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Vice Mayor Ran was restless. The provincial task force that came to investigate Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee was about to withdraw. All the reporting clues before and after the task force was stationed were grasped by Secretary Wang one by one and cut off skillfully. If Secretary Wang cannot be brought down, if the top leader wants to punish him as the deputy mayor, it will be easy to catch him with his penis in his crotch. What's more, who doesn't have some shit on their butt? He wants to turn the tide! However, all the interesting things have been lost, so where to start? Finally, he settled on the fact that the source of Secretary Wang's huge wealth was unknown. As for real estate, there are no clues; as for movable assets, there is nothing more than cash and bankbooks. Deposits are made under a real-name system, so as long as there is one, you can definitely find it. The question is who to call?

Geng Yu was most reluctant to have a meeting. There are two reasons for this. First, he believes that although the leader's words are sonorous and powerful, implementing them is another matter. The second point is that he has to wear police uniforms for meetings. He is forty-seven years old this year, and he still carries the rank of third-class police inspector. Compared with his peers, he can't help but feel ashamed. As soon as Geng Yu entered the office this morning, his partner Ding Yi said to him: "Qi Brigade said that there will be a meeting at the Party and Government Office Center at nine o'clock." Geng Yu asked: "What meeting?" "The new deputy mayor and public security officer Bureau Chief Zheng Zhengyi presided over the meeting. "It turns out that Zheng Zhengyi took office." Geng Yu took out the police uniform from the closet, "I really don't want to have a meeting." As soon as Geng Yu put on his police uniform, his phone rang.

The night of this vicious murder that shocked the whole city happened to be Christmas Eve, or in other words, it was the early morning of Christmas for Westerners. In recent years, reform and opening up has indeed introduced a lot of things from the West. Of course, the good things are still mainstream, but there is also a lot of dross. Even Western festivals have been introduced, including Valentine's Day, Rose Day, Men's Day, Women's Day, and this Christmas. On the contrary, many of our own traditional festivals are not paid so much attention to. Now, the glass doors and windows of the bar called "St. Louis" where I'm parking are spray-painted with patterns of Christmas trees and snowflakes with colorful paint. There is also an electric Santa Claus standing in front of the door, shaking his head with long white eyebrows and long white beard to the music and waving to passers-by.

Qingming Festival is approaching, and the topic of "death" seems unavoidable at this time of year. A white-collar worker witnesses various death stories. All mortals are mortal, but their attitudes towards death are different. "All men are mortal", that's right! This is a classic line from "Game of Thrones". This sentence is too profound to think about in detail. Maybe the simpler the truth, the harder it is for us to understand... It is superfluous to say anything in the face of death, and life will still push us forward. But as I often walk, I will find that this place seems to have passed by not long ago. Some people call this "getting lost", but I think it is "enlightenment". If life continues to be a master of hypnosis in daily life, then death will wake up people who are sleeping in the world from time to time. The correct pronunciation of "" in Tianjin is three tones of "". It is a name given by Tianjin people to the organizers of weddings and funerals.

Tan Da kept the door of his office open and smoked one cigarette after another. Suddenly, he noticed a trace of light leaking in from the thick smoke, and then heard the sound of light footsteps. After that, a figure came to the desk. Later, two hardcover soft strips of Furong Wang cigarettes were placed on the desk. Tan Da didn't raise his head, but he knew who the visitor was, and he felt a sense of disgust in his heart. He said coldly: "Are you here again?" "Try this cigarette, a new product." The visitor paused and said with a smile, "I haven't even opened my mouth to say anything, but you put your face on it." Get up." Tan Da said, "You should come here less often." "If there's nothing important, I won't come." The visitor later said, "That's a big project worth two hundred million dollars."

Chinese magic, known as "illusion" in ancient times, flourished in the royal family of the Han and Tang Dynasties. After the Song Dynasty, it gradually emerged among the people. Over thousands of years, magic creations have emerged one after another, and there are more than thousands of them, but most of them fall into the five categories of "sleight of hand", "silk method", "color method", "transportation" and "medicine method". The magician must learn seven skills: "fleeting, empty hands, solid as a rock, unobstructed, silent, making noises in the east and west, stealing the sky and changing the sun". Magic is not a spell that creates something out of thin air, but a technology that turns the fake into the real. However... Technology continues to surpass its limits, and wisdom continues to break through itself. Magic is also upgrading step by step, becoming more thrilling and even deadly. A series of bizarre performances, scenes of incredible magic... People are addicted to it, unable to distinguish the difference between reality and illusion. There are too many unknown secrets in the world of magic. Once you enter, there may be no way out...

If a good will or an evil will can change the world, it can only change its boundaries, not the facts: it cannot change what is expressed in words. --Wittgenstein's "Tractatus Logic and Philosophy" 6.43 When these Japanese people died, the sky was dim, the grassland was filled with fog, and the surroundings were quiet. There were no witnesses. Chaganbulak Bridge disappeared. All we know is that this wooden bridge was renovated during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, and over the decades it has been used to ox carts, horse teams, sheep herds and the occasional car. How many mornings and evenings the sun and the moon drip into the Yimin River under the bridge. In the waves and sand, the stories of heroes and beauties float into the wind and smoke, like the season when reed flowers are flying, becoming misty and hazy.

Bangchui Mountain dug out a huge piece of jade and made a deal with European businessmen in exchange for an advanced milk production line. From then on, the people in Bangchui Town and surrounding areas drank fresh bottled milk. Bangchui Mountain has continuous peaks, and there is a huge boulder on the main peak. It is thick at the top and thin at the bottom. From a distance, it looks like a slanting stick. It is nothing more than that. There are no exotic pines and rocks as a foil, so it does not form a climate for the development of tourism resources. Since the jade material was unearthed, there have been many legends. Finally, it was said that the jade (jade material) in the arms of Bian He, a native of Chu, also came from Bangchui Mountain. Although it is outrageous, it is true that a huge piece of jade material was produced in Bangchui Mountain, and it is true that the people of Bangchui Town drank fresh milk. This attracted countless gold diggers, who kept digging in the mountain, and even dug out some high-quality jade material from time to time. Bangchui Town is located in the south of Bangchui Mountain and is named after the mountain.

In the early morning of March 15, 2002, a fire broke out in the home of Guo Tong, a group of villagers in Beigou Village, Dongwan Township, Aimin County. The fire started in the west room of his home, burning two rooms in the house, killing two people and injuring two others. After lasting for more than two hours, the villagers got up and put it out. The two people who suffered burns were the head of the household, Guo Tong and his wife. Guo Tong's injuries were very serious, with almost no intact skin on his head, face, chest, back, and limbs. His wife, Zhang Fangling, was slightly injured. They were both sent to Aimin County Hospital for treatment after dawn. One of the people burned to death was their little daughter Mai Mai. Another suspect is Mai Mai's fiancé Liu Shuaibing.

The cool moonlight reflects the ancient temple in the secluded forest of Mount Putuo. Suddenly, a strong-looking young man with sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes jumped out from the high red wall of the temple. He carried a robe on his back and with his big bare feet, he ran towards the top of the cliff like a ghost, and flew up to the Guichou Cliff. Guichou Cliff is eerie and terrifying, with the hissing wind and roaring waves, accompanied by the occasional shrill cry of night owls, which is terrifying. The young man who climbed the cliff pondered for a long time, then suddenly turned around, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "Master, farewell Zhang San!" He lay on the ground and kowtowed heavily three times, turned over like a kite, and plunged down the dangerous cliff of a hundred feet. Under the cliff, a small sampan was bumping in the huge waves. Zhang San fell like autumn leaves and landed on the sampan without hesitation.

This book is a novel by Ma Dawan, a young writer who has returned from overseas. The story takes place in Blackpool, a suburb in west London, England. Mingbi, a weak and lazy Chinese novelist, ended his short marriage at the age of 30 and indirectly met Mei Yiyi, a 24-year-old Chinese girl. Mei Yiyi is full of Eastern innocent charm and Western ideas. Mingbi falls in love with her at first sight and becomes passionately obsessed with her. However, Mei went her own way and had an affair with the British gentleman Harvey, until Mingbi got angry and gave Harvey a heavy blow.

Niu Zi joined the Eighth Route Army on the second day of the fifth lunar month in the fourth year of the Anti-Japanese War. The year was 1941, the most difficult days of the Anti-Japanese War, and Niu Zi was 15 years old. This morning, Niu Zi was grazing cattle on Nanshan Mountain. The calf gnawed on peach leaves and elm leaves beside the stone weir, mooing while eating. "Bah!" Suddenly gunfire came from the village. Then, there were a few more "bah" sounds. Then men roared, women and children cried and screamed, and in two places smoke rose. Niu Zi felt that something was not good and shouted: "Hurry up!" He led the calf and ran down the mountain. A team of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers led more than 20 security soldiers out to patrol, looking for the Eighth Route Army. I couldn't find even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army along the way, so I went to Niujia Village to search. After searching a few households and failing to find any, I had to recruit young and middle-aged workers to build strongholds, dig trenches, and also grab grain and chickens.

Zhong Wei arrived in Moscow on the international train from Beijing to Moscow. In the 1990s, with the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, a group of foresighted Chinese people set up business in Moscow. This group of people is nicknamed the "international gangsters". The demonstration effect of making money has prompted many people to join the ranks of traitors. This is how Zhong Wei joined the gang. After setting off, he rarely interacted with people on the train. His cold face and cold eyes left a deep impression on people. No wonder a group of Beijing gangsters are talking behind their backs: This guy doesn't look like a businessman, but more like a cold-faced killer seeking revenge. Zhong Wei checked into a two-story Chinese hotel with everyone. As soon as he settled in, it was already dark. This was Zhong Wei's first time in Moscow and his first time doing business, so he felt overwhelmed. He lives in the innermost room on the second floor.

It was drizzling outside, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Zhao Gongqian, the housekeeper of Hengchang Medicinal Materials Store, held an oil umbrella and hurriedly entered the medicine store. At this moment, Na Rand, the shopkeeper of the medicine store, was lying on the kang in the backyard and smoking a hookah leisurely, wearing a double-breasted white silk shirt. Today is a rainy day, and it is rare to relax our tired muscles and bones. Na Rand was puffing away his eyes with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Gongqian walking in with a happy face. Rand raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Gongqian, still smoking his hookah, and motioned for him to sit down on the chair next to him. Zhao Gongqian took off his black wool hat, untied his black silk gown and hung it on the hanger, then sat on a chair, looked at Na Rand with squinted eyes and smiled: "Shopkeeper, guess what good news I brought you today?"

Nanjing natives love pickled fish and hate eating spinach. Libra is an indecisive planet person. I think I am extremely incapable of asking Tarot cards every time I eat or dress. Working a job where you can watch movies at any time. Like director Wenders and writer Graham, they even let themselves believe that God exists, at least in the world of artists. Representative works: The "Pursuer" series with "Li Zhen × Tang Guangxiao" as the CP, published exclusively in "The Most Reasoning". This is your history, and it is also my destiny. I once yearned for the deep ocean, but in the end I was buried here.

Xia Guyue has been in the room for more than an hour. She is repairing a twelve-level Rubik's Cube. That was a birthday gift given to her by Murong Sixuan on her nineteenth birthday three years ago. She was used to turning the Rubik's Cube quickly when thinking. Over the past few years, the Rubik's Cube wore out a lot and finally fell apart. At this time, Murong Sixuan walked into the room and said expressionlessly: "You lost a total of seventy-three tubes of Mentos and one hundred and thirty-eight boxes of TicTac candies when you played chess with me in October. When is the end of the month?" "It was Xia Xunyu who lost, you look for her." Xia Guyue didn't even look at Murong Sixuan. "Then let her 'come out'." "Don't you see that I'm doing something she can't do?" "Speaking of which, she seems to be aware of it..."

August 1967, Beijing. Wu Weidong stood in front of the "Revolutionary Rebellion Headquarters" building at a university in Beijing, looking at the big-character posters all over the campus undulating like waves in the breeze, and felt very comfortable. His father, Wu Zhongyi, had served as a confidential section chief in the Ministry of Public Security for many years. During the Cultural Revolution, he posted the first big-character poster bombarding the "establishment" in his unit at the right time. He became a leading cadre who "appeared" and entered the core team of the rebels. My father became the leader of the rebel group, so my son was naturally put in a more important position. Wu Weidong was soon promoted to the "deputy commander" of the school's rebel organization. When a person is lucky, the flowers of love begin to bloom towards him. This flower is classmate Li Yingzi, with a pair of pink and phoenix eyes on her fair duck-egg face that make people's hearts itch. But her beauty has long been coveted by rebel commander Zhou Chuang.

The male teacher clapped his hands and started today's lecture. "Speaking of eternal life, in Eastern stories, there is the story of Qin Shihuang sending Xu Fu to search for the elixir of immortality. In the West, thanks to TV movies, the concept of vampires stands out. "The image of vampires is usually pale and handsome, with great power that ordinary people cannot reach. At the same time, they are afraid of the sun, crosses, holy water, and garlic. Of course, these all belong to the category of folklore.

One May Road, standing in the Mid-levels of Central, is a famous Mid-levels mansion in Hong Kong. Feng Yilin lives alone here. That evening, the sun set in the west, and the sunset shined into the house through the window. Feng Yilin sat by the window, overlooking Victoria Park, and couldn't help but think of his wife and daughter again. Six months ago, Feng Yilin's only daughter committed suicide because of love. The death of his daughter left Feng Yilin heartbroken and his hair turned gray overnight. Naturally, his wife could not bear such a blow. She fell ill and passed away not long after.

Blue joined the Communist Party during the Great Revolution and was engaged in revolutionary struggles in Guangdong, Hainan and Southeast Asia for a long time. He went through life and death and accumulated rich experience in underground struggles. At the same time, he sacrificed one hand for the revolution. In 1932, Blue was deported to Hong Kong by Malaysia. The ship arrives in Hong Kong. Blue and He Jianxiong said goodbye reluctantly, neither of them explained their whereabouts or asked the other about their plans. They understood that the other party had also received secret instructions from the party and could only wave goodbye here. As soon as he set foot on the hot soil of the motherland, the feeling of homesickness stirred up Bru's family so strongly. It was very close to home. He wanted to go back to Hainan and Dongyu Island to see his parents and brothers and sisters! However, the party's instructions are iron discipline and a call, and no moment can be delayed.

After 8 o'clock in the evening on September 10, Lin Mao, who had just gotten off work, received a cell phone call from Liu Na, asking him to meet at his usual place at 11 o'clock. Liu Na is the wife of the boss of "Bai E Film and Television Props Rental Company". She is 32 years younger than the boss and very beautiful. 23-Year-old Lin Mao is an ordinary security guard at the "Bai E Film and Television Props Rental Company". He is tall, handsome and a foreigner. He has been a scout for two years. He has a sweet mouth and some fists. At this time, Liu Na was doing health care at the "Fashion Beauty Center". Her husband went on a business trip abroad on September 7 and would not be back until a week later. The "Bishui Renjia" community where Liu Na lives was originally cultivated land in Huaihua Village. The current Huaihua Village and the large tracts of cultivated land have long since disappeared, leaving only a messy grove to the north of the old village site that has not yet been developed. Ever since Liu Na and Lin Mao got along, this grove has become a place where the two often date.

There is a famous blacksmith shop in Anzhou. The owner of the shop is called Shiba Chui. When it comes to the origin of this name, the story has to be traced back to his great-great-grandfather's generation. At that time, there were two blacksmith shops in Anzhou City. The one in the east of the city was surnamed Zhang, and the one in the west was surnamed Wang. The craftsmanship of both shops is so famous that even officials want to make swords and guns from them. It is said that two iron shops, each wearing his own shoes and each making his own iron, should live in peace with each other. Unexpectedly, one day, Blacksmith Wang drank two more drinks. When he heard someone discussing who was better between him and the blacksmith named Zhang, he suddenly became excited and said arrogantly: "How can you compare that blacksmith with me? Who am I? What is he? Comparing his craftsmanship with me, are you not afraid of humiliating me?"

In the early morning, a horse as fast as black coal galloped from Deqin, passed through the cliffs like a city on both sides, and went straight to a cultivation cave in Meili Snow Mountain. The man on the horse had a 20-shot pistol in his waist and a long gun on his back. He carried two sheepskin bags on his back. He stopped not far from a practice cave that circled up against the cliff. This is a tall and burly young Tibetan with a dark face, and a gloomy murderous aura in his eyes. When he jumped off the horse, the black horse was spitting out white foam and beads of sweat hung on its black mane. Above the practice cave, a dome-like rock protrudes from the cave wall, like a canopy. He tied his horse to a thick fir tree not far away, picked up the two sheepskin bags from the horse's back and bent into the cave. The cave is neither big nor deep. Through the light coming from outside, it can be seen that there is a layer of grass on the ground. A middle-aged man wearing a Tibetan robe and a sheepskin hat is meditating and chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

The three famous buildings on Shiquan Street, not to mention Gusu City, are second to none even if you look at the entire Jiangnan. The business of the three buildings has its own business, and most of a person's normal hobbies can be found in these three buildings: Jufan is a person, most of whom have a gambling habit. The "Wangyue Tower" located at the west end of the street is a gambling house, open all day long, regardless of poverty or poverty. Men and women, as long as they have money, even a dog can enter; "Food comes first", and the "Deyue Tower" standing in the middle of the street is famous all over the world for its vegetarian dishes; as for the "Lanyue Tower" on the east side of the street, it is the pickiest among the three buildings when it comes to customers. Women and children are not allowed in, only rich men with penises can enter, and this is also a brothel! That night, a very strange guest came to the "Lanyue Tower". Even the well-informed Madam Sang was surprised by the strange request made by the guest.

The wind is blowing, the snow is falling, and the land is vast. The cold river is frozen, twisting and turning, and winding away. The sky and the earth seem to be the same color as ice and snow, and there is boundless desolation in the desolation and loneliness. The dead branches of the old trees stretched diagonally toward the sky, swaying and dancing wildly in the cold wind, as if the unwilling souls trapped in purgatory opened their withered ghost hands and screamed at the sky in miserable and terrifying despair, adding unspeakable melancholy and a hint of ghostly coldness out of thin air. A small patch of sparse winter plums surrounds a row of low thatched huts in twos and threes. The plum blossoms are all over the trees and the fragrance floats in the space, free and easy. The rapid sound of hoofbeats came from afar, and the iron hoofs passed by, breaking the ice and kicking up the scattered snow. Immediately, a man in purple clothes, young and handsome, with a shawl, fluttering in the wind.

The night was dark and windy, and the dull sound of the tide could be heard in the distance. A knife "swishes" through the wormwood as tall as a person, pushing aside a clump of weeds. Hidden behind the grass were two children, a boy and a girl, hugging each other in fear. Seeing that he was discovered, the boy suddenly took out something and threw it into the air. A ray of blue light immediately rose into the sky. He pulled the girl and ran towards the pile of rocks, not caring about the thorns on the soles of his feet. The murderer followed leisurely behind him, his ferocious laughter more piercing than the night wind. Suddenly, a strong, salty wind hit them, and the two children stopped in their tracks. The girl looked over the boy's shoulder and screamed helplessly. In front of them was a cliff, and the black sea below was roaring and beating against the cliff. "You guys are running away, why do you have to stop?" The person behind said with a grin.

At a corner along the Xijiang River, there is an old street in the old city named "Yumenfang". It has been standing on the river for hundreds of years. When the river rises every spring and summer, it looks like an island floating on the water. According to the elders in the neighborhood, decades ago, there was a family named Leng who lived there. Later, they moved away and the house was demolished for some reason, so it was converted into an ancestral hall to worship a certain deity. However, as time went by, people did not have enough faith in this deity, so the incense disappeared and the name was lost. As time goes by, the banyan tree grows more shaded, and from unknown year onwards, people who intend to die in the nearby lanes hang themselves in the big banyan tree.

Zheng Xiaoxu said sadly: "Once you get these two treasures, you two will live a prosperous life. If you resist the decree..." Late at night, the cold wind was biting. The Beijing Railway Station was shrouded in a few soybean-like lights. Suddenly, several cars drove up like ghosts and parked silently in front of the train station gate. As soon as the door opened, several people in black jumped out, and a man in a black cloak was helped out and hurriedly walked into the station. The man in the cloak is thin and wears a pair of round-rimmed myopia glasses. His face is expressionless and he just moves his steps mechanically. This person is Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty who abdicated. After the Revolution of 1911, the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, but Emperor Puyi still lived in the palace. Although he no longer had the imperial power to command the world, he still accepted visits from ministers and acted like an emperor.

Huang Banxian had just driven the pigs into the pigsty when suddenly a man stumbled in, covered in blood. When he saw Huang Banxian, he breathlessly said: "Little brother, help me, there are Japanese people chasing me behind." Before Huang Banxian could ask more questions, he hid him in the pigsty and smeared a lot of smelly mud on him until he could no longer see the man and the pigs. Huang Banxian came out of the pig pen, rolled on the ground deliberately, and then lay on the ground and howled: "You stinky soldier, why do you come back and snatch my horse, you stinky soldier..." While he was howling, several Japanese chased him in and asked Huang Banxian if he had seen an injured officer. Huang Banxian cried and said: "He knocked me to the ground, snatched my horse, and rode away to the west."

Li Jinbiao's profession is killing. An extremely heavy iron alloy sword passed down from ancestors, with a little grimace cast on the top and an iron ring in its mouth. When it is moved, it makes a sweet clanking sound, like a wind chime under the eaves. The groove of the knife was wide and deep, flowing the blood smoothly into the little grimace's mouth. After drinking too much blood, the sword became energetic. The knife is grey-blue, its luster is dignified but not frivolous, and it holds the lintel of the Li family mightily. When sacrificing knives on the Ghost Festival on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the ghost-headed knives are always juxtaposed with the ancestral tablets - the candlelight is swaying, the sandalwood is thick, and the atmosphere is gloomy and eerie. Li Jinbiao's bear-like head was lowered, with an extremely pious expression. Li Jinbiao's profession as an executioner is hereditary. This unique skill of killing has been passed down from generation to generation from his ancestors, and it has been passed down to him for eighteen lifetimes.

At half past five in the morning, Liu Xiaodong woke up from his dream on time. After working as a prosecutor for five years, this biological clock is more accurate than an alarm clock. He used to lie in bed and go through yesterday's events in his mind, and then make preliminary arrangements for what he was going to do today. What occupied his entire mind today was the crime case involving the Jufeng Group. That Tian Feng has committed many evil deeds, but he is a treacherous and treacherous person who has always been at large due to lack of evidence. After thinking quietly for half an hour, I still couldn't figure it out. Liu Xiaodong put on his clothes and leaned on the bed as usual, turned on the TV with the remote control, and watched the city's morning news. Just as a news item finished, smoke suddenly billowed on the screen.

Ye Xuesong's original name is Ye Hui, male, Manchu, born in the 1970s. Mainly engaged in writing popular novels and stories. He has been writing professionally since 1999. He has published about 2 million words of literary works in various genres. He is a member of Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. He graduated from the emerging writers class of Liaoning University of Literature in 2007 and is now engaged in professional writing at home. Editor's note: I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. People who have never experienced troubled times cannot understand the panic of hanging by a thread and the sadness of being homeless. Chinese people have longed for a peaceful and prosperous age from generation to generation, but what does a peaceful and prosperous age mean? "Han Shu·Shi Huo Zhi" says: "The people have enough for their families, and they are full of money." "Money, accumulated by hundreds and thousands, is rotten and cannot be corrected. Millet, full of dew and accumulated outside, is rotten and cannot be eaten."

Drugs have become rampant in Rongzhou City in recent times, and the number of drug addicts has increased significantly. The police were ordered to identify the source of the poison as soon as possible. After police officer Lei Qing received the task, he found it very difficult. Rongzhou is located in the Central Plains, and has always been very strict about drug control and crackdowns on drug dealers very hard. Furthermore, drug dealers sell drugs from abroad to the mainland. The journey is long and passes through many checkpoints. The risks are very high, so generally they dare not act rashly. But why have drugs suddenly become more prevalent in recent times? Aren't drug dealers afraid of death? Officer Lei Qing mobilized all manpower and material resources and launched internal and external tracking and investigation. The feedback came back that no new drug trafficking gangs were found in the recent period, and the number of drugs seized at each checkpoint in Rongzhou for six consecutive months was almost zero. It can be said that drug dealers almost no longer dare to sell drugs to Rongzhou. If there is no drug trafficking, where does the drug come from? Is there someone making drugs locally?

The mid-Ming Dynasty was a troubled time. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the breeze was blowing, and on the road leading to Hangzhou, two fast horses were galloping towards Hangzhou. Although the knights on the two horses are dressed in plain clothes, it is not difficult to see that they have different temperaments. The middle-aged man riding on the red horse in front has a gentle appearance, wise eyes, and an otherworldly feeling; the young man riding on the white horse behind has a heroic temperament and a powerful appearance, giving people the impression of being calm and powerful. Of these two people, the middle-aged man is Hai Rui, the newly appointed governor of Hangzhou, and the young man is his bodyguard Lin Rui. Suddenly, a woman's sharp cry came from the corner ahead. Hai Rui and Lin Rui hurriedly drove past the bend in the road.

Six friends bid farewell to their youth and regain a new life on a journey to chase a murderer. In 1997, on the eve of Hong Kong's return to the motherland, the young female teacher Nie Qian disappeared. At the age of sixteen, I was Nie Qian's favorite student and the last person to see her. As a lover of mystery novels, I concluded that the teacher was kidnapped by a taxi driver and taken to the coastline of Chongming Island, where he was in danger. That summer, I didn't know where to go after failing the high school entrance examination. I decided to go to Chongming Island to save the teacher and myself. But I am not alone, we are a group of "problem students" - four boys and two girls, each facing different youth dilemmas. Six teenagers traveled together to the dark night when the typhoon made landfall. This is a hormonal journey, a journey of self-redemption, a journey of witnessing history, and a rite of passage for our generation.

Xiaofei and Zhang Qian are a pair of very good sisters. They are senior students at the provincial police academy. One is good at writing and the other is good at martial arts. The two of them agreed to apply for civil service jobs in the city's Public Security Bureau after graduation, with Zhang Qian as a criminal police officer and Xiao Fei as an administrative officer. But Xiaofei suddenly received a call from her parents, saying that her brother in Europe had found a job for Xiaofei in Germany and asked Xiaofei to go to Germany after graduation. In this way, the two good friends had to separate. The day before Xiaofei went abroad, she asked Zhang Qian to accompany her to the suburban Datang Town to buy some women's Tang suits. Xiaofei's brother married a German girl last year, and her foreign sister-in-law likes Chinese Tang suits, so Xiaofei decided to buy a few as gifts.

Zhang He had that dream again. It was like a rust-colored dream, with dim yellow lights swinging back and forth to illuminate the cold cage. A woman whose face could not be seen clearly sang babblingly, and then the iron prison was opened and the woman was dragged out. There seemed to be faint screams not far away, and there was a whooshing sound of wind when the whip was waved. Zhang He watched the woman struggling with her bare feet, dragging a trail of marks on the wet floor. There were many people talking, either laughing or crying, and then a tall man suddenly appeared in front of Zhang He, with his hands behind his back and a black whip stuck in his belt.

In the midsummer of June, the sun is blazing, and the chirping of cicadas pours down from the lush branches and leaves. There is a tea shop under the tree. The shop is not big, but the environment is quiet. It was noon, and many customers came to the tea shop. They sat at several tables in twos and threes, drinking tea while listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, which was very comfortable. Among the tea guests were two young women, sitting by the window. One of them was only seventeen or eighteen years old, innocent and innocent, and he was Liu Yunxiang. The other one is a few years older than Liu Yunxiang, in her early twenties, with elegant appearance and a bookish air between her brows. Her name is Tan Shishi. Tan Shishi's father, Tan Shu, served as the censor Zhongcheng in the imperial court and had frequent contacts with Liu Qianye, so she and Liu Yunxiang had known each other since they were children. There was a plate of peanuts and three bowls of tea on the table for the two of them. No one was sitting on the other seat, but half of the tea was drunk.

It was an unbearably hot noon in June 1934. Tianjin Wei Taigu Pier is crowded with people and playing drums and music, making it very lively. A brand-new luxury cruise ship moored at the pier stood upright, with lights and colorful flags on board, and it was particularly eye-catching. This new luxury passenger ship of the Taigu Company, owned by a British businessman, has a Chinese name - "Shuntian". For many days in a row, the "Shuntian" docked at Taigu Pier for tourists to visit, and it was in the limelight. It is said that it is for tourists to visit, but it is actually a kind of show off. This world-class "Sunchon" passenger ship can be compared with the world-famous Titanic. "Shuntian" ship has large tonnage and advanced facilities. The special cabins, first-class cabins, and second-class cabins are extremely gorgeous; the movie hall, ballroom, and Chinese and Western restaurants are splendid. "Shuntian" ship is simply a mobile palace on the sea.

My name is Zhong Shi and I am a surgeon. After my rotation out of the base, I followed my boss to Zhangzhou Medical Branch. When I went there, it happened to be the peak season of epidemics in summer, and the county-level health station had to send someone to the grassroots level to take the medical team to the village to station and administer vaccines. It was impossible for the boss to go, so this job naturally fell on me. The next day I packed my luggage and set off to a place called Cuiyang Village in the forest area. Most of the villages in Cuiyang Village are considered severely impoverished and backward areas. Not to mention network signals, flush toilets or power supply, the safety of drinking water alone cannot be guaranteed. I am leading a medical team of five people, all of whom are men. Girls cannot go to this kind of place. The train was replaced by a small train, the small train was replaced by a bus, and the bus was replaced by an electric tricycle. In the end, it took three hours of walking to arrive.

Lin Zhu from Qingyanggou Village at the foot of Yunmaoling Mountain disappeared together with his cows, and his parents were very anxious. After two days of searching and no trace, Lin Zhu's father, Lin Shuyuan, had no choice but to report the case to the police. After receiving the alarm from Lin Shuyuan, the County Public Security Bureau took it seriously and quickly set up a task force. The leader of the task force is the famous detective Zhao Jian. He led his assistant Li Jiannan, police station director Feng Zhong and all members of the team to quickly enter Qingyanggou Village. They didn't believe that a twelve-year-old child and a huge cow could disappear without leaving a trace. They mobilized mountain people to search carefully in the forest for two days and two nights, but found no trace at all.

This morning, Xiao Hu from the town police station received the task of assisting in investigating a case in the district. He drove to Xinliu Village under the town, and found Wang Dong's house through the guidance of an enthusiastic woman at the entrance of the village. The door was open. Xiao Hu did not knock on the iron door to signal, but walked straight into the courtyard, and an indescribable smell of feces hit him. The toilet door on the west side was open. He covered his nose and walked over. He saw Wang Dong squatting on the edge of the pit with a hoe to salvage something. Xiao Hu said nothing, standing by the door and staring. The salvage was not going smoothly. There were several splashing sounds. Wang Dong stood up with a hoe, drooping his head and sighing a few times, looking very heavy. He turned around and saw Xiao Hu, who had been waiting for a long time. He stepped back and lost his balance. Fortunately, he was able to stand still with the hoe. Xiao Hu came over and stretched his head to look into the latrine. What he saw was not disgusting human excrement, but a piece of excrement like ink.

The temple was so dark with no lights that even the gods enshrined in the Buddhist niches could not be seen clearly. The cold wind blew in from the crack in the door, blowing the hanging curtains into the air. The sound was like the flapping of bat wings at night, which sounded very strange. A figure knelt on the futon in front of the Buddhist niche and was bowing respectfully. He kowtowed three times in succession, then knelt straight and chanted softly, but it was not a pious prayer, but a vicious curse: "My God, Empress Nuwa, you don't have to There is no kindness left anymore. The world has betrayed you for a long time. They no longer have respect or obedience for you. I..." Suddenly, the two doors made a "squeak" sound. The man suddenly turned his head, only to find that it was just the wind blowing the door and there was nothing abnormal.

September 9, 8:23 am. Interpol meeting room. This morning, Liang Yin learned that the Criminal Police Team was going to second her, and she was quite excited. Compared to a behind-the-scenes role as a forensic scientist, she prefers to face-to-face with criminals on the front line. But after the criminal police team met Luo Fei, she realized that it was not as pleasant as she expected. "Lu Fengping?" The girl's eyes widened when she heard the name, and she couldn't believe her ears. Seeing this, Luo Fei guessed: "Have you known each other before?" "More than just acquaintance..." Liang Yin said with a wry smile, "I hate this guy the most!" "We hate him too!" Chen Jiaxin next to him interjected, as if he wanted to actively express his position to the girl.

Fang Rui woke up from bed at 11 noon, and the first thing he did was to take out his phone and check Weibo. The popular information on the homepage is as always, with celebrity gossip, social news, and various jokes emerging in an endless stream. Fang Rui glanced at it casually, then swiped it with his fingertips without interest. Article 1: "Prove that you are a foodie in one sentence." Is there any need to prove it? Fang Rui complained. Next article: "Continuous heavy rains in Bilong area." Where did this come from? On the third line, it says, "Round faces look better than pointed ones," and is accompanied by several pictures of pie-faced faces. Fang Rui took a look and saw that it was actually posted by Dahuang V, a fan with millions of fans. There were tens of thousands of retweets and comments below.

There is a myth that a person who cannot sleep peacefully at 3:35 in the morning will never be able to sleep again throughout the night. Li Zhen sat on the bed and looked at the clock on the wall. The time was already three thirty-six. He lit a cigarette, took two puffs, stood up, put on his sportswear, took his keys, put on his sneakers and went out. He lives alone on the outskirts of Tiema City and moved here two months ago. The community is close to the countryside. After crossing two roads, you can see the national highway. Several trucks carrying goods passed by quickly, and the taxis on the street were in low spirits. Li Zhen turned into a small road beside the national highway. He stretched for about ten minutes at the intersection and started jogging on the dim street without street lights.

Ten years ago, there was a very popular late-night ghost talk show with three hosts: a master and two beauties. They often go to tropical countries to shoot outdoor scenes. The beautiful host wears a bikini and searches for local horror stories in cemeteries, abandoned hospitals, and old barracks late at night. The master is responsible for summoning ghosts and listening to the grievances of lonely ghosts. He is also responsible for cleansing the body, removing the negative energy from the beautiful host, and introducing some local ghost stories. Once, they went to Thailand to visit a fairy girl. The journey lasted three days.

Hey, what is Fei Yuan Demon, is it Feitou Man? Although the names of Feitou Man and Feiyuan Demon are similar, they are two completely different monsters. The former is a monster that can separate its head and body, while the latter is a beauty, a peerless beauty! [Buried Alive] Kinrokuro opened his eyes, but his eyes were still dark. The buzzing in his ears became more and more noisy, rising rapidly, flying through his mind like a kite. It's poison! The potency of the poison is still there. The injuries on his chest and waist were so painful that the corners of his eyes twitched.

The autumn rain was so lingering that it continued for three days and three nights with no sign of stopping. Lu Xiaoci's heart was filled with too much gloom, just like the weather, and she was a little restless. Fortunately, I don't have to go to work on Saturday, so I can stay at home and sleep comfortably listening to the sound of rain. It's just that she has been debating whether to go to the dance school to take modern dance classes in the evening. The road was a bit long, the weather was a bit cold, and most importantly, the thought of her dance partner, the fat man with half of his head bald, made Lu Xiaoci unappetizing. Every time she was held by his greasy hands, she had the thought of being a vegetarian for a month.

2130, Canada, Yukon Territory. The sky is gray, with all kinds of sand and dust flying all over the sky. This is a hilly area; the smelly wind blows into the hills from the passes of the mountains in the north of the hills. More than a hundred years ago, this was a paradise for animals and plants. Now, the only green on the deserted land is the grass a few centimeters high by the river. The black river passes through the pass and flows south. A man in gray is walking carefully along the river. A few kilometers ahead, a pyramid-shaped safe house more than thirty meters high stands on the riverside. The man in gray walked to the pyramid. This pyramid did not have the necessary sentries and exhaust pipes for a safe house. Apparently, it had been abandoned for a long time.