Lu Hehuan was devastated... Several ladies from Jiuzha died tragically one after another, and their death conditions were no different from Ling Yan's. Lu Hehuan regrouped and pursued the "Blood Curse" serial murder case. Unexpectedly, he discovered an unbelievable truth and an unforgettable adventure...

The weather was particularly gloomy that day when the bandits opened the village. The mountain breeze came in from far away, swirling withered yellow leaves and paper scraps flying in the alley. There was a thick grayish-yellow color floating in the sky. Several fire places on the street occasionally flickered with light, unburned rafters, cotton wool, tables and chairs emitted streams of green smoke, and paper embers and cloth ashes fluttered on the ground in the wind. The pungent burnt smell lingered among the gaps in the crowd, reminding people of the horrific scene when a cloth shop in the town suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night many years ago. The open space at the cross street was populated by the men and women of the town. The vicious shouts of the bandits rang out all around, giving people a thrilling feeling. Several homeless dogs were barking at the gangsters from a distance with their tails between their legs. Following the melodious sound of gunfire, a dog whimpered and fell in front of a shop. Dirty blood flowed down the street toward the recesses.