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The second grandfather was shooting while shouting: "I am Wang Er, your second grandfather!" The second grandfather is a gun fan, but he is not a sharpshooter, but his marksmanship is not bad. During the bandit turmoil in western Hunan, the second grandfather's gun was about to kill the bandits. Once, bandits surrounded the village to steal food. Second Grandpa used a 38 rifle with 48 bullets and exchanged fire with them for the first time. On that occasion, he killed the bandit and successfully covered the villagers' withdrawal from the village. In the process of covering the evacuation of the villagers, Grandpa Er faced the bandits' attack. He fired one shot, moved to another place, and adopted the tactic of attacking in the east and attacking in the west. The more than forty bandits with guns were helpless in the face of Grandpa Er in the jungle. The leader of the bandit, Wang Scarzi, had to call the spies over and asked who Longxi Village must have found as a backer and why they didn't carefully collect the wires, which hindered their "fat sheep" plan.

More than thirty years ago, I crossed the Celestial City for the first time. I was sixteen years old at the time, and I walked from Shimoda Street over the top of the mountain and through Yunoshima to Shuzenji Temple. I wasn't wearing clogs at that time, I was barefoot; I wasn't wearing culottes either, but I was wearing clothes with a navy blue background and white dotted patterns. My home is a blacksmith shop on Shimoda Street. There are six of my parents and us brothers at home, and I am the third oldest. I remember it was a day near the end of June. I was woken up by my mother at 5:30 in the morning, but I still wanted to sleep in bed as usual, and my head was unwilling to leave the pillow. As a result, I was scolded by my mother. So, I ran away from home with sixteen yen in my pocket.

That was nearly sixty years ago. A private courtyard near Guanqian Street. At midnight, with a dull gunshot, the murder occurred. This courtyard is the private residence of Suzhou businessman Xia Siqi. Because it was passed down by his father Xia Yating, it was named "Ya Yuan". When Ya Ting was alive, he was the president of the Suzhou Chamber of Commerce, and his ancestors were engaged in Gusu silk business. Today, Xia Siqi is still in the silk business. In addition to running three or four silk and satin shops in Suzhou, he also has silk and satin shops in several big cities across the country. It goes without saying that he is one of the richest. Let's get back to the topic, let's go back to the night when the murder occurred.

On the morning of June 13, 2008 (the year of Wuzi in the Chinese lunar calendar), Mo Dongsheng, a famous private entrepreneur in Guandong City, a northeastern town, died in his office. Female detective Jian Yingying and male detective Li Minjun of the Guandong City Criminal Investigation Detachment received a call from captain Li Daogen and immediately rushed to the scene of the crime. The crime scene is on the 12th floor of "Mo Dongsheng Real Estate Company". This office was designed by Mo Dongsheng himself: nearly 2,000 square meters on the right side of the 12th floor belongs to his office area. First, there are 6 security guards guarding the door 24 hours a day, every two people, rotating every 8 hours; there are two rooms on both sides of the corridor inside the door, which are the temporary security lounge and the locker room.

Qiu Zhengang holds a Master of Arts degree and works for a news media in Beijing. He is engaged in literary creation in his spare time and has published many works of serious literature and genre literature. Mystery novel writing is greatly influenced by Matsumoto Seicho, mainly in Japanese style. He has written a series of works with retired detective Kasabe Eiji as the protagonist, and the "Time Gramophone" series with the theme of classic old songs. Boom, boom, boom... The subway roared low and drove towards the dark end of the tunnel at high speed. Wearing a crisp suit, Shinji Morihama looked at his tired face on the glass window. He almost wanted to break through the glass, jump into the dark tunnel outside, and let the subway train weighing hundreds of tons crush his body mercilessly. If you leave this world, you can say goodbye to the endless troubles in your heart.

During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The sun was turning west, and several fast horses were galloping on Zhuque Street in Chang'an City. The riders on the horses were all young, handsome, and full of energy. An elegant scholar sat on the horse running in front. When he reached the intersection, he reined in the horse, looked back at the man behind him, and asked doubtfully: "Twelve Master, is this the place you mentioned?" The young man behind him rode a magnificent white horse, carried a slingshot on his back, and wore light yellow linen clothes with his lapels open casually. He looked indescribably handsome and free. He nodded and pointed to his right: "Master Li, my home is in Jingshanfang, just a few steps away." Master Li obviously wanted to back off, but he was not allowed to speak. Several other fast horses also arrived. The teenagers jumped off their horses and shouted in confusion: "The horses and wine of Twelve Lang's family are the best in Chang'an. How can we miss it today?" "Needless to say, I drank three large bowls of Gaochang wine before entering!"

Just after six o'clock in the morning, as usual, He Xiaohe was the first to walk into the theater. She stood on the stage, first composed herself, then raised her face, raised her hand, and her eyes immediately shone. She had just learned the performance of "Mu Ke Village", and it was not easy to perform Mu Guiying's heroic yet charming temperament, so He Xiaohe worked very hard. There are no performances in the Rooftop Grand Theater during the day. This theater is very influential in Peiping, otherwise it would not be able to accept the "Fu Rong Lai" theater troupe. Furonglai Opera Troupe is famous in the north. Its leading star, Xi Meilian, is good at singing, reading, acting and playing. Whether it is Qingyi, Huadan or Daomadan, they are all top-notch. With gorgeous appearance and sweet and sweet voice, she was one of the few famous female dan actors during the Republic of China.

This is a snowy winter, and the Waixing'an Mountains have been blocked by snow one after another. Herbivorous animals in the mountains, forests and plains are facing a season of shortage of food, and deer, roe deer, and wild deer begin to migrate from the mountains. Carnivorous beasts that feed on herbivores either gather in groups or migrate to other places with herbivores. No matter what kind of animal, life in winter is extremely difficult. Whenever this season comes, there are always hunters with two legs who want to invade the mountains. They come to hunt animal furs in exchange for a lot of money. These people are crazy, and their desire to hunt swells like the cold in winter, swelling to the point of chilling and hardening. However, the five hunters who entered the Waixing'an Mountains this year came from Heilongjiang and have been in Russia for many years.

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a magical pheasant in Mount Emei. It had a long tail, bright red fur, and a beautiful corolla on its head. It looked like a peacock and a bit like the legendary phoenix, so it was called the crested chicken. This kind of chicken actually doesn't eat leaves, grass, fruits, or grains. It only eats one thing - centipedes. What's really amazing about it is that it can treat a variety of difficult and complicated diseases. There are two families of traditional Chinese medicine on Mount Emei. One family is named Xiong, and they have a father and a son. The father is Xiong Sui, who is fifty years old, and the son is Xiong Shan. Twenty-five years old. The other family's surname is Niu, but they are a father and a daughter. The father's name is Niu'e, who is forty-six years old, and his daughter's name is Niu Mei, who has just turned twenty. Although these two families have different surnames and different clans, their medical skills are passed down by the same ancestor. They can actually treat many difficult and complicated diseases such as lupus erythematosus and cancer.

On the southern border of the Li and Tang dynasties, there were picnics and green mountains and fields. In a valley village called Linfeng, a strange visitor came to the village today. It was a procession of sending off relatives, coming from south to north. Musicians were playing the Suona of Hehuan, and the sound spread throughout the valley. "Which village are you from?" Wu San, the sentry on the tower at the entrance of the village, asked the team loudly. This place was not peaceful. After the change of dynasties, many rebel bandits hid in the northwest, forming large and small teams of horse thieves. "In Liujia Village, Nan Cuiteng Mountain, the Zhang and Liu families are getting married! It's a gift for my wife!" The person leading the team replied loudly. Viewed from the tower, the bride is sitting on horseback in the middle of the procession, with her head covered by her knees, looking dignified and demure.

The countryside in May. Early morning. In front of the main room, there is a dark coffin. In front of the coffin, a kerosene lamp flickered on and off. Tian Zhenyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, flicked the lanterns, stood blankly in front of his father's soul for a long time, then turned and walked out of the door. In the low sky, there is a faint smoke floating, like a faint sadness. Tian Zhenyu stood in the dojo, looking at the green mountains as far as the eye could see, and couldn't help but sigh deeply. Years ago, he was invited by his alma mater, Wancheng University, and with a sincere heart to serve the country, he resolutely gave up the generous treatment in the United States and returned to China with his wife to teach at Wancheng University. The university attaches great importance to itself and has allocated a villa with an elegant environment.

There is a lake inlaid between the green mountains and green forests. A few water birds occasionally pass by on the lake, causing ripples. The swaying water surface reflects the spiers of the small pavilion by the lake. The sunrise sunshine pours in from the mountain side, and the colorful flowers by the lake are dyed with gorgeous beauty. On the shore, pale pink daisies swayed in the wind, making the slender ankles among the flowers even whiter. The long-haired girl stood in front of the guardrail by the lake, looking motionless at the Lingbo Lake, like a sculpture, a pure white among the colors. In front of the hotel, Shi Jun looked nonchalantly at the tranquil lake thousands of meters ahead and the girl by the lake. Not long ago, Huo Gang was injured while solving a serial murder case. In order to reward the criminal police team, his superiors specially allocated a bonus and ten days of vacation.

Matthew poured himself a cup of hot coffee. He took the cup of coffee to the study and sat down at a desk. Paper and pen are already prepared on the desk. He took a sip of coffee and looked out the window at the viaduct. It was during the morning rush hour and the entrance to the highway was blocked. Matthew withdrew his eyes, put down the cup, opened the first drawer on the left and took a look. There was a pistol in it. For a moment, his brain was congested and he felt dizzy. He quickly closed the drawer and prepared to write a letter. Lu Shaoyun discovered Matthew's body at 3pm on Monday. Matthew is a teacher at a language school and lives next door to Lu Shaoyun. The two met several times in public corridors. Lu Shaoyun had a good impression of Matthew. He was very kind and smiled at everyone he met. Sometimes when they met in the elevator, the two would chat for a few words.

Private detective Leonard Falco is 30 years old. He is tall and has oiled dark brown hair that sticks smoothly to his handsome head. His eyes are as sharp as a falcon. He is the only one in the detective agency. It's not that he can't afford to hire anyone, but he believes that he can accomplish everything by himself. The office is not big, but it is clean and comfortable to look at. Leonard is also wearing a very elegant suit. It seems that he is not the kind of private detective who makes a living by investigating extramarital affairs or finding lost cats and dogs, but does real money-making work, such as investigating murder cases that even the police have no clue about.

After the winter rain, the banks of Yanzi Lake were covered with a thin layer of white steam. The fish that were dormant underwater rushed to the surface of the lake to breathe in the fresh air after the rain. When the coke went bad, the old fishermen who had been waiting by the lake dropped their long fishing lines one after another, waiting for the fish to kiss them. In the white mist, the huge rock in the center of Yanzi Lake looks like a small island in the lake from a distance. The fishermen were happy, but they became a little anxious. The fish in the lake were spinning around in front of the hooks, but would not bite the hooks, as if they were playing with the old people. This scene attracted a young couple. The woman pointed to the lake and whispered something to the man next to her. The man couldn't help but nodded and replied a few words. The woman's face turned red with shame, and she started to punch with a pair of showy fists. The man, with a bright face, started running with the woman by the Yanzi Lake one behind the other.

Sun Quan, the successor and pioneer of Soochow's foundation, defeated Cao Cao in the Battle of Chibi, captured Guan Yu alive in the Battle of Crossing the River in White Clothes, and defeated Liu Bei in the Battle of Yiling. Such outstanding achievements are enough to support his title of "hero". However, he seemed to show unusual mediocrity in his later years. Chen Shou, the author of "Three Kingdoms", also unceremoniously traced the responsibility for Soochow's future collapse of the family and country to Sun Quan, the founder of the country. So, were Sun Quan's actions in his later years considered wise or foolish? What did he do? How did these things affect the course of the Soochow ship? Xin Qiji's poem goes: "Who is the rival of the heroes in the world, Cao Liu. I should give birth to a son like Sun Zhongmou." As the inheritor, determiner and pioneer of Soochow's foundation, Sun Quan was truly worthy of the name of a hero in his life. Chen Shou praised him in "The Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms·Wu Shu·Biography of Lord Wu" for "suffering humiliation, relying on talents and planning, having the miraculousness of Gou Jian, and being an outstanding hero." Such praise is not excessive.

My wife, Ma Jia, called me from Xi'an and told me to go home in three days and ask me to pick her up at the airport. She is the editorial director of a magazine, and this time she is going to attend a pen meeting. After get off work, I want to visit my old father-in-law, Ma Yimin. I went to the supermarket and bought a pack of soybean paste and a pack of dried fragrant spices. My old father-in-law usually drinks two ounces. Even though he had a stroke the year before and suffered a hemiplegia, he doesn't drink as much as hemiplegia. He drinks every day. He has recovered well recently and can roll his wheelchair around by himself. He said it was cured by alcohol therapy. When I came out of the supermarket, my cell phone rang. It was a strange man who claimed to be from Yanhu Park Police Station. He said, "Are you Ma Yimin's son-in-law, Reporter Zhang? Come to Yanhu Park quickly, something happened to your father-in-law!" I was startled and asked, "What happened?" He said, "Falled into the lake."

In the fifteenth year of Chenghua's reign, heavy rain fell in the capital from August to September, and it was already the tenth day. In the dim night, the door of the mansion was closed tightly, and the torrential rain fell on the steps, making a crackling sound. A carriage approached at the crossing, and the sergeants in front and behind the carriage walked in the heavy rain, still walking calmly without losing their dignity. The sergeant who opened the way was carrying two rows of bright windproof lanterns. On one row was written "Jin Yi Wei Yuan" and on the other row was written "Capital Command Office". "My lord, go back to the mansion!" The guard in front shouted, but he was suddenly startled to see someone lying on the steps in front of the mansion. The sergeant in front of the team immediately came forward to check. He was a young man in white clothes. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. His whole body was soaked, and his skin was pale and wrinkled. He had obviously been soaked in water for a long time.

She looks like an 18-year-old girl on the outside, but inside she lives a 48-year-old foot-picking hunk born in the 1990s, a Sagittarius female diaosi. A heavy taster, a long-time fan of American TV series and Japanese comics, and a fan of B-level horror movies. A giant in thinking and a dwarf in action, procrastination cancer has given up on treatment. When you wake up, you find something is wrong around you. The first is the furniture arrangement. You realize that this is neither a dark and damp detention center, nor the messy rental house that was later included as the crime scene, but the neatly furnished home before the crime.

In the past half month, whenever Tang Mi was alone, she felt that there was always a pair of sneaky eyes staring at her. Sometimes, she could vaguely hear the footsteps following her, and even the sound of heavy breathing. But when I turned around, there was nothing. What the hell is going on? Tang Mi couldn't explain it herself. Tang Mi was just getting more and more scared day by day. You can be sure that all of this is related to her shooting of the monkey-faced eagle in the New Forest! Although the name of the New Forest is the New Forest, it is an authentic virgin forest. Under the repeated instigation of their friends, they drove to the New Forest that afternoon. Tang Mi is the coach of the provincial archery team. On this trip, she did not forget to bring her beloved bow and arrows.

Rin once worked as an English radio program host, teacher, and translator for many international development organizations. Later, she was troubled by dreams, so she simply chewed her dreams and tried to write. Those who try to open up a new path in the field of genre novels and believe in the truth gained after opening their hearts are called "anti-typologies writers". Published mystery novels "The Soul of a Female Forensic Doctor" and "Empty Shell". Representative works: "Gao Yi" series, "Future Detective" series and "Willy" series exclusively published in "Most Reasoning". This novel is a work of fiction. The characters, events, top secret file numbers and other information in the story are purely coincidental if they are consistent with the facts.

People come and go at the city center subway station. The people on the Parrot were really thoughtful in arranging for Guy Adames to come here to answer the phone. In this bustling environment, the other party can hide in any corner and observe Guy Adames secretly. Guy is still in the costume of forty-year-old Nick, but he has an extra fake beard. A furry beard ran from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and a pair of glasses transformed him into an engineer with an average income. In a small corner of the subway, Guy saw the flower shop labeled "Angel" at a glance.

Early that morning, W City Party Committee Secretary Zhou Huaiyu held a brief meeting with the secretary and mayor in his office as usual. This is a habit that Zhou Huaiyu has developed since he took office as Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. No matter how busy he is, he must convene a brief meeting with his subordinates after work every morning. However, Zhou Huaiyu discovered this morning that Jin Huaqiong, the executive deputy mayor in charge of urban construction work, had not attended the meeting for two days. After the meeting, he stopped Mayor Bai Dacheng: "Mayor Bai, Vice Mayor Jin has not come to the meeting these two days. Did something delay it?" Bai Dacheng thought for a while and said, "Yes, Secretary Zhou, it seems that Vice Mayor Jin has not come to work these two days. I will ask her secretary Xiao Wu to find out about her situation."

Tianrun Company was paralyzed. Tianrun Company specializes in modern office supplies and sells imported office supplies as an agent, such as paper shredders, copiers, binding machines, etc. Tianrun Company rented a 40-square-meter office space in an office building in the High-tech Zone as its business venue. There are two rooms inside and one outside, separated by an aluminum alloy window, which is the office of manager Tian Zongqi. There are several writing desks scattered outside for the use of sales staff. Tianrun Company has been idle for a long time, with few sales staff and not many customers coming to the door. However, today there are so many people that there is no place to get involved, and they are all creditors of Tianrun Company. As if they had made an appointment in advance, the creditors started filing in one by one at 8 o'clock in the morning. They each found a comfortable position and sat down to wait for Tian Zongqi's arrival.

21:00 pm on August 19, 2013. After receiving the call, the police officer said as usual, "This is the 110 police center." Then he heard a man's voice: "Who are you? Why did you kill me?" The police officer asked him about his current situation, but the call was suddenly cut off. When he called back, the other party did not answer. Through location query, the location of the reporter was quickly located. 21:15 Pm. Shi Jun, who was temporarily staying at his sister's house, hummed a song and walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to get a can of cold beer to quench his thirst. The soon-to-be brother-in-law Lu Jian ran back from outside and shouted when he entered the door: "Brother, Weiwei, someone was killed!"

Rin once worked as an English radio program host, teacher, and translator for many international development organizations. Later, she was troubled by dreams, so she simply chewed her dreams and tried to write. Those who try to open up a new path in the field of genre novels and believe in the truth gained after opening their hearts are called "anti-typologies writers". Published mystery novels "The Soul of a Female Forensic Doctor" and "Empty Shell". Representative works: "Gao Yi" series, "Future Detective" series and "Willy" series exclusively published in "Most Reasoning". This novel is a work of fiction. The characters, events, top secret file numbers and other information in the story are purely coincidental if they are consistent with the facts.

Frosty day, early in the morning. The light green river water is crystal clear and gurgling. A large boat transporting government supplies was sailing down the river. Two old boatmen stood precariously at the bow and stern of the boat, one holding the oar and the other holding the pole. This ship is not small. The front cabin and the back cabin are full of grain bags, and there is still a small open space on the deck of the front cabin. In this way, some people who traveled far away and wanted to save money came to the Central Boat Service to give them a ride. The two old boatmen were also happy to make some extra money. Depending on the distance, each of them could pay from a few cents to less than half a pound, so a grain ship was used as part of a passenger ship. The boat was not moving smoothly, and the four or five people on board were shaken awake early in the morning. After eating dry food, they had nothing to do and sat around on the deck. The passengers and the two old boatmen at the bow and stern chatted with each other.

"I can never escape from this land. I am destined to be one with the heat of this land. If I had a way, I would smash it to pieces and stir it up until my intestines are broken. Unfortunately, I don't, so I will burn myself to ashes to pay homage to its fervor. I love it as desperately as I did when I was born." This is the last sentence of the book. It was also the last words Joel said to the world. It took Ethan fifteen years to read the book intermittently, to the point where he had forgotten the author's name.

On August 6, 1945, with a loud bang, the atomic bomb reduced Hiroshima to rubble, killing and injuring more than 100,000 people. Three days later, a second atomic bomb exploded in Nagasaki, killing 80,000 people. On the same day, the Soviet army sent troops to the northeast. The 700,000 Kwantung Army collapsed at the first touch. However, at this time, the Japanese military headquarters was still desperately clamoring for "all the people to be crushed" and "fight to the bitter end." ... The long corridor is dark and quiet, and the smell of old books and papers is in the air. At the bottom of the file shelf, a kraft paper document bag stamped with Qingtian Bairi's seal was pulled out. It's as thin as cardboard. A line of large characters can be seen below the seal: "Thunder Minutes." It was also stamped with a seal, and upon closer inspection, it was "Top Secret."

Wu Qi was not from Wei, but from Wei. He was originally a son of a wealthy family. When he was young, he loved to socialize and talk about fame. He claimed to be a "talented king" like Jiang Taigong and Guan Zhong. He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money and asked people to lobby the king, hoping to become an official in the court. However, although Wu Qi's family was rich, he was not from a famous family, and his status was not noble enough. He was looked down upon by the ministers in the court, and no one was willing to recommend him. Wu Qi spent countless gold and copper coins, but in the end got nothing. In anger, he traveled to Qi, Zheng, and even Yue in order to be appreciated by the kings of other countries and show his talents. But after several years of running around, he still found nothing. At this time, Wu Qi's wealth was almost exhausted and he became the laughing stock of his friends and neighbors.

On this foggy morning, a Toyota Land Cruiser four-wheel drive off-road vehicle was winding on a winding mountain road more than 100 kilometers away from Gaozhou city. There were only two people in the car, one was Ding Shifu and the other was Li Xin. Ding Shifu is a wealthy man in Gaozhou, with a net worth of hundreds of millions. As the chairman of Gaozhou Lead-Zinc Mining Co., Ltd., He controls the lifeblood of mining special mines in the southwest region. Based on this, he has developed multiple branches, including real estate, department store chains, financial stocks, hotels and restaurants, etc. In this industry, capital is expanding very rapidly, and Ding Shifu is actively involved in political affairs and enthusiastic about public welfare. He has served as a member of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference, and holds many dazzling titles such as chairman of the Gaozhou Entrepreneurs Association and honorary president of the Municipal Charity Federation. He is a powerful figure in Gaozhou City. Li Xin is his assistant and driver, who has been with him four years ago.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in 1889, a little life was born in the courtyard of a farmhouse in Wangxiaoying Village, Hefei, Anhui Province. Wang Yintang, a third-generation singleton, was extremely excited when he saw that his wife finally gave birth to a fat boy after giving birth to four girls in a row. He named this precious son "Guanying". Wang Yintang, who gave birth to a son in middle age, hopes that his son will become a generation of elites and be famous in China. However, Wang Yintang's father did not want his grandson to be so arrogant. After careful consideration, the father and son changed the name of the newborn to "Yaqiao". Xiaoyaqiao has been extremely alert since he was a child. At the age of fourteen, he was already proficient in classics and history, and was good at calligraphy and painting. Although he is not what the ancients said, in Wang Xiaoying Village, he can be regarded as a child prodigy and genius.

The woman held a musket in her hand and ran down in a panic. At midnight, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Xing'er, a girl in the front yard of Pan's old house in Jade Garden, was awakened by the thunder. She quickly got up and closed the window, and suddenly she heard the brass ring on the door clang. It was so urgent that Pan Feng, the eldest young master of the Pan family, was probably back. Pan Feng is a "night owl" who is uneducated and spends most of the night gambling, causing Myolie to often get up from bed in the middle of the night. Myolie held an umbrella and hurriedly walked towards the door. This house is located on the outskirts of Guangning. The owner of the Pan family compound, Pan Guirong, liked the fresh air here, so he settled his home here and gave it a nice name - Jade Garden. "Dang-dang--" The door knocker still kept ringing rapidly.

It was an ordinary day, the sky was neither sunny nor cloudy, there was no wind, and a few clouds hung lazily in the light gray sky. Yu Jin sat lazily at his desk, holding his chin, looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze, bored. The police station was very quiet, and most of the colleagues were out in the field. In order to stimulate the tourism economy and promote the city's image, T County is holding a customs and culture festival. Today is the opening ceremony, with tens of thousands of people participating, including big leaders from the province.

In addition to the royal family, the most powerful clan surnames in the Seventeenth Chu State were Zhao, Jing, and Qu. It is often rumored among the countries that the ministers in the Chu State's court are Zhao, Sijing, Sanqu and 2.5, Which means that among the ten people in the Chu State's court, four are named Zhao, three are named Jing, two and a half are named Qu, and half have other surnames. Children of the three major surnames of Zhao, Jing, and Qu often become ministers with respected status such as doctors just after reaching adulthood. Jing Shou was very young, looking only in his twenties. The young doctor Jingshou was skilled in etiquette and very attentive to his guests. He first let Wu Qi and others rest comfortably in the guest house for a few days, changed their uniforms, carriages and horses, and then rode towards the capital of Chu. When Wu Qi fled, he had only three chariots and nine people. At this moment, the number of vehicles sent by Chu State to escort Wu Qi amounted to more than a hundred, with more than a thousand followers.

On the night of May 3, private detective Leonard suddenly received a call, which was the private mobile phone number of Congressman Garros. Leonard remembered this person. He had covered up the scandal of having an affair with his secretary for him, and he didn't know what trouble he had gotten into this time. "Is it... Leonard?" The voice coming from the other end of the phone was a mixture of panic and anxiety, accompanied by heavy breathing. "Yes, Mr. Congressman, how is the election?" Leonard deliberately asked in a relaxed tone. "We don't have time to chat. Come to Room 1104 of the Sheraton Hotel now. Don't let anyone see you."

In midsummer, a TV drama crew went to the seaside of Bobei City to film. According to the requirements of the plot, the location was chosen to be Huang Reed, a remote beach. That night, the director and the heroine of the play came to a cave obscured by low trees. As soon as the heroine lay down, she found a piece of soft cloth under her body. She thought that someone had left something to pave the way for an affair here before, so she curiously picked it up with her hands. She quickly took out the things and looked at them with a flashlight. Oh my God! It was actually a corpse-like skeleton. Suddenly severely frightened, the heroine let out a shrill scream and fainted. When the crew heard the screams and realized something was wrong, they didn't care about anything else and hurriedly got into the cave to take a look. It turned out that buried under the sand and gravel was a female body wearing a cashmere coat!

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?" Yong Wu murmured to the corpse in front of him. The body was that of a bloated man in his forties. At this time, he was lying next to the coffee table in the hall, his clothes were disheveled, the fat on his abdomen was fully exposed, and he looked like he had a big belly. This man's name is Guo Shuai, a third-level senior judge in L City. The person who killed Guo Shuai was Yongwu. This is Guo Shuai's home. At this time, Yong Wu was wearing gloves and shoe covers to ensure that he did not leave his fingerprints and footprints at Guo Shuai's house. Yong Wu looked at his watch, it was three seventeen in the morning. He took a breath and walked out of Guo Shuai's house.

It is said that the Dragon God of western Guangdong was born in the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, and there are many monuments in the temple that can be examined. For thousands of years upstream and downstream of the Xijiang River, if temples were built in the villages along the way, the scales would be brilliant and would benefit the world. The Yamen of Duanzhou Prefecture and the Houxingtang. Under the lamp, a young man's body was covered in blood and flesh under the salt water whip. With the "crackling" sound, strings of red foam splashed onto the moldy wall. After the executioner's archer finished whipping his whip, he skillfully pulled back the whip and held up the young man's jaw.

The majestic and continuous Qinling Mountains, thousands of mountains and valleys, and towering ancient trees. Among the mountains at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, clouds and mist shroud a thousand-year-old temple all year round. On the solemn mountain gate in front of the ancient temple, three simple and vigorous characters are engraved: "Qiyun Temple". The temple has majestic eaves and brackets, and the main hall enshrines colorful sculptures of Buddhas such as Sakyamuni and Manjusri. The sound of wooden fish and the chanting of monks can be heard in the courtyard, creating a peaceful and peaceful Zen state. "Ba! Ba!" Several crisp gunshots were heard, and the monks doing morning classes at Qiyun Temple suddenly became panicked. The rugged mountain road was covered with mist. Two men emerged from the mist and walked around the forest, running quickly towards the ancient temple one behind the other. Not far behind them, a group of Japanese and puppet troops came chasing menacingly with guns in hand. The two men panicked and ran into the temple to hide.

When Chen Qiushi's body passed through the bright or dark windows of the office building and fell rapidly, Jiangcheng was immersed in the thick night of early spring. This day is March 26th. Warm and cold at first. Within a few days, the news of Chen Qiushi's fall caused a sensation in Jiangcheng. Chen Qiushi is the chairman of Huajiang Electronics Co., Ltd., A well-known listed company in Jiangcheng. He is also an outstanding entrepreneur in the city. He has made great contributions to Huajiang, a long-established state-owned enterprise, and even the city's economy. He was once known for his "integrity and incorruptibility." After Huajiang security called the police, Jiangcheng police urgently launched an investigation. According to the materials provided by Zheng Sen, general manager of Huajiang Company, and Hu Haibin, chief financial officer, the police were surprised to find that Chen Qiushi used his power to embezzle 7.8 Million public funds in just two years! After investigation, the police found no signs of struggle at the death scene and no other abnormalities.

Yu Wenyuan has been paying attention to the girl by the window for about half an hour. He is very patient. Based on observations over the past few days, she may be a college student or some kind of freelancer. In any case, she looks a little depressed. Every day, this bespectacled woman brings an outdated rose-pink laptop - a flashy netbook with low configuration. She comes to this cafe at half past twelve noon, orders a cup of the cheapest iced lemon black tea, and asks for ice.

New Year's Day of the new millennium has just passed, and the weather is freezing. Early in the morning, Zhang Yunfei was woken up by the ringing of the phone while he was sleeping. When he picked it up, it turned out to be his old colleague Zhou Guorong, saying that the factory had announced the buyout list and everyone else had received the money, except for them. Everyone was about to go to the director for comment and asked him to hurry over. Zhang Yunfei felt a burst of anger in his heart, threw off the hot quilt, got dressed in a hurry, ignored breakfast, got on his bicycle and drove towards the Industrial Bureau. In front of the Industrial Bureau, twelve workers gathered together and poured into the building, cursing. The building looks shabby on the outside, but inside the director's office is very luxuriously decorated, with several leather sofas and a large boss's desk. Director Lin is a short man in his forties. His hair is combed and shiny, making him look like the owner of a hair salon.

"12A" is printed in scarlet on the creamy yellow door panel. "12" Is on the left and "14" is on the right. It should be "13". However, I heard that foreigners are taboo about this number. Of course, it is not all due to "international influence". There is a crematorium on the outskirts of our city, exactly 13 kilometers away from the city center, called "No. 13". So people here naturally regard "13" as a taboo. There are many kind-hearted people among the hospital leaders. Considering the patients' emotions, they "transformed" the number of this ward. No matter how it is reshaped and unconventional, "13" still exists and no one can cancel it. Moreover, in my eyes, this ward is undoubtedly the authentic "No. 13" Because there is a living corpse lying in it - my husband Yilin.

After the three-month Battle of Songhu, the Japanese invaders who occupied Shanghai continued to advance inland and soon occupied Hangzhou. On December 23, a leading force of the Japanese army prepared to cross the Qiantang River. At the critical moment, there was a loud bang, and the Qiantang River Bridge, which had just been built a month ago, collapsed in time. In order to slow down the invading army's attack, the thoroughfare across the river that the Chinese had worked so hard to build was cut off by their own hands. At this time, Matsui, the Japanese commander who was in Shanghai, heard the news and was furious. He slapped the table and issued an emergency order on the spot... The blind man said: Long Fu Qian Ze, it is difficult to hide his back. The midwinter of 1937 was extremely cold. The strong northwest wind came and went, sweeping the Hangzhou, Jiaxing, and Hu areas into a deserted state, and the weather was freezing. At the foot of Mogan Mountain in central Zhejiang, there is an ancient town called Wukang, which is also in a deep cold.

The investigation of the case is carried out using the tavern as the stage, and all the people in the market appear one after another. The Miss Tang family is charming and smart, and the story is warm and exciting. Yibaiyinlou, the most famous tavern in Suzhou City, is also a famous no-care zone. It is said that the young master of Baiyinlou is called Master Qian in his family, likes to associate with people from all walks of life, and has the support of powerful forces in the court. Basically, as long as this young ancestor does not do anything too outrageous, the Gusu City Government Office is happy to turn a blind eye to him. However, this Young Master Qian is most afraid of boredom and can never be idle. A day without causing trouble is like losing a piece of meat in his heart. No, he was very drunk just yesterday and wrote some ink on the wall of the county government office (Master Qian's calligraphy and painting and wine are generally "good"), and today he accidentally picked up the hydrangea from the fourth lady of the Tang Sect...

The murder occurred during the Spring Festival last year. Those days were really unlucky for the residents of the residential building at No. 457 Taiyuan Road. During the Chinese New Year, a disgusting stench stubbornly slipped through the doors and windows into the room, making it unbearable. At first, they thought some family was out and the heater was too hot and the New Year's goods they bought went bad and rotten. Later, I discovered that the stench was not only getting stronger day by day, but also pungent to the eyes and throat, with an invisible stickiness. Once the stench drifted to wherever it went, it would stick to it, and it would linger even if the doors and windows were opened. Ordinary rotten seafood and meat don't have such a smell, and everyone realized something was wrong. Early in the morning on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, someone called "110" to call the police. The patrolman came and smelled the smell, and found that the smell was coming from residence No. 1 On the third floor.

There was nothing unusual about the night Chen Zhiyuan died. Lan Ling returned home at 11:30. He even went out once. He didn't wear glasses and his face looked tired. He has had the same complexion for more than a year, yellow with blue, and a little swollen under his eyes. He had just finished a large oil painting. On the day he finished it, he said that he had not painted anything recently. He would clean up the studio first and then take her to Japan. However, he started painting again within two days. Lan Ling didn't talk about him either. Chen Zhiyuan went to the bathroom. Lan Ling heard him flush the toilet, wash his hands, come out, and tell her that he didn't feel good today. She said, if it's not good, go to bed early. He stared at the wall in confusion for a while - no matter how he thought about it later, Lan Ling didn't realize there was anything wrong with that period of confusion. It was not good. Was he a bad person? Or am I not very good at painting? After being stunned for twenty or thirty seconds, I saw that she had messed up her hair and was only wearing a petticoat. Knowing that she wanted to take a bath, he nodded and said, go to bed now. Oh, good.

Jiangning City, which stands beside the mighty Yangtze River, was originally the "beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River and the imperial state of Jinling". Over thousands of years, countless tragic and tragic legends have been left behind. In 333 BC, King Xiong Shang of Chu Wei led an army to attack Yue and destroyed the country of Yue. King Chu Wei climbed to the top of Zhongshan Mountain and looked down at the Yangtze River. He saw that the river was surging, the mountains and rivers were majestic, and it had the "air of a king's city". In order to suppress the supernatural power of the mountains and rivers and get rid of the "kingly aura", King Wei of Chu followed the advice of his advisers: he spent more than 200 taels of rare purple gold in the world, and skilled craftsmen cast it into a strange purple gold beast. This purple-gold beast has bright eyes and looks around as if it has thousands of eyes, hence the name "Purple-gold Beast with Thousand Eyes". King Wei of Chu buried the purple-gold thousand-eyed beast on the top of Zhongshan Mountain, hence the ancient name of Zhongshan Mountain "Jinling Mountain" and "Purple Gold Mountain".

One night in late November 1949. A black Ford car was speeding on the Xiangshan Highway in the suburbs of Beijing. The road was uneven and full of potholes, and the car was winding up the mountain. There were two people sitting in the back seat of the car, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a yellow People's Liberation Army uniform, holding a briefcase on his knees with both hands. He saw the lady next to him being swayed back and forth by the car, and said apologetically: "We'll be there soon, just five minutes." The lady was wearing a plaid cheongsam. She looked at the male soldier and said, "It's okay, thank you!" As she spoke, an imperceptible smile appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly when she smiled. Women with strong personalities often have smiles like this. This was their first conversation since they took the car at Beijing Railway Station.