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Zhang Jun is a reporter for Hongcheng Evening News. When he was about to get off work that day, he received a strange call on his mobile phone. Zhang Jun's phone number was printed in the Evening News, and readers often called to expose the news, so it was not surprising that the phone number was unfamiliar. But this time, the voice of a child came through the phone, asking like he was reading from a textbook: "Are you Mr. Zhang Jun, a special correspondent of Xinhua News Agency?" Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment. He is indeed the webmaster of Xinhua News Agency in Hongcheng, but readers who expose him usually come because of his status as a reporter for the Evening News, and they rarely ask him if he is from Xinhua News Agency. Zhang Jun answered in the affirmative, and then asked what the child's name was. If it were a child who was playing pranks, he would definitely be frightened and reveal his true colors when asked this question.

That morning, Wang Zhanhong had no classes and was preparing to do some private work at home when his cell phone rang. When he saw it, it was Huang He, the director of the Political and Education Department. Wang Zhanhong knew that something was going on at the school without answering, and he was told to go back quickly. Wang Zhanhong is the deputy director of the Political and Educational Department. He can neither respect nor disrespect the female boss above him. Sure enough, on the phone, Huang He kept urging him to come quickly, as if the school was on fire. Just a stone's throw away from the Political and Education Office, Wang Zhanhong heard Huang Hezheng arguing with a student's parent, and the sharp voice came out of the window like ice shards. Wang Zhanhong shook his head and smiled bitterly. Huang He was too low-level. As an educated person and a school leader, how could he be as knowledgeable as a rural woman? Wang Zhanhong wanted to go back and see how capable Huang He was.

In the early spring of the 30th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, in the dim sky, a prison car was driving slowly on the official road from Shaanxi to the capital. The prisoner in the car was in his forties and had a thin face. He was Zeng Xian, the deputy censor of the capital who had come to Beijing on his deathbed. The Jinyi guards responsible for the escort were all wearing bright armor, like wolves and tigers - the leader was Huang Jin, the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch and eunuch in charge of etiquette in the palace. What case shocked the government and the public so much? It turned out that a few months ago, Zeng Ming came to the imperial court and advocated the recovery of the long-abandoned Hetao area, so as to achieve the imperial court's immortal contribution. After receiving the approval of the first assistant Xia Yan, the emperor issued an edict to praise it. Just as they were fighting hard, the situation suddenly changed - the Mongolian cavalry invaded the south.

I have heard that the child who fell into the well and died was named Yun Cui. His surname is unknown, and his birthdate is equally unclear. He lives quietly under the huge roof of Liu Mansion. So Miss Cicada couldn't help but take care of her more - Third Miss Cicada was like a section of bamboo in the Liu Mansion, living her own life. There were no gongs and drums outside, but the Han Cicada Courtyard was still quiet and quiet, like a cave. Her generational separation was so strange that she lived independently of others, and the courtyard was so ethereal that it couldn't help but be mixed with a trace of evil spirit. We dare not interfere with Miss Chan San's affairs. Only Yun Cui sends her an agarwood star every day.

The midnight bell was late at night, the wind was chilling, and apart from the occasional roar of car motors and hurried footsteps, there was only boundless silence. Suddenly, a phone ringing suddenly woke up Yang Dongchang from his sleep. Yang Dongchang picked up the phone and called twice, but no one answered. The line was open, but the other party did not speak. "Who is it? If you have anything to say, please speak." Yang Dongchang simply sat up, holding the microphone in one hand and turning on the lamp switch with the other. "Hey." After a moment of silence, several sneers suddenly came from the receiver, and then a male voice lowered his voice and said several incoherent words such as "lost", "found", "waiting", "arrival", etc., And then the phone hung up with a "click".

Wujie set up an arbor with his hands and frowned as he looked toward the east side of this loess road. The scorching sun in June burned his broad back poisonously. There was no cloud in the sky and no wind around. Only the noisy cicadas happily sucked the sweet sap at the top of the tree and made a long and sharp cry. The young monk Wujie is seventeen years old this year, with a round belly, round arms, round legs, a big head, a big face, big ears, big eyes, and a big mouth. Only the nose in the center of his face is like a shriveled little unfermented steamed bun, which is itchy from time to time. Even under the most poisonous sun, he will suddenly let out a series of sneeze. At this moment, he took off his short coat, stripped off his thin trousers on his fat legs, and tied his small baggage around his waist. He was wearing a pair of blue-gray shorts and a makeshift sunhat made of willow branches on his bare forehead, and he strode along the loess road outside Jingzhou City.

A and I, we call playing the killing game "go in and collect the bodies." This is not a big deal. If you have participated in our killing game, you will know why in most of H City, as long as A and I are present, this game has an extra rule: A and I are not allowed to perform the first blow. This rule overrides all rules, including closing your eyes after dark. A is just a code name, you can think of him as anyone. For the convenience of telling the story, we will temporarily call him A. In fact, as long as you enter this circle, you must have heard of A's name. A is funny and witty. During the game, he is often the adjuster of the atmosphere on the court. As long as A is present, the game will be filled with laughter, tension and fun. In this regard, A is the undisputed protagonist.

March 18, 1960. Dusk. A middle-aged man appeared in the secretary's office of the People's Bank of China head office at the east entrance of Xijiaomin Lane in Beijing. He was wearing a gray herringbone coat. He was tall and thin, with a long face, parted hair, and a yellow-black complexion. "I am from the State Council, and I am here to deliver an urgent message to the president." The person handed over a large envelope with the words "State Council of the People's Republic of China" printed on it, and then opened a purple envelope and said, "Please sign."

Xie Lan knew he was lost. The road under my feet was as winding as an earthworm, crawling into the distant crop fields. Several tall trees are scattered irregularly on the slope. Waves of hot wind hit our face one after another, carrying the aroma of ripe wheat, the greenness of weeds, and all kinds of strange flavors. These are all good, but the surroundings are quiet. Not even the students can be seen, let alone the classmates. Only the cicadas on the trees were screaming desperately. The monotony seemed to come from ancient times, and the noise was almost silent. Xie Lan stood under a sycamore tree. The dense canopy blocked the midday sun, leaving only a few tiny spots of light. She squinted to avoid the swaying light spots and looked around anxiously. A shadow flashed out from behind an old locust tree in front. It was a stocky boy. He had a straw basket on his shoulder and a sickle in his hand. His short hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

A fan of suspense and reasoning, he started writing mystery novels four years ago and has published hundreds of thousands of words. He likes Matsumoto Seicho, Kyogoku Natsuhiko, Matsuda Shinzo, and Renjo Mikihiko. His articles pursue beauty, often involving strange stories about monsters, strange people, and strange things. I hope to gain Kyogoku's erudition and Renjo's sincerity. The bright blade of the knife shimmered in the autumn sunshine, and the light of the knife was like a stream of well water letting out bursts of cold air. The simple samurai sword drew frightening arcs in mid-air with pressure, eliciting a trembling feeling from the bottom of people's hearts.

In the eighth year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty, it was early one morning in the middle of the first lunar month. Huaining County, Shouzhou, Anhui Province gradually became clear in the morning light. At dawn, Huaining County looks so peaceful and peaceful, like a person who has just woken up from a sweet dream and is lingering on the bed reminiscing about the passing dream. At this time, light blue smoke began to rise from the roofs of some houses. The curls of smoke seemed to be dancing to the loud crowing of roosters; at this moment, the streets were still empty, with only a few wild dogs wandering aimlessly.

I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a thief, but I did get caught in someone's warehouse. They twisted my arms like twists and pushed me into the security department of their company. A security guard with a belt in his hand came over, looked at my thin and pitiful arms and said, "Are you here to steal too?" This is simply an insult to our intelligence! I smiled awkwardly, as if trying to please them. To be honest, I was really scared at that time, afraid of being beaten up by the police before they arrived, but the beating started anyway. First, a security guard who was as thin as me came up. He pulled the hair on my forehead. This action seemed a bit funny, and everyone watching started laughing. The security guard seemed to be stimulated. His face turned red, and he grabbed a small piece of hair next to my ear and twisted it around. I probably forgot about the pain.

The murder at Jinguizun Mansion occurred early in the morning. The victim is Li Shuilu, the old nanny of retired deputy governor Hu Jianan, who is 65 years old this year. When police officers Liu Kai and Ma Sen of the Criminal Investigation Brigade who received the report rushed to the scene of the accident, Li Shuilu had already been sent to the hospital for rescue. On the surface, this seems to be a case of home invasion and robbery that occurs frequently in the city: only two people, Hu Jianan and the old nanny Li Shuilu, live in Villa No. 9 All year round. The only male owner, Hu Jianan, did not live at home on the eve of the accident, so the thieves took the opportunity to break in. Li Shuilu, who was sleeping soundly in bed, heard something moving in the corridor and got up to check. After opening the door and coming out, she bumped into a thief walking on the corridor.

Mr. Xiao is going to accompany his wife to a hospital run by Hairen in Shanghai for medical treatment. Mrs. Xiao has been ill for almost two months. She has taken all the medicines from all the doctors in the town, but she is still not feeling better. Mr. Xiao also invited one of the most famous old doctors from the county. This old man has white hair and a red complexion. Mr. Xiao placed all his hopes on this old man with gray hair and childish face. After the old man felt his pulse, he looked at Mrs. Xiao's tongue carefully, and then opened Mrs. Xiao's eyelids and looked at her for a long time.

Both members of the Oda family are named Tian, the girl is named Tian Mei, and the boy is named Tian Yong. It sounds like they are two siblings or two brothers and sisters. Although they both have the surname Tian, in fact, they were not from the same village before they got married, nor were they related to each other. It was just a coincidence that they had the same surname. The horse spoon touched the edge of the pot, and they happened to bump into each other in the vast sea of people, and they became a family using the name of the older generation. As the saying goes, the family was one family eight hundred years ago, and they are still one family eight hundred years later. But the two people who were one family eight hundred years ago became two families not long ago. They have been married for ten years, and their daughters are old enough to play soy sauce, but they realize that it is not the end. In the blink of an eye, they divorced at the beginning. Although they were formally or legally divorced, in fact they still live together, and the two families are still one family on the surface.

In mid-August 1940, when the red sun was as bright as fire, Emperor Kant suddenly fell ill for three days. The interior of the Puppet Manchukuo Palace in Xinjing is like an airtight steamer. Aixinjueluo Puyi, who was dragged to power by the Kwantung Army and served as a puppet emperor for several years, suddenly suffered from a strange disease. He vomited blood profusely, and he vomited more than a bowl of blood every day. Puyi's strange illness of vomiting blood not only frightened the concubines, ministers, and imperial doctors in the palace, but even Yoshioka Yasuo, the "royal official" sent by the Japanese Kwantung Army to supervise the "government", was astonished and confused for a moment. In the end, General Kenkichi Ueda, the supreme commander of the Kwantung Army, was actually alerted. He also visited the Imperial Palace of the Puppet Palace and went to Jixi Tower where Puyi was staying to check on his condition. However, Puyi's condition became increasingly critical.

On May 29, 1982, Harbin was in mid-spring, a time when new leaves were turning green and lilacs were turning purple. In the early morning, the door of a small Russian-style brick house in the east of Jiaohua Square opened and an old man with a very tall stature and a thin face walked out. He looked like he was only about seventy years old, but his actual age was already over eighty. In this area, everyone knows his surname is Wang, but few people can call him by his full name Wang Jiefu. This is nothing to an old man who has long withdrawn from social life. Yesterday, a pager not far away called "Wang Jiefu". People were busy for a while before they finally found him.

Originally, my mouth was the tightest. It was because of my mouth that my boss, Mr. Qian, hired me to drive for him at a monthly salary of five thousand, which was a full two thousand higher than Fang Jianbo, who got a large car driver's license in the same group as me. However, what Fang Jianbo got into was the rice basket, financial support, and guaranteed harvests during droughts and floods, not to mention that Director Fang was his third uncle. I jumped into the chaff basket. Although I got two thousand more than him in front of me, it was a private enterprise after all. It was hard to say when I was eating fat and when I was eating soup. So one time, the two elders were drinking and talking in a private room of the Dianwang Hotel. No outsiders were allowed to be present. Jianbo and I, the two sedan bearers, naturally bumped into each other. Fang Jianbo was very impressive at the beginning. He was obviously a head shorter than me, but he jumped up and patted my neck and said, "Big mouth, that's okay. You've got a rich man." Usually everyone calls me Niu Yuezi, which means cow stuttering.

The First Treasure Stealing It was a dark night in the winter of the 37th year of the Republic of China, and the cold wind howled. It was nearly midnight, and the owner of a suite in an apartment building on Seymour Road had just fallen asleep. This apartment has four rooms and a living room. There are two bedrooms facing north and south. The master's study is adjacent to the north, and the bathroom is adjacent to the bedroom on the south. The embers in the fireplace to the south were still emitting heat. There was a man lying on the big sofa in front of the window, covered with a thin wool blanket, and he could be heard snoring from time to time. It was already late at night, and suddenly the door to the south bedroom opened slightly. The crack gradually became larger, and what looked like a woman's head stuck out from inside. Her facial features could not be seen clearly. She was only seen carrying a suit jacket in her hand. She tiptoed to the sofa and covered the person on the sofa with the suit in her hand.

Bai Xiaozhou's whole body was soaked with sweat, and the hand holding Fang Lan was sliding down bit by bit. He looked into Fang Lan's eyes and whispered: "Murong Sui sealed his gold and account books in an iron box with fire paint and sank it in the river at the foot of the mountain. At that place, there was a willow tree with a crooked neck on the river bank..." Fang Lan roared: "Shut up!" Bai Xiaozhou flashed his white teeth and gave a big smile: "Fang Lan, take care."

Finding that he was still stuck in the dim black stone cave, Rimbaud blocked the dazzling divine light and turned to Solomon, only to see this good-for-nothing guy looking at him with an unpredictable smile. Suddenly, a small pain arose in his chest, as if he was being bitten gently by gentle fangs. At this moment, the rosy morning glow suddenly illuminated the blue sky on the top of the mountain. This eternal and glorious dawn shrouded the land of dragons, as if solemnly announcing to the young people in a foreign country that the long night that they thought would never end had been annihilated in the irresistible light.

In April of the third year of Yuankang in the Xi Dynasty, Liang Heng, governor of Anyang, suddenly died suddenly. The cause of death is unknown. The emperor promoted Xu Yuansong, the governor of Tongzhou under the jurisdiction of Anyang, to take over the post of governor. Less than a month after taking over, Xu Yuansong also died suddenly. The cause of death is also unknown. The emperor decided to revive the retired veteran Bai He. Bai He said that he was old and weak and might violate the emperor's trust and be unable to fulfill his duties; but he recommended his 19-year-old grandson Bai Xiaozhou to be the governor in his stead.

Ming Dynasty, the twelfth year of Chenghua. It's the end of August, and the late-night heat in Beijing has long faded, and the cool autumn mood is flowing quietly in the lanes and alleys. After three o'clock in the morning, the dusk drum sounded, entering the night curfew time, and the criss-crossing streets and alleys became a huge empty net, with only the figures of the firemen responsible for patrolling and preventing theft from time to time passing by. There seemed to be something in the darkness, moving vaguely. Li San raised the lantern higher and squinted to see a white figure walking not far ahead. The light dimly illuminated the side, revealing a woman with long hair and a white skirt. The two pressed their hands on the handles of the knives and stepped forward quickly. But within a few breaths, the figure suddenly disappeared from their eyes - saying "suddenly" was not appropriate enough. To be precise, it disappeared from their sight alive like a bubble.

"Where did you talk about last night? Oh, the situation was chaotic. I swung my sword to slash at the leader of the Qinghe Gang, but he blocked it with a Wudang sect's 'Pingsha Luoyan' move. Although I have only learned a little martial arts, I can't let them bully me casually. It was too late, but then, I took advantage of his backhand to stab me back and hit his smile point!" "Huh, huh..." The surprised sneer made Bai Xiaozhou turn around and was instantly petrified. Fang Lan stood behind them with his sword in hand, laughing and saying, "Bai Xiaozhou, why didn't I know that you knew martial arts?"

See how witchcraft masters use animals to commit crimes; see how they carry out perfect killings in full view of the public; see the thousand-year-old legacy codes that have been submerged in the sea of history, such as the imperial seals and the Qianling gold slips; see the top-secret files of the two lost nations of the Jurchen and the Khitan; see the incredible blood monsters of the Liao and Qing Dynasties. Circle; see the secret family history of historical celebrities such as Chiang Kai-shek, Wang Jingwei, Wan Rong, Pu Yi; see the operator's flawless hunting plan; see the tense plot that transcends psychological limits; see the mysterious scenes that break through the imagination; see the reversal ending that subverts logical thinking.

In this fight, everyone loses. The web woven by greed, desire, and betrayal trapped Ye Huaiyuan, Yu Rucheng, Lian Xihui, and Ling Feng, and harvested their lives. Those who were implicated were Ye Paiyun and Lian Fengjia. The ones who were inexplicably involved were Tong Fei and me. Hong Denglin can have the last laugh this time, but next time, he may fall to pieces. In the beautiful autumn mood, I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "You can rest in peace."

That is the rooftop plan of the laboratory building. The night before yesterday, several boys and Ouyang Xiao hid in the dark and witnessed with their own eyes the entire process of Sun Yeyang rescuing Qiu Qiu. The "Molly Curse" is certainly true. The real executor of the "Jasmine Curse" is this mysterious society. But in this incident, the real person who was cursed was Qiu Qiu.

On a hot afternoon, in the eastern part of the Sahara Desert in Africa, a group of tourists from China were walking on the hot sand dunes. At this time, the sun was like fire, making everyone thirsty. After a morning's trek, they were all exhausted. "Mr. Tour Guide, let's sit down and rest for a while. We really can't walk anymore." A man said breathlessly, and then sat down without waiting for the tour guide to reply. When the other woman saw it, she also pulled the man next to her, "Husband, let's take a break too." After saying that, she and her husband sat down. Seeing someone taking the lead, the rest of the people couldn't wait to stop. Sitting or lying on the sand dunes, the tour guide had to sit down to drink water and rest.

When Wenshan was woken up in his dream and rushed to the scene, there were not many people at the door of the scene, and there were almost no pedestrians passing by, because this was not a commercial area, but a high-end residential area in the suburbs. The policeman guarding the door asked Wenshan to go in. Wenshan did not rush into the house. Instead, he stood at the door and looked around at the surroundings. From big to small, this was Wenshan's usual way of handling cases. With just one glance, he had an outline in his mind. The house was an independent small building, with a three-meter-wide green belt at the door, and then the road. As for the neighbors, even the small buildings on the front, back and left are five or six meters apart. If you shout loudly in the house, the neighbors may not be able to hear you. But what if it's at night? After all, this is a very quiet community.

For more than 200,000 people in Linjiang City, the scorching heat that makes them rush to tell each other and get excited comes from the center of the turquoise water of Dongcheng Lake, the lake in the city: the "Water Lily Brand Costume Special Performance Week" is being held in the "Lanyue Tower" at the lake's attic. As early as three months ago, the news and public opinion had hyped up this performance. The city's second largest newspaper, "Linjiang Information News", even used a "100-day countdown" column to remind citizens of the performance week every day, including "insiders" and "secrets" "Highlights" and the like were frequently reported in the promotional media; a month before the event started, there was a wave of ticket speculation. By the time the performance week officially opened, the price of black market tickets had increased from 30 yuan to 300 yuan each, and there was still "nowhere to go".

The strangeness of the "lost cow case". In the evening, Feng Shutian, a villager in Fengjiabao Village, rode a very broken bicycle to the township police station to report a case because a calf was lost in his family. Feng Shutian was the first villager in Fengjiabao Village to become rich. He used to be a veterinarian and spent several years at the county veterinary station. In recent years, he has become rich by raising cattle, and he has become stingy. He asked his son and hired help to feed the cows and herd the cattle. What he had to do every day was to get up in the morning and make calculations without knowing what they were doing. In the evening, he went to the cattle pen to count the cows, counting them over and over again. That day, he suddenly counted one cow missing. After sieving the cows in his mind, he immediately knew that the missing cow was a calf. Less than half a year old, it was still a heifer. He scolded his son first and then his helper.

Li Long wanted to know more clues about the murder of Yang Lijuan from the old man. During the conversation, he learned that the old man's son-in-law Zhu Chuanwu was run over by a carriage, and Li Long saw that it was an old horse with a docile temperament. It would be impossible for him to run wildly without being greatly stimulated. Sure enough, he found a burn scar the size of a broad bean on the old horse's anus. What is a widow doing with her newly embroidered lotus cigarette purse in a deserted Buddhist hall? It is obvious that he is a lover, and this person is undoubtedly Dong Ruilin. When he learned that Dong Ruilin was not married, Li Long asked Dong Ruilin's mother Zheng through Yang Laohan. Dong Ruilin and his son believed in physiognomy. During the interview with Dong Ruilin, Dong Ruilin confided everything between himself and Yang Lijuan.

A Santana 3000 police car was driving fast on the highway from the provincial capital to Nanjiang City. Sitting in the passenger seat of the car was a young and beautiful female police officer. She was Su Junhua, the newly appointed Nanjiang City Public Security Director from the Provincial Public Security Department. Previously, Liang Guowen, member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee, Director of the Public Security Department, and Secretary of the Party Committee of the Department, had a conversation with Zhao Xinting and Su Junhua, members of the Party Committee of the Department and Director of the Political Department of the Department. Liang Guowen said to her earnestly: "Xiao Su, you have been studying in Beijing for the past two years, so you may not know much about the security situation in Nanjiang City. The security situation in Nanjiang City has been very serious in the past two years. The evil forces and corrupt elements in the party and government agencies have colluded with each other to carry out criminal activities unscrupulously, making Nanjiang City a mess.

Checking postmarks and analyzing unjust cases Liang Guowen arrived at the intensive care unit of the Emergency Center of the Provincial People's Hospital. He saw Wang Yongfeng wearing an oxygen mask and put on a ventilator, with hanging needles in his left and right arms. He was transfusing blood and medicine at the same time. He was also connected to a heart and brain monitor, and an ice pack was placed on his head. He was still in a deep coma. A doctor told Liang Guowen: "Due to the impact, the patient suffered a dented skull, intracranial hematoma, and rib fractures. The broken ribs punctured the lungs, causing massive bleeding and hemopneumothorax. When he was delivered, his heart had stopped beating and he was no longer breathing. Now his vital condition is not very stable. His heart may stop beating at any time, and he is not out of danger. We plan to perform craniotomy and thoracotomy on him after his vital condition is relatively stable."

It is also an accidental occasion. The night before yesterday, that is, the night of August 11 when Su Junhua and Zhang Qiong went to the Xiguan Branch of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China and the Xinjiekou Branch of the Bank of China, Xu Dingguo, the bank clerk at the Xinjiekou Branch of the Bank of China who was investigated and questioned by Su Junhua and Zhang Qiong, was He didn't tell the truth completely. In fact, Xu Dingguo had known Zhou Hongquan, the owner of the Dynasty Hotel, for a long time. Zhou Hongquan always asked him for help with some specific little things in the bank. For example, when it was inconvenient to exchange red envelopes for new money during the New Year and holidays, he asked Xu Dingguo for help. Of course, Zhou Hongquan also gave him some benefits, including giving him red envelopes and treating him to meals.

I realized in my brain that I had merged with the enemy who killed me. We were tried together in December 1989 at the Jinxucheng People's Court. The pale walls around him amplified a solemn voice. It cut into my sensing area, and its voice, weakened by the amplification of falsehood, wavered and tried to envelope the surroundings. I am the brain. My crime is intentional homicide. Due to insufficient evidence, although he was sentenced to death, his execution was suspended for two years. This gave my killer, and me as a brain, a chance to survive. When the judge pronounced us guilty, my first reaction was that this voice seemed to be the guilty one.

Cha Wei suspects the real murderer and looms in Xiang Hai. From the time he took care of Ye Biyun, he had to deal with three women: his wife Zheng Ling, his mistress Huang Jinhua and Ye Biyun. It was inevitable that he would focus on one and miss the other. As time went by, Ye Biyun, who was naturally romantic and lively, couldn't bear the loneliness. He often went to song and dance halls to pass the boring time, and was finally seduced by a pretty boy named Xiao Daxing. This pretty boy is an unemployed person who is idle and does not do his job. He specializes in hooking up with rich ladies and rich women in song and dance halls and entertainment venues to make a living by eating soft food. From then on, Xiao Daxing accompanied Ye Biyun to eat, drink, play and sleep. Late one night, Xiang Hai suddenly came to Ye Biyun's residence to spend the night, and caught Ye Biyun and Xiao Daxing in bed. Xiang Hai was so angry that he beat Xiao Daxing to pieces on the spot.

When Liu Xiuying heard it, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and she was immediately frightened. She roared: "No way, this is absolutely impossible. Liu Yuejin is a complete mess. I believe that he gambled and prostituted. It's too outrageous to explode and kill people! Don't I know about my own brother? How could he do such a thing? The Public Security Bureau must have made a mistake!" Chen Jianbo said: "He has admitted it himself, so why are you saying it's impossible? Su Junhua made it very clear that his involvement in the bombing and murder case was also due to being deceived and used by others." Liu Xiuying said: "Since Su Junhua knows that Liu Yuejin was deceived and used by others, why does she not let him go and arrest him?"

At about 16:50 on December 9, 2000, four masked gangsters armed with shotguns and explosive devices broke into the Guangdong Development Bank Sales Department of Zhengzhou Yinji Trade City. They shot and killed Chang Yujie, deputy director of the mall's security department, and stole 2.08 Million yuan in cash. This was listed as the main culprit in the second shocking crime of 2000 by the Chinese Ministry of Public Security. Many of them had university degrees and were highly intelligent. They were also the culprits in several previous bank robberies. Faced with such a rampant and cunning criminal, the Zhengzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau mobilized more than 10,000 police officers to launch an unprecedented and thrilling battle...

As soon as the yellow leaves of the fallen "Phoenix" float, the weather becomes cooler. The men in Duling Village packed their belongings and went away to make money. The down-and-out chicken owner Guo Changlin had nowhere to go, so he drove his old cows to kill the land on the slope. The ground is narrow and narrow, not wide enough for a rake, and the cattle can barely get down on it. Once they reach the end of the field, the cattle cannot get back. He had no choice but to let the ox slowly jump down the field, plow back from the field, and then climb up the field with difficulty to plow... After repeating this cycle for several times, the big bullock, who could plow three acres of land a day without even taking a breath, was so exhausted by the three-point knife that he was covered in sweat and gasping for air with his mouth wide open. His whole body also seemed to fall apart, sore, painful and tired. "Boss Guo, I think you should stop plowing the fields and go to the coal mine with me! As long as you do it with Li Yuhong, I guarantee that you will make a fortune without any effort.

This case was told to me by the boss. He is a criminal police officer from the Public Security Bureau in the area where I live. Before he told me about the case, he said something like an opening statement - Don't think that strange stories can only happen in dramas. The reality is that no matter how mediocre and dull our real life is, what it lacks is never drama. If we are not aware of this, it only means that our feelings and understanding of life are too slow and superficial. His words cast a mysterious tone on the whole narrative at the beginning. It should have happened in the evening of that day, around the time when the TV program was broadcast on the Xinwen Network. Because terror always happens when people least expect it, and this is the only time of the day when people are least focused. Just as thousands of lights were lighting up, a vegetable farmer living on the outskirts of the city went to the local police station to report the incident.

Kang Xiaoye is the son of Hai Hui, the owner of a snack shop, whose snack shop is diagonally opposite the court. Haihui's surname is Yao, and she is thirty-six or seventeen years old. She is tall and thin, like a bean sprout, with big eyes and a big mouth. There is a mole next to her chin. When she smiles, she shows her straight and white teeth. She looks like the singer Zhu Mingying. She is an enthusiastic and cheerful person. She has opened a restaurant here for several years. People who work in the court and those who come to litigate come to eat. It is cheap and affordable. Although she does not make a lot of money, she still makes a small amount of money. When I first arrived at the court, we lived in the office. We often went to have dinner in the morning and evening. We were very familiar with each other. We often joked that we would eat whether we had money or not. The night my partner had sex with me, I went to her snack shop. I ordered two dishes and a bottle of wine, and I drank it myself. She noticed my mood, so she sat across from me and watched me drink. I drank less than half before I threw up.

A bizarre murder case caused two young detectives to encounter many difficulties. Two mysterious archaeological team members were ordered to help, but they got the group involved in all kinds of weird things. The fortune tellers and Taoists hiding around them did not know whether they were friends or foes. The murals and Jiuding in the tomb allowed them to discover some unknown secrets in history. The two criminal police investigators felt that they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the murderer, but at the same time they were getting closer and closer to the truth...

Shen Jianqi, a person with the mental fog power, woke up late at night and found that he was sleeping in the same bed with his ex-girlfriend Shen Xiaoju, whom he had broken up with for many years. Because the image of the mysterious woman Wu tide remained in his mind, he refused to reconcile with his ex-girlfriend. However, the next day, he learned that Shen Xiaoju died tragically in an alley. Many clues show that Shen Jianqi is the murderer. Under the control of a strange mind-mist superpower, he uncontrollably attacked the police who came to arrest him. In Y City, he met Feng Jianling, who claimed to be the steward of Wu Yinxin, the chairman of the Akeso Consortium, and confirmed that he was the fiancé of Wu Xi, the daughter of the Wu family. Shen Jianqi learned a lot of important information about Wu tide. After some twists and turns, Shen Jianqi obtained the diary left for him by Wu tide, as well as an audio recording...

What is told in "The Bronze Crane Crying Blood" is more like the logic of advancement and modification of real life forms. As long as there are some rumors and rumors, the facts will be distorted layer by layer, so that the truth is beyond recognition. This is the disturbing butterfly effect, which is also a reality that can be seen everywhere in daily life. There are a thousand Hamlets living in the hearts of a thousand people, but there is only one truth.

Mo Keyan, an orphan from the earthquake, dreamed that he jumped off a building because of a broken love. When he woke up, he found that he had forgotten that he was forced to jump off a building by his classmates at school in the afternoon. That night in her room, Mo Keyan saw that the scene on the windowsill was exactly the same as the scene in her dream. Psychiatrist Mu Yang conducted a psychological test on Mo Keyan and told her that she had lost a memory from a year ago and that she should have had a relationship. Mo Keyan fell in love with Mo Weiran, who adopted her, and confessed to him but was rejected. Mo Weiran told her that he loved Liu Sangyu, and Mo Keyan was very sad for this. Not long after, a person named "Ghost" on her QQ threatened her not to pester Mo Weiran anymore, and someone placed requiem incense outside her room door... Mo Keyan found her diary from a year ago, trying to find out the person she once loved as mentioned by the psychiatrist Mu Yang. She found that the diary had been tampered with, and suspected that the person who did it was Mo Weiran, so she went to his office to look for the original diary, but found a patient file of "psychographic memory erasure". The scene of jumping from the building mentioned in it was exactly the same as what she had dreamed about...

On a cold winter night, a murdered body was found in a rental house in the city. Officer Takagi was in charge of the investigation. The clues showed that the deceased was a human trafficker. The two street children controlled by the deceased may have witnessed all this, but they were missing. The investigation of the case ended with no results after many days. Thirteen years passed by in a flash. Murong Yingzi, a senior girl from Yali Middle School, was stopped on the road and molested, and the molester died in the river the next day. The police filed a case, and several boys from the film and drama club became key suspects. The "murderer" Zhu Tianming was quickly arrested and brought to justice. But the police soon discovered that he had been framed, and the person who framed him should be the murderer of the gangster. Wen Yue is a dealer in false evidence. He hooked up with a married woman named Meimei. Just when he was excited and excited about having an affair, Meimei's husband suddenly disappeared at this time. Wen Yue was listed as an important suspect by the police. Wen Yue realized that he had fallen into a huge trap, and the person who set this trap was his partner Ji Cheng who gave false testimony. The police discovered that Yoshiro's DNA had appeared in a murder case thirteen years ago, and immediately contacted Police Officer Takagi who was in charge of the case and informed him of the matter. After many days of investigation, Takagi finally discovered that Ji Cheng and Murong Yingzi were the two homeless children who disappeared in the rental house murder case thirteen years ago. Of the two children who escaped together, one lived a normal life, while the other still lurked in the gray area, living a life that was neither black nor white. The appearance of Jicheng made Murong Yingzi's adoptive parents very frightened. They had an ominous premonition that the secrets that had been sealed for thirteen years might be revealed one by one due to this police investigation... Takagi accidentally fell into Yoshiro's trick while chasing Yoshiro and almost died. However, at the critical moment of life and death, Yoshi City actually reached out to save Takagi, which surprised Takagi. At the same time, he believed that Yoshi City was not just a cold-blooded murderer. In addition to the police hunting Jicheng, Wen Yue was also waiting for an opportunity to hunt Jicheng. He never expected that Jicheng would be attacked and injured from behind by Murong Yingzi's adoptive father. The injured Ji Cheng was forced to the hospital wall, holding a roll of wire tightly in his hand. Just when everyone was looking at each other, Yingzi suddenly appeared on the scene in hospital clothes. A tear-jerking story has only been known to this day...

This is a collection of cult suspense stories, divided into three parts: "weirdos", "monsters" and "weird things". The realistic narrative, combined with the most cult suspense plot, makes ordinary life sprout a chilling horror. The old alarm clock on the bookstall, the pillow on the bed, the candles on the birthday cake, an ordinary train, a scene or a fragment of a dream that suddenly seems familiar in reality... These are very common things in life, but they hide the most terrifying secrets - alarm clocks can cause people to age, pillows can suck the essence, candles extinguished can kill people, trains fall into an infinite time loop, dream fragments manipulate a person to automatically walk into death like a puppet... Ordinary life suddenly enters a place of terror.

In Shanghai in 1932, the forces were mixed and the situation was unclear. An assassination that shocked the whole country left several high-level officials, including the commander of the Japanese army in China, dead or injured. Japan's crazy counterattack puts six top killers into a complicated deadlock: knowing that there is a mole among the six, everyone must successfully assassinate the Japanese generals, otherwise they will be killed indiscriminately. Everyone is suspect, and everyone cannot trust anyone else. This kind of mission is like lighting a torch and walking in a warehouse of explosives. If one mistake is made, everyone will be shattered to pieces. Even after the mole was discovered and the task was completed, the survivors discovered that this was just the beginning of a bigger game.

"Record of Night Journey" has over 100 million clicks on the Internet. It is the most acclaimed original suspense novel after "Ten Deadly Sins", "Psychological Crime" and "Forensic Qin Ming". The mysterious profession of "Night Walker" has been passed down since ancient times, and investigations record hidden truths. Today, night crawlers still exist. They pursue first-hand social news and sell it to the media to make money. They can be found all over the world. They look similar to paparazzi, but they chase different objects. This book tells the legendary lives of night walkers Xu Lang and Zhou Yong in a semi-fictional and eye-witness manner: In order to track down valuable news in the city, they need to face special groups, even real serial killers. The book contains the strange people and things they have seen, as well as their experiences of escaping from death. Paying attention to the safety of women, children, the elderly and other vulnerable groups in society, the book has special appendices of various safety TIPS, which can be called an encyclopedia-style crime prevention novel that is both educational and entertaining.