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The author of the novel "You Can't Escape" is a young farmer from Chizhou, Anhui. In his early years, he had been a prisoner for several years because of causing trouble. After being released from prison, he was unwilling to sink and worked hard to create this novel. The book will be published by Writers Press and will be adapted into a 20-episode TV series. What this journal publishes here is the first few chapters of the work. The attached article "Gold Will Always Shine" details the creation and publication process of the book for readers' reference. Feilong special police officer Ning Yifan, who had nowhere to escape, was talking to Cheng Hao about official matters in the company when Chu Feilong's phone call suddenly came in. He said that he was going north to hunt and planned to stay in Beijing for two days. Ning Yifan had a smile on his face. When Cheng Hao saw it, he was about to leave, but Ning Yifan waved him to stay while talking.

Guided by an owl, a cleaner at Seronya Hospital entered the hospital's air-raid shelter tunnel and found the bodies of a female psychiatrist and the director of the psychiatric department who had disappeared not long ago. A few months later, Seronya Hospital was moved due to demolition. Wu Chongyuan and Yu Zhenbao, two people who stayed behind in the demolition of their old house, heard horrific screams coming from the former site of Serongya Hospital in the middle of the night. The two were curious to find out, but their nightmare began. Wu Chongyuan drove a taxi and knocked down a man. Wu Chongyuan drove the car to the hospital, but the injured man was missing. Later, he took Wu Chongyuan back to the mental hospital as a mental patient "Sun Mu". What is even more incredible is that the hospital actually regarded Wu Chongyuan as "Sun Mu" and conducted experiments on him to replace brain information.

Chongqing in 1942. At Jiaochangkou, where brothels are concentrated, a trio of horse-drawn carriages jingled on the road. The horse is majestic and sleek, and the person sitting on the spring seat is tall and eye-catching: wearing a suit, top hat, big sunglasses, broad shoulders, thick back and straight waist. Even the coachman and the bodyguards hanging on the doors on both sides are so capable and agile. Such a carriage running on the road looks more luxurious than a Citroen or Ford sedan. The carriage went around the Jiaochang Dam. "Huh--" The coachman pulled the reins of the horse, turned around and asked the sitting owner: "Brother, which restaurant are you going to?" The man called eldest brother held his hands in front of his chest, his head was slightly lowered, feeling depressed, and did not answer.

Barrister Peng Yueming walked into his office around ten in the morning as usual and passed a middle-aged woman at the door. With just a quick glance, the look of sadness and despair on the woman's face was unforgettable to him. The reason why Lawyer Peng is praised by the citizens of S City as "the patron saint of disadvantaged groups" is not only because of his proficiency in legal provisions and outstanding eloquence, but also because of his philanthropic heart. Peng Yueming sat down in the office, the desolate and desperate look on the woman's face flashing in his mind.

The history of the twentieth century will record the tragedy of one human being with the heaviest pen and ink! On June 14, 1988, Lu Xinghua, a member of the China Science and Technology Investigation Team, was murdered in Longyan Cave in Toji Park, Tokyo. It is reported that in the morning, he went to Koshien Mall in Tokyo and bought a shirt. At 2 p. M., He received a strange phone call. The caller claimed to be Tsunei Guntz from the stamp shop. Using an orphan stamp treasure as bait, he asked him to go to Toji Park to check for a loan at 6 p. M. He would send a car to pick him up. Zhunzhi's phone was tapped by the Skull and Bones Party. The Skull and Bones are an underground underworld organization in Japan and international terrorists. Their rampant activities are famous in Southeast Asia. The eavesdropping Skull and Bones leader sneered, with an ulterior and sinister look on his face...

Zhang Yang, we agreed to go to the supermarket, why are you still sleeping? My wife called me from inside the house. Who am I? Am I Zhang Yang? Am I Yang Guang? I am... I half-closed my eyes and looked at my hands blankly. Fortunately, there was no paper in my hands, and there was no "Lost in Direction". I looked around blankly. The sun was stuck in the sky blankly, not like it was real. I suddenly felt that I was still in a dream. Duke Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. When he woke up, he didn't know whether the butterfly had turned into Duke Zhou or whether Duke Zhou had turned into a butterfly. Where am I now? I don't know if I woke up from a dream or if I just entered a dream. Reality and fantasy both feel real and both feel illusory. Who can tell clearly who is real and who is illusory?

With the development of human society, "sexual harassment" has become a heavy topic that people have to face. Women are a vulnerable group in human society, and many people have been confused by inexplicable "sexual harassment" from time to time. According to incomplete statistics, 70% of women in China have been "sexually harassed". From childhood to adolescence, from youth to young women, from middle age to old age, they have always been "sexually harassed" inexplicably. The ubiquitous "sexual harassment" only adds endless troubles to women, and even induces unimaginable tragedies... The concept of "sexual harassment" was proposed by the Western feminist movement. In China's past "Criminal Code", there was a term similar to it: "the crime of molesting women."

Just because he was involved in a bizarre "bloody" kidnapping case for no reason, being investigated became the entire content of Du Lianfu's life. All this caught him off guard. Do you know why we summoned you? ......Know. The sun is setting in the west and the street lights are not on. This is the darkest time of the day in the city. Du Lianfu walked out of the gate of the bathing city and looked up at the street. The strange darkness made his heart sink, and he shivered like a cold. He subconsciously pulled down the brim of his hat, and fastened the buttons of his untied down jacket one by one before going out. Then he stepped forward, crossed the road, and walked into the darker urban village to be demolished. Old man, go forward and don't turn around. Du Lianfu heard a low-pitched voice behind him, and when he was wondering if the words were directed at him, he felt a hard "guy" press against his lower back. The gun was stolen.

In war years, surprising things can happen. No, during the great pursuit, the logistics soldiers who were responsible for supplying food, fodder and ammunition ran in front of the field troops and stepped on the enemy's heels. The Logistics Department of the Corps, the commander, the staff officers, and the officers got out of the American-made jeeps after entering the county town; then they arrived at the health station and the guard platoon. The communications class and the Giuseppe, which had just been expanded from the propaganda class to the art team, caught up with them. After the guards lined up to search the pseudo-county government, all the cadres and soldiers entered the county government compound where there was no one there. It was really a crushing defeat. Chiang Kai-shek's Central Army desperately selected from Nanchang, Jiujiang, and Ganzhou to Guangzhou.

When I was sent to Tianzhong County as a writer to serve as deputy county magistrate, many people told me about a case that once caused a sensation in this county. It's a homicide case, but it's not exactly a homicide case. There are cases within the case, which is quite complicated. It has been over ten years, and everyone is still talking about it. Because the people who told me about this case were different, the appearance of the case was also different, and the evaluations of the various people inside were even more varied. It was really like a "Rashomon" episode. Don't blame anyone. I understand them. No matter how complicated the case is, it belongs to others. The first person to tell me about this case was my driver, Master Liu. But from the time I took office in the county until I left, he never told the story in detail, and others told it even more fragmentedly.

Here is a true portrayal of the life of CIA officials: the espionage and counterintelligence training they received, and the battle of wits with Soviet spies, FBI agents, etc.; It reveals in depth the "Berlin Tunnel" incident that humiliated the United States, the Bay of Pigs incident and the resulting Cuban Missile Crisis, and even provides an in-depth explanation of Castro's various conspiracies to subvert and the assassination of President Kennedy; it particularly shows the political entanglements between the CIA, the FBI, the Department of Justice, and the State Department.

In the 29th century AD, human technology reached a devastating peak. The ecological environment has been destroyed, rare species have become extinct one after another, and green vegetation is gradually disappearing on the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye. A global war for resources is coming quietly, and a fully information-based Third World War has been quietly launched. Ten years after the war, the earth was devastated. The uncontrolled use of nuclear weapons has caused irreversible ecological collapse in many areas. Human beings began their long and arduous journey of recuperation and recuperation.

Hao Bichuan said, Therefore, the results you get in your search are worthless to me. But in the process of accompanying me to the countryside, I gained something unexpected. When I went to the countryside with you, my exhausted soul was awakened. As Xia Nair said, we are alive in embarrassment. In the past, I was unable to judge good and evil, but after I went to the countryside, I not only knew what good and evil were, but also the evil in me, and the goodness in my inner world was slowly awakening. Song Xiaoli said that this banquet should be regarded as a celebration party. Hao Bichuan raised his glass and said, "Two disciples, let us drink this glass of wine."

I was sent to the top of the mountain by the green fire. At this time, the boulder on the top of the mountain was already crumbling. In a sudden shock, the boulder cracked; in the pile of rubble, I saw a green-feathered bird. Although the color of its feathers and beak had faded, and even though the feathers on its head had long since fallen off, I recognized it because it had no legs. It holds a seed in its mouth. The seed was as dry and lifeless as it. The seeds hidden in the boulders died long ago. Something fell from the sky and landed at my feet. It's the parchment. I picked it up and opened it, but I didn't recognize a word. I could only stand up, dust myself off, and return to the village along the same path. The whole village was in great shock. People panicked. The patriarch saw me and asked me what happened. I handed him the parchment and said to him: The parchment has been found for you. However, we can no longer live here. Quickly lead your tribe to move, leave here, and find another way to survive.

"I have seen the injury on his knee. The injured part is actually very small and very new. It is mainly a comminuted fracture caused by the impact of a heavy object." I said, "And didn't I ask you to check the information on the Japanese air raids in this area sixty years ago? It is said in the county annals Only one place was bombed, and that place was Azuma Bridge. "Why would a person suffer comminuted fractures on both knees?" I said, "The possibility is that he was once unconscious." When he woke up, he realized that he was in danger while sleepwalking. In order to prevent himself from hurting others, he mutilated his legs. When he found out that he accidentally killed his wife, he went to Azuma Bridge every day to confess. "What a confusing case." Shaking his head, "By the way, when I was checking the information, I accidentally discovered that it turned out that Squire Zhang also died of mental illness later! You were right, a family of lunatics!" "... Inherited things..." I turned to look out the window and smiled.

I stood at the door of Vice Governor Qian's villa and watched his black Audi slide out quietly, pass through the heavily guarded gate, and slowly drive towards Binjiang Avenue, blending into the fiery red. Behind me, the strange cry of the parrot baby came: "Morning! Morning!" I ignored the baby's greeting. My eyes fell on the phoenix tree that was burning like fire, but the gloomy face of Vice Governor Qian kept appearing in front of me. During these days, Vice-Governor Qian became erratic, almost like a menopausal woman, getting angry at every turn, and the driver Gu Dangguang and I looked like two burnt hot dogs. "I'm one of our own, so I fuck you. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother paying attention to you!" Vice Governor Qian comforted us like this when we were in a good mood.

When Zhu Tianqi was ten years old, he learned from his uncle and set up a food stall at the canal pier and ran a business of roasting old tofu. There are three door panels lined up in a row, and the two-foot-long food stall is packed with people all day long. The roof supported by white cotton cloth blocks out the sun and dust, and there are four large ink characters on the lace eaves: "Zhu Ji Tofu". At one end of the food stall are two large cast iron cauldrons, which are steaming hot. On the table are nine bowls of seven reds and eight greens and eighteen plates of ingredients. I wish the tofu stall a good start! Little Tianqi walked around the food stall carrying a fire basket, handing out fires to the diners, and trotting away. If he was slow, the diners would take pictures and the uncle would scold him. Tianqi's uncle is capable and is the most accomplished person among Tianqi's father's generation.

Love is shameful. This is the belief of Jiangguo people. In Jiang Kingdom, both men and women regard loneliness as the right path. Once a person with a loving heart is discovered, he will be regarded as an inferior person and an evil person. I don't know since when, there has been such a legend in the Nine Kingdoms Continent. Legend has it that there is a strange book in this world. Different people who pick it up will see different stories in it. Once that person is fascinated by the story, he will be brought into the world of the book by an unexplainable mysterious force and become a certain person in the book. The name of that book is "Jue Chen". Never leave the world of mortals. However, in the Nine Kingdoms Continent, there is no country called Jiang Country. Jiangguo was something she read about in a book. She picked up the book in front of Chaimen when she came home yesterday evening.

A woman who is too beautiful to be moved is kidnapped by a man suffering from periodic mania, which involves many officials, large and small, because this woman is a famous "chicken". However, this kidnapping case involved another murder case. This is a story within a case. The novel is tense and exciting, and the characters in it are in danger of death at any time, but our protagonist is willing to go deep into the tiger's den... If human beings are only divided into good people and bad people, I believe everyone will classify themselves as good people, and even those criminal thieves will label themselves as good people.

On this day, he walked out of the office building as usual. As usual, there were many cars parked in the yard. The guard, Lao Zhang, walked around with his armband on and his hands behind his back. If it were a car belonging to another employer, Lao Zhang would hit them fiercely. After he rolled down the glass and warned you repeatedly, he let you go and pointed in a direction for you to go along. If there was a slight mistake, he would jump up again. Therefore, Lao Zhang's arm with the armband is always stretched out very straight. But to be honest, he still had some doubts about the role of this guard. He has lost three bicycles in the yard. And twice he was chained to an iron railing. The first thing I lost was the old car I bought on Jiefang Road. As we all know, it is a place that specializes in selling used bicycles, and couples or brothers form a one-stop assembly line for stealing and selling bicycles.

Zhao Ziwei likes to turn the CD sound to the highest level when driving. The huge sound hit the entire car body, causing a strong jolting feeling. Zhao Ziwei drives a BMW X5 Jeep. The color of the car body is very similar to his character, jumping red. This was a birthday gift given to him by his father, a real estate developer, on his thirtieth birthday two years ago. He drove carelessly. The car stopped in front of the Hawaiian Hotel. He has a standard figure with a shaved head, wears a brand-name casual suit, and carries a fabric bag on his shoulder. At first glance, he looks like the kind of older boy who doesn't have enough sunshine, but insists on catching it. After he got out of the car, he threw the car keys to the doorman in charge of parking. "Hello, Brother Zhao."

Cloisonné is a type of enamel product. The craft of making enamel first originated in Persia. It was popular in West Asia, Arabia and the Eastern Roman Empire in the Middle Ages. It was introduced to my country in the Yuan Dynasty (there is also a saying that this craft was produced in my country during the Tang Dynasty), and reached its peak during the Jingtai period of the Ming Dynasty (1450-1456 AD). At that time, blue glaze was the most outstanding, so it was customarily called "cloisonné". It was one of my country's special handicrafts. It was the most famous one produced in Beijing and was a famous traditional handicraft in Beijing. The Japanese product "Shippoyaki", which belongs to the same enamel family as cloisonné, was originally called "Ben Qibao" and was introduced to Japan from my country via North Korea in the Ming Dynasty. In the 1860s, Japan introduced and absorbed enamel technology from Germany and the Netherlands on the basis of "Hon-Shippo" to create enamel products with Japanese characteristics - "Shippo-yaki".

In order to track down three treacherous "Northeast Tigers" - "sneak thieves" who traveled 100,000 kilometers and covered 48 counties and cities in ten provinces, and to solve the first case of high-intelligence theft in China, the Qitaihe City Public Security Bureau in Heilongjiang Province, from the director Li Weidong to the members of the task force, almost tried their best, went through all the troubles, and suffered all the hardships. Qitaihe City has a population of only 800,000 and governs only a small Boli County. It can be said to be the smallest and poorest prefecture-level city in the country. In such a city, would there be charlatans patronizing it?

Swordsman, swordsman, chivalrous man, drunkard, pervert, gambler, Hongfu Gambling showdown... At noon, the noisy scene in Hongfu Gambling gradually subsided. The gamblers in the middle hall began to walk towards the idle seats on both sides. Some people greeted the waiters from the gambling bureau to serve refreshments; the more distinguished people directly ordered the food and drinks from the "Tianbao Tower" opposite. Then, the waiters of the restaurant filed in through the side door carrying purple lacquer food boxes, and the aroma of aroma spread everywhere. The banker gambling table near the counter quickly emptied, leaving only two bankers guarding the bank. Behind the hall pillars and in several corners there were some gambling bugs who were still shouting and throwing the dice, making them look even more miserable.

On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to burn incense at the Fox Fairy Empress Temple in Liulihe. It is said that the Fox Fairy Queen of Liulihe Fox Fairy Temple is very effective in praying for children, making money, curing diseases and praying for rain. Therefore, the incense is extremely strong.

Lixiang County is the northernmost county in Anhui Province. In front of a mansion in a newly developed community. Four air conditioners have been installed on the exterior walls, and a fifth is being installed. An air-conditioning installer stood on a bamboo ladder and drilled holes into the wall with a hammer drill. He wears suits and leather boots, is about 1.75 Meters tall, is in his thirties, and has a handsome appearance. On the road in the community, he looked at the residents in the community while walking, and his eyes fell on the most luxurious third floor of the building. He went straight to the three-story mansion and stood nearby for a while watching the air-conditioning installation workers. Then when the hammer drill stopped working, he walked over and deliberately asked the worker: "Is this the office of some company?"

The heavy rain started at two o'clock in the afternoon and continued until late at night. It's a good day to sleep. When Wang Lin woke up, it was already eight o'clock. He hurriedly wiped his face and went straight to the restaurant. The restaurant is on the ground floor of the hotel, and the door is closed. Qi Weiwei and Aunt Qi, who are usually busy there, are nowhere to be seen. "Have you already finished eating and packed up?" Wang Lin denied this idea as soon as it came up. It couldn't be so fast. Besides, the door to the restaurant was never locked during the day. Wang Lin walked inside and saw the door of a room wide open. He stepped in and his eyes widened: a woman was lying face down on the ground, motionless, with blood everywhere around her. The blood was dark purple and had obviously been solidified for a long time.

Recently, a suspense novel called "The Mystery of the Shroud of Jesus" broke the myth of "The Da Vinci Code" as "No. 1 In the world book list" and became a new book "dark horse" that has attracted much attention in the international book world; domestic film and television theaters, from the hit "Plum Blossom Files" to "An Embroidered Shoe", to the rapidly becoming popular "Decryption" and "The Conspiracy", the "fans" with special affection have once again set off the craze of "Red Suspense Fever"... Horrifying and bizarre crimes, eerie atmosphere and intricate reasoning are the secrets of the everlasting charm of suspense novels; and finding such a good novel to dedicate to readers is our diligent goal.

At midnight, the Green Island Beer House was bustling with people, and every table was filled with high-spirited and enthusiastic guests. Well-dressed and smiling waiters shuttled between the hall and the bar with trays in their hands. Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering explosion in the hall, and a young man sitting next to platform 15 was blown to pieces. After the explosion, a raging fire spread rapidly in the hall. Women's screams and men's screams were intertwined. Broken beer bottles were pierced in the faces of several men, and bright red blood flowed down their cheeks. People rushed to the door of the hall. Several hostesses fell to the floor. Panicked men jumped over their bodies and ran to the street outside. The beer house was in chaos...

"No, no, I didn't kill the person, I didn't kill anyone!" Looking at Zhu Chunyu in a pool of blood, Amma was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. But who can prove it? There were only the two of them at the scene, no surveillance, no recording. How did Zhu Chunyu die? Only Ama can tell the truth clearly. He could describe every detail of that time, but no one would believe it. There would only be many doubts, and the description would only get darker and darker. For this woman, even though there were countless poisonous curses telling her to die in my heart and countless impulses to kill in my heart, but when I really had to face real death, I didn't feel the pleasure that Zhu Chunyu had after disappearing. Some are just fear, bottomless fear. Zhu Chunyu is his wife.

My dear ones: This is the first letter written to you by one of your compatriots living in Hong Kong in his short life. Over the past few years, I have had all kinds of doubts and ignorance about my motherland; but this month of sightseeing and studying in my motherland has freed me from the vicious rumors and slander. The motherland is so lovely! It's ours forever! This is my conclusion. I recite this sentence every day with tears in my eyes... "Director Sun! I wonder how you feel after reading these passionate sentences? I have a very childish problem, and I blush even though I hear this type of emotionally charged conversation every day, my nose still feels sour every time I hear it.

For people who have too many stories, storytelling is often difficult. For example, for those of us police officers who are engaged in criminal investigation and solving crimes, telling the story of solving a crime is no different than looking for grains in a grain drying field. We can grab a lot at random. The problem is that it is not an easy task to explain the difference between this grain of millet and that grain quickly and simply. Especially the way you tell the story from the perspective, as well as the objects you appeal to, which ones should be detailed, which ones should be omitted, which ones should be mentioned and which ones should not be mentioned to death, and so on. If you want to grasp it just right and seamlessly, don't tell me, it is really an art. Unfortunately, we are too close to life and far away from art, so you have to scratch your head and hesitate to give up. For example, this case involves our leader, Deputy Captain Wang, which gives me a very headache.

Liu Haidong committed suicide by taking poison. This has to do with a notice that was posted on the wall of the town five months ago. That was posted by Hu Shaojun. Hu Shaojun is the deputy mayor of Linyin Town. Trivial matters such as posting notices were originally the job of the office secretary, but Wu Jianguo asked him to do it by name. Many years later, Hu Shaojun still remembers the scene that day. He was in a mess that day, and he was always in a mess during this time. His mother suffered from a strange disease and took a lot of Chinese and Western medicine. Her condition did not improve, but she spent all the family's savings. He felt bored while sitting in the office, so he walked out and stood under a lush magnolia tree. Outside the shade of the tree, there is a large piece of peeled sunlight, lying on the ground unreasonably, and making a fussy sizzling sound. This is supposed to be the hottest day of the year. Damn the weather! Hu Shaojun cursed fiercely in his heart.

I am a dead person, or to put it more strictly, I have been a dead person for six years and six months. It is said in the mortal world that there are two major events in a person's life, marriage and burial. Although customs vary from place to place, there is a rare consistency on this point. I still remember that day six years ago. Wu Chang said, either follow me without any distractions and take you to reincarnation without remembering the past of your previous life. Or - he didn't say the second option, but instead prompted me to take the second path. When I was alive, my life was stable and peaceful. I grew up listening to Ostrovsky's "This is how a person's life should be spent." If I can't choose something for myself after my whole life is over, I feel that my life has been wasted. You must know that watching your own death process is an extremely wonderful thing. If I am greedy for life, naturally I will not be afraid of death at all.

In the early morning of April 4, 1919, Butler Lu got up very early. After washing up for a while, he went to the front yard. That's where the servants live. As the general manager of this mansion, he has a lot of things to do, especially these days after Mrs. Mei is hospitalized. The air outside is crisp and clear, and there seems to be a drizzle that occasionally sprinkles on the head. Butler Lu was walking on the bluestone road. When passing by the garden, he glanced inside inadvertently. In the dim light of the morning sun, he saw a black thing in front of the rockery in the garden. He didn't know what it was, so he couldn't help but take a few steps inside. When he finally saw it clearly, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Liu Shichang, how many vacations have you taken since we got married? How many times have you eaten at home? I am the only woman doing everything in the house. Even my son almost doesn't know you anymore... I can't live in this life anymore. I want to divorce you! Divorce!" The long-distance bus was driving on the sparsely populated winding mountain road, and his wife's hoarse crying was still in his ears. Da Liu pressed the divorce certificate in his breast pocket and sighed. "What? Da Liu, are you thinking about your sister-in-law and Xiaogang again?" Lin Yuanjie, who was sitting next to him, put down his telescope and patted Da Liu on the shoulder. Da Liu kept looking at the mountainous scenery outside the car window without answering.

At the temple fair for the deceased child, a group of men and women laid out sheets and slept together in a mess, saying they were attending a party for Nuwa. There is also an opera, and monks from all over the place join in the fun and place a sacred sign on the steps, saying that there is a temple. There are gods, and tourists become benefactors and they have to pay for burning incense. After a few days, the monk earned a lot. Dad has comprehensive skills. He has trained in Western medicine and studied Chinese medicine. He combines Chinese and Western medicine, which is also called modern medicine. He was out in the world, and Chinese medicine doctors diagnosed illnesses, and they tested Western medicines at cheap prices, ground them into powder, and then prescribed Chinese medicines for money, and then prescribed a few more Chinese medicines, saying that the patients know from experience that Chinese medicines are needed before they can be absorbed. The effect of simple Chinese medicine and Western medicine powder is that the patient sees results and immediately believes that he has met a good doctor and met a god. The patient worships the good doctor just like believers treat Jesus, people treat great leaders, angels treat God, and monks treat Buddha in the West. Thoroughly convinced inside and out.

At two o'clock in the morning, Ke Shi woke up from a nightmare. This was the second time he dreamed of the same scene, the same struggle, and the same sweating after waking up. In the dream, his hands were tied with thick ropes and thrown into the back seat of a black business car. When the car reached the foot of a gentle hillside, two masked men dragged him out of the car and staggered across a deserted gravel road to the edge of the reservoir embankment. They smoked a cigarette, smiled at Coshi, and threw him off the dam. The first time Ke Shi dreamed of this scene, he suddenly woke up from the weightless feeling of vertically falling from the embankment, and cold sweat oozed from his body. In a daze of sleep, he stretched out his hands under the lamp, as if he could still feel the pain of being tied up.

Air forces from various countries gathered over the city. When they learned that Chen Si was dead, they dispersed in a hurry. The reason why the leaders of these countries did business with Chen Si was because they wanted Chen Si to consider their appearance when developing the Beauty God. Now that Chen Si is dead and the Beauty God has been lost, everyone no longer has to worry about waking up with pimples or birthmarks on their faces. Chen Si is dead, but the beauty of the world is still changing, but not so fast. People don't know whether the "god of beauty" has expired, or whether some people will become beautiful and some will become ugly. As the stars change and the seasons change, people don't know what happened to beauty in the changes. Maybe humans were ugly thousands of years ago, maybe human aesthetics was wrong, but there is no second Chen Si to correct it.

Lao Bing died. No one thought that Lao Bing would die, let alone that Lao Bing died by hanging himself on a clothes drying rack. There was no suicide note. There is an empty wine bottle on the windowsill, white transparent glass, 540 ml capacity, complete trademark, and four words written on the front: Grade B Daqu. This kind of Panda Brand B-grade Daqu produced by the Chinese brewery Shanghai was discontinued as early as the 1990s. It is impossible to verify the year when Lao Bing kept this bottle of wine until now. What is certain is that Lao Bing drank a lot before his death. Lao Bing opened a "Lao Bing Cigarette Store", which is a scene in Lilac Alley. Lao Bing has always been shown sitting on a yellowed wicker chair and smoking with a smile. Lao Bing is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. He is about 170 centimeters straight when stretched out, but he is used to shaping himself into a stooped waiter, which makes him look like a prawn hunched over pretending to be humble.

Xiaoan: Born in the 1970s, now lives in Yangquan, Shanxi. She started writing novels in 2002, and some of her short and medium stories were selected by "Selected Novels" and "Selected Short Stories". Last year, the sixth issue of this magazine published her novellas "Xia Liying" and "You Are You, I Am Me". In the afternoon, Ren Xuena had nothing to do, so she went to the reading room to borrow a stack of evening newspapers, spread them out one by one on her desk, and started reading them. She saw a report about a homicide: an out-of-town woman who came to the city on a business trip was killed while walking near the hotel after dinner. There was also a photo of the victim attached to the newspaper. She was a handsome young woman wearing glasses.

I am a writer. Wait, are you confused? Let me put it more clearly. Today I saw these four women were all uneven - forgive me for using this word to describe them. If you are lucky enough to see them with your own eyes, you will understand what I mean. They were all tall, short, fat and thin, as if they were walking together to interpret this adjective. Uneven is a perfect fit. When I walked into the café, I was a waiter. And except for those eight or nine hours a day, I am a writer. Do you understand what I mean now? Everyone has a different identity and role. This society is a society of masks. People always think that if they change various masks, others will not recognize their original appearance. In my long life, I have been a writer first, and then others in various masks.

It was the legend that brought us here, the Black Forest. Every step forward meant adventure, but curiosity made us take at least ten steps. We are lost. There are tall trees everywhere, and the road in the black forest is made up of stones and grass, flying fallen leaves, low hanging branches and wind. It is made up of all kinds of mysteries, so we decent explorers got lost. Mushrooms It started to rain. The falling raindrops suddenly stopped in mid-air. They rotated in the sun, stuck the light to themselves and then fell to the ground. Therefore, the raindrops that fall after a pause are as dazzling as the tiny flames falling and shattering. We opened our umbrellas. To explore the Black Forest, each of us prepared umbrellas and other things.

One day in early October of the lunar calendar in the 34th year of the Republic of China, there was a sleet, which was sticky and non-stop from morning to evening. Even the blue sky and white sun flag hanging in Baoding City was sickly and lifeless. After leaving the police station, Sha Yu, dressed in casual clothes, stopped a foreign car and got into it, saying, "Go to Mirror Garden." Mirror Garden is located on Dongguan Street and is the private residence of the Ge family. The three-ring moon-style courtyard - the front yard, the backyard and the west side courtyard are closely linked, which is both elegant and grand. The ancestors of the Ge family rose to the rank of governor. During the reign of Emperor Guangxu, the officialdom was frustrated and he got involved in shopping malls. When it came to Ge Xianguang's father's generation, the family gradually declined. Factions in the family ended up going their separate ways. When Ge Xianguang returned from France, only this property remained.

A few hours ago, I was still in the warm campus, freely reciting poems, reading articles, and tutoring students. But at this moment, he turned out to be a hunted murderer. I ran and fled, just like a chased hare... The sugarcane leaves were like sharp blades, scratching my cheeks, but I didn't care; the stones were like sharp awls, poking the soles of my feet, and I didn't dare to cry out. I could no longer distinguish things and was out of breath. I was dragged by the cook Xu Dagui through the sugar cane forest and running on the river beach... As I ran, I suddenly heard the sound of running water. I ran a few steps and saw, Oh my God! This is the Dadu River that once submerged Yiwang Shi Dakai and his hundreds of thousands of Taiping troops!

Yang Ming, Han nationality, was born in 1967. He has been engaged in literary creation for many years. He has published more than one million words of novels and prose in many magazines and newspapers such as "Youth Literature", "Yalu River", "Essays", "Mang Zhong", "Modern and Ancient Legends", and "Novel Forest". The TV series "Village Police" co-written by others has been broadcast on many TV stations and won the Golden Shield Film and Television Literary Creation Award of the Ministry of Public Security. Currently working for Shenyang Passenger Transport Section of Shenyang Railway Bureau. An old man was running on the village road. He was running in such a panic that he didn't even notice that his crotch was leaking. He had already seen the gate of Lalatun Police Station in the distance. Lao Guo gritted his teeth and started sprinting. Lao Guo was dispatching police in the village. The director, Chang Ping, was so anxious to send someone to call him back. Needless to say, there must be some clues about wages and subsidies.

At that time, there were three large households in the south of Xiangmu Town, and the three landowners were all famous figures in Xiangmu Town. One is Fan Yuxi, who seems honest but very calculating. He is the most popular landowner in the south of Xiangmu Town, with more than a thousand acres of land. His house is not small, with thirty-six houses, two front and back yards, and eighteen houses in the front yard, fourteen of which are for long-term workers. The roots of trees from Dongshan Mountain are always burning in the stove pits of these fourteen long-term workers' houses, and the heat is so hot that it burns the skin of the flesh. The long-term workers live in this house, sleep warmly and thoroughly, and can relieve their fatigue no matter how much work they do. There are four other garages, and there are six large carts in the Fan family courtyard. Although these carts are used for hauling grain, the decoration of the carts is very eye-catching. The awnings are made of foreign canvas, so no matter how heavy the rain, you cannot get inside. The canvas awning is also embroidered with the word "Fan" on the front.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Kuomintang agents used the opportunity of our central leaders' overseas visits to plot and carry out assassinations quite rampantly. The "Kashmir Princess" incident in 1955 was aimed at Premier Zhou Enlai. Although their evil purpose failed to succeed, they killed many of Premier Zhou's entourage. From 1955 to 1963, there were a total of 17 cases of Taiwan special forces plotting to assassinate our leaders that were uncovered by our public security organs. Although these criminal plots failed to succeed in the end, they were determined to create a larger-scale assassination with more secretive actions and worse means. On May 1, 1963, Liu Shaoqi, President of the People's Republic of China, led a Chinese delegation to visit Cambodia and received a grand welcome. Flowers were displayed, colorful flags were flying, and slogans of warm welcome became louder and louder.

Everything that happened later was related to my Rolex watch. In fact, I had never seen a "Rolex" before. Even if I knew there were such valuable watches in the world, I heard about it from my cousin before going abroad. My cousin said that the stuff was good, but it was too expensive and hot. It would be cheaper to buy it from abroad. My cousin is the director of the Municipal Anti-Corruption Bureau, and he never strays from his profession. He said don't join in the fun, but pay attention to the impact. I said it's not reimbursement at public expense, why not spend my own money? Could it be that he is also suspected of having a huge amount of property with unknown origin? I am a person with strong vanity and strong curiosity. I said Director Hua, when will I take this man shopping? Get a "Rolex" to wear! When Director Hua praised me, he pointed me out to everyone in a very pretentious manner, saying that this gentleman is not ordinary, unlike some Chinese people who only know "Viagra" or "Weimei".