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The old man who led the donkey to the market was from Daniubao in Guo County, and the old man who sold fresh ginger was from Gaocheng in Xin County. The two met once. The old man put the ginger under his nose, smelled it and said it was good. He also asked how many ginger trees you have planted at home? Is this year considered a small year or a big year? Old Huang chuckled, showing his yellow teeth. I am so old, and this is the first time I have heard of ginger trees being planted. These things are not grown on trees, but grown in the soil. Lao Jia blushed and straightened his neck to argue with Lao Huang, "You old man, I think you are too old to argue with you. Ginger is grown on trees. Who are you trying to coax?" I'm not a two-ball player. Just because of such a trivial issue as whether ginger grows in the soil or grows on trees, the two people fought with each other in the market of Guyang Town, blushing and refusing to give in. Lao Jia was a local, and the passers-by around him all favored him regardless of right or wrong. They said, don't talk nonsense with the ginger seller, just make a bet, who loses and who wins, seeing is believing and hearing is believing.

In January 1981, "People's Daily" published a commemorative article signed by Xu Boxin and Ge Zhicheng, calling Wang Shaochao a democratic fighter and an old Communist Party member. Subsequently, it was reported that with the approval of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the party group of the Central Ministry of Finance held a ceremony for Wang Shaochao to cover the urn with the party flag. Those relatives and friends who were familiar with Wang Shaochao were respectful and a little surprised. Because they could not have imagined that such a gentle, old master-like elder could actually be a veteran of the Special Branch of the Communist Party of China who had been fighting on the hidden front for a long time.

Near noon, Yao Fengxiang, a woman nicknamed "Bali Xiang", stood in front of her home with a cigarette in her right hand. She twisted her slender figure and looked left and right. Her emotions and movements were a bit like being stung by a bee, and she looked restless. Yao Fengxiang is the wife of Sun Shoucai, the accountant of Simajia Village. This woman is somewhat beautiful, but not very famous. She is the type of woman who is loved by some men and hated by women. She has been flirting with men since she was a girl, so her popularity in the village is a bit like maggots in a doenjang vat. Even though the maggots in the doenjang make people look disgusting, some men still can't bear to throw it away and just like to eat it. "Huh-huh-" A strong wind blew across the dark sky. The old elm tree in the middle of the village swayed and made a strange and shrill "hiss-hiss" sound.

Summer midnight. Boss Ding was awakened by a nightmare and could no longer sleep. He walked out of the house, drank a few glasses of wine alone in the tavern, and then wandered towards the sauna and surfing room of Hongyang Hotel. Boss Ding likes to take a dip in the sauna after drinking. It was midnight, the moonlight was dim, and the night was hazy. Boss Ding encountered a dark figure on the road, shaking like a giant ghost under the neon lights. The boss was suddenly startled, and a wave of panic passed through his heart. The huge black shadow disappeared in a flash. The black image weighed on Boss Ding's heart like a stone, making him extremely frightened. Boss Ding entered the sauna of Hongyang Hotel and asked for box No. 3. The waiter helped him take off his clothes and helped him into the large pool in the bathroom.

The plan that had been brewing for a long time was finally going to be implemented tonight, which made him excited and nervous. More than two years ago, Chu Changfa devised a plan that he thought was perfect, and planned to withdraw part of the money from the unit's treasury for his own use. The goal was one million, which he thought was a reasonable amount that would satisfy his needs without being greedy. The plan should be said to be very detailed, and he was well prepared, but just when he was about to implement it, instructions suddenly came from above. In order to reduce the occupancy rate of funds, each branch must hand over the cash in the small vault to the large vault of the municipal bank for unified management every day. This means that if Chu Changfa implements the original plan step by step and finally opens the vault door, he will be faced with an empty room without a dime.

On the night of May 16, 1956, Zhang Rengui, the director of the Xiuqiao Town Police Station, was taken to the corpse pile at the east end of Xiuqiao Town and beaten. The beating was so severe that the skin and flesh were torn and blood flowed. The one who beat him did it with a whip. Beatings of people have occurred intermittently in Xiuqiao Town over the past few decades. They include slaps, fists, kicks, head tops, and mouth bites. I have never seen or heard of whips. Beating people with a whip should be a thing of the old society, and what happened in the movie should have little connection with the social life of Xiuqiao Town around 1956. Zhang Rengui was lying on his bed in the town hospital, thinking about how he had been whipped. He could only lean on the hospital bed with the right half of his body. Because only his face, the soles of his feet, the palms of his hands, and the right half of his body were not injured. He couldn't figure out why the person who whipped him whipped him like that.

Luoyang is bordered by Songshan Mountain in the east, Qinling Mountains in the west, Yique Mountain in the south and Mangshan Mountain in the north. Since ancient times, it has been known as "the hinterland of Kyushu, the thoroughfare of ten provinces, the arch of rivers and mountains, and the situation that is unparalleled in the world". The Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, Eastern Zhou and Eastern Han dynasties successively established their capitals here. On the outskirts, there is a garden with undulating corridors and reflected waves. The four characters "Huyang Villa" are written on the plaque on the main entrance. It is the mansion of Princess Liu Huang of Huyang, the eldest sister of Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty Liu Xiu, with scattered balconies, secluded forests, and fish jumping in the lotus pond. In the hibiscus pavilion, Liu Huang, who had a head full of pearls and peach cheeks with tears, was leaning in the arms of her personal attendant Huo Bao, her fragrant shoulders were shaking and she was crying softly.

The Songhua River originates from Tianchi in Changbai Mountain on the border between China and North Korea, winds westward, and joins the Nen River near Fuyu County in Jilin Province before finally flowing into Heilongjiang, leaving behind a fertile field. The unique chernozem soil here produces more than two million tons of soybeans and corn for the country every year, so it has the reputation of "the world's first granary". This is Yushu City, Jilin Province. Yushu is a land of outstanding people. It is not only rich in food, but according to incomplete statistics, since the 1970s and 1980s alone, a vice premier of the State Council and nearly ten senior cadres at the provincial and ministerial levels have emerged from here. However, just as no matter how fertile the soil is, poisonous weeds will grow. Since the mid-1990s, this fertile black land has been growing.

A mind-boggling mystery with a concise and powerful solution - this is what fans of mystery novels want! The Lulu sister and assistant introduced here are like Sherlock Holmes and Watson. It may not be accurate to say that, after all, Lulu sister does not need to follow the train or fight with vicious dogs, while the assistant does not have war wounds or wives. In fact, Sister Lulu was able to solve the mystery without even leaving her house. As for the assistant, the assistant can do whatever he wants. They live in a mysterious city, and their identities and relationships are also a mystery. How can the client come to entrust the case? You must have a mystery in your mind to find Sister Lulu. You may also need some ability to understand bad jokes.

In the second year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, an ancient tripod from the Western Zhou Dynasty unearthed in Shaanxi fell into the hands of Chen Jieqi, a Hanlin scholar from Weifang. Chen Hanlin, who is good at epigraphy, discovered a big secret hidden in the words when studying the inscriptions in the tripod. At this time, a blood letter placed at the door of his house made him realize that he was being used. Next, he was passively involved in a dispute between the government and the opposition. But he didn't know that the Mao Gong Tripod named after him actually began to influence the national destiny of the Qing Dynasty. A greater danger was approaching him step by step... How could Chen Jieqi get rid of the entanglement of all forces and preserve the majesty of the Qing Dynasty and his own life?

I can see ghosts, it's absolutely true. The first time I saw a ghost, I was only two years old and unable to speak, at my father-in-law's funeral. I saw some people in strange costumes floating in the air like shadows. I thought it was very funny. I reached out to catch them, but I couldn't. They are like a breath. After I came back, I found half a piece of tiles and a wooden stick and played a funeral drum in the courtyard. When the adults saw it, they said it was strange. As for the two-year-old kid, he played the funeral drum in an orderly manner. Unexpectedly, two days later, a person died in Murakami. If he fights again, another Murakami will die. Some people scolded me and said I was a disaster star. Some people also accused my father of not teaching me how to play funeral drums and sing funeral drum tunes. This is an injustice to my father. He is just a pig butcher and can't sing any songs. How can he teach me? Dad won't let me play the funeral drum anymore.

The sky in September thundered loudly, and the huge raindrops crackled on the glass of the balcony, and then snaked down like a water snake, outlining a hazy painting. Jiang Xiaochuan stood in front of the window, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking playfully at a big slogan posted on the building opposite. Several bold characters on the red paper stood out: The thief will come again, castrate and bury! Followed by a series of huge, shocking exclamation marks. Jiang Xiaochuan imagined a man furious looking at the messy room, and laughed out loud. After standing there stupidly for a while, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, then turned around and entered the room to turn on the computer.

Before the watermelons were ripe, a murder occurred in the company by the Kuitun River. For the company, this is an earth-shattering event in the history of the company. Things happen every day in the company. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quarrel, a couple fights, chickens are thrown and scolded, widows steal, and all sorts of things happen. But the case of murder and the murder of a couple is the first time in the company, the first time in decades. It was Sister Qiu and her man who were killed. People didn't talk much about Sister Qiu's man An Hulu being killed. It was like a piece of mud thrown into the water and it melted without making any waves. But it was different with Sister Qiu. She could talk about anything and even talked about it for a long time. Especially the men in the company, they regretted the pain. They shouted that if the murderer was caught, the minimum would be to divide the body into five pieces, chop him into pieces and smash him, but they would not be able to forgive his hatred. But the women were different, they felt a little gloating about their misfortune.

Ge Shuiping: Born in Qinshui County, Shanxi Province in 1966, he is a screenwriter at Changzhi Drama Research Institute and vice chairman of Changzhi Writers Association. In the first issue of this magazine this year, her novella "Whiplash" and "Earth" were published, which were selected by many publications such as "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly", "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novels", "Selected Novellas" and so on. On the sixth day of June in the twenty-sixth year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, in Douzhuang on the west bank of the Qinhe River, Shangguan Fang, the youngest daughter of the Shangguan family, and Wang Anxu, the only son of the Wang Shutian family of Xiali Village on the east bank, were engaged. The matchmaker gave Shangguanfang's birth date. Wang Shutian, 57, took a piece of red paper from under the incense burner in the central hall and wrapped it carefully. He went to the upper room to greet his 70-year-old mother and asked for his son's birth date. He also wrapped it in red paper and placed it in two blue and white porcelain bowls.

Peiping, the beginning of the Fourth Dynasty. I walked out of the girls' dormitory on Education Street with my schoolbag on my shoulder. My nerves were still so tense and numb. Yesterday, a Japanese major was shot dead at the Liubukou tram station in Xidan. According to witnesses, the gunman was a pockmarked young man. So from yesterday afternoon until this morning, the gendarmerie searched the whole city and arrested tens of thousands of pockmarked men. Even the dormitory of our girls' school was not spared. Even the toilets were searched. Finally, a female classmate with light pockmarks on her face was arrested from the dormitory, although the shooter was a male. This female classmate is from the Northeast and lives next door to me. She knows that I am a stepmother and I have no money.

Bai Qinglin, general manager of Yumin Grain and Oil Trading Company in Langdonggou Town, died in an accidental traffic accident. After the car accident, a grimacing Li Banxian'er somersaulted to the scene of the accident and saw the driver, Zhao Weide, lying dead on the road with his face covered in blood. He was shocked when he saw Bai Qinglin, the general manager of Yumin Grain and Oil Trading Company. He was wearing a straight suit and leather shoes, with a ferocious appearance, and he was kneeling straight, facing the southwest and died there. The bright red cross exposed on his chest made Li Banxian'er, who had a half-immortal body, immediately chew the fruit and sift out the chaff. Li Banxian'er has been "Mr. Yin and Yang" for half his life and has done countless "out of the blue" jobs. This time, he felt the cold wind squeaking on his neck. Cold sweat broke out all over his body. When he shivered, he felt the coldness between his crotch and peed his pants.

The story told here has concealed the names of the characters, but the place and time it took place are real. 2011 Was the most complicated year for China's collection industry, with the most incidents and stories. Sun Haige's parents died after the Qingming Festival that year. In the spring, they went to Tengchong, Yunnan, to buy Burmese jade. They came across a batch of high-quality goods, so the two of them happily ran to Dieshui River Falls to enjoy themselves. There is no direct bus from Tengchong to Dieshuihe, so you can only charter a bus. Two people died in a car accident on the mountain road. When Sun Haige found out, he ran away and saw a corpse without a head or body. I found my parents' suitcase, which was already empty. I heard that my parents bought Burmese jade worth 2 million yuan, but I didn't see anything.

In the months after the first shots were fired, only Pubu's family moved out of the village. No one in the village knew when they moved, let alone where they moved. Since then, Jiangbu's house has been empty, and no one in the village dared to enter his house. In fact, the villagers all wanted to go in and see what was inside. However, no one had the courage to go. No one even asked to go. After a year of this. Cracks appeared everywhere in Pubu's courtyard wall, and a large piece of the roof of the west house collapsed. The villagers felt very sad as they watched Pubu's house collapse day by day. They always felt that it was not Pubu's house that collapsed. It was a life they were familiar with, but no one mentioned it and pretended not to know.

In the interrogation room. After interrogation, Officer Luan had a clear understanding of the case: This criminal must be severely punished! He is one of those people who is full of evil and stubborn, and refuses to kill people. So, he tightened the cap of his pen and closed the case file. He was about to get up when he suddenly realized that he had not finished speaking. He stared at the criminal suspect sitting across from him with his legs crossed. He was silent for a while and asked: "Wang Qiang, why did you push a simple and kind-hearted woman to a dead end from the very beginning while you were killing people, stealing goods, and seeking wealth? Don't you have any conscience and self-blame?" "No." Wang Qiang said calmly.

Legends about ghosts have been circulating in the village, and the poor farmer Liu Changjiu was beaten to death by his own family as a ghost. How did a good living person turn into a ghost? There is something strange about it, and there are different opinions. The fact that Liu Changshan was beaten to death by his own family as a wild ghost has always been a strange news in Jishui Township. After so many years, it is still circulating. When I returned to Leba Village last year, people talked about it with great enthusiasm.

Tao Yu's breathing became rapid, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but couldn't speak. After a long time, he blurted out two words, "evidence... Evidence, evidence..." "That's a good question. Someone who can design such a mind-boggling hoax and murder case will definitely not forget Shen wants conclusive evidence," Ou Bo said in a hurry, "You have already seen the bolt just now. I found it suspicious at the scene. After I inspected the building, the bolts were not rotten to the point of breaking. The bolts of other sewer pipes are tight, but the bolts in the room where the kidnapper is hiding are so loose? Who else knows and has been here? The kidnapper would not do this, and your child is still young and has neither the courage nor the ability, and of course this!" He said and took out a recording pen, "Listen to the conversation you just had with Xiao Yaya, you personally admitted that you arranged a dead end for him."

No wonder he is Marquez's literary idol! Graham Greene is a legendary master who has been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature 21 times. "Our Man in Havana" was selected into the American Mystery Writers Association's Top 100 Mysteries. In 1959, it was adapted into a movie of the same name, directed by world-famous director Carol Reed, and is a classic in film history. In this book, Green tells the absurd story of a whimsical little person. In this absurd world, we only need to be loyal to the people we love. British businessman Woolmore runs a vacuum cleaner agency in Havana, Cuba, and raises his beautiful seventeen-year-old daughter Milly alone. Her daughter is getting older and spending money every day, which worries Woolmer. At this time, a British intelligence officer suddenly appeared and asked Woolmore to be his downline and collect local intelligence. Woolmore found this to be a rare opportunity to make money. In order to give his daughter a better life, Woolmore fabricated one big lie after another: fictitious economic data, informants who never existed, and a "nuclear weapon structural diagram" drawn based on vacuum cleaner parts. What's funny is that the intelligence services actually believed it. What's even more unbelievable is that one of his fictional characters actually appeared...

A secret room manual that reveals all the tricks! The winning entry of the 13th Hong Kong Reasoning Award. 2013 "Top Ten Excellent Works of Integrity Reasoning". Highly recommended by masters of reasoning Ayatsuji Yukito and Maya Yusana! All the tricks in the world just capture people's greed and fear. There is a mysterious man who appears whenever a locked room murder occurs and quickly solves the mystery. Shootings in locked classrooms, murders under police surveillance, suicides that appear to have fallen from unoccupied rooms, or murderers disappearing in the snow without footprints... All seamless secret room cases were solved after he showed up. All the tricks in the world just capture people's greed and fear. Open this book and see through all the tricks!

No wonder he is Marquez's literary idol! Graham Greene is a legendary master who has been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature 21 times. "The Human Factor" was hailed by Marquez as a perfect masterpiece. MARQUEZ: Seriously, I love all of Greene's books, but I love "The Human Factor" even more, which is a nearly flawless novel. "The Human Factor" is Green's classic work that explores human nature. It writes about all the possibilities of human nature: cruel, terrifying, indifferent, powerless, innocent, free, kind, compassionate, full of love... And what are the factors that influence the choices we make as a human being? Is it love, friendship, family, work, family, country? Only those who truly understand human nature know how rare it is to always be kind. During the Cold War, British intelligence officer Cashel lived an ordinary life every day: going to and from get off work, walking his dog, spending time with his wife and children, and drinking a glass or two of whiskey in the evening, but he was actually a double agent. Years ago, a Soviet agent rescued his wife and repaid his gratitude by providing intelligence to the Soviet Union. However, the leak of a secret document puts him in danger of being exposed, and he once again has to make a human choice.

When the Dongchuang incident happened, Rong Yaner didn't want to implicate Ma Shizhu, so he went to the police station to surrender that day. After careful investigation, the County Public Security Bureau believed that Rong Yaner committed the murder in self-defense, but she and her partner Xin Yunfei were also guilty of defrauding others of their money. It's just that she has been pregnant with Ma Shizhu's child for more than three months. According to the provisions of the criminal law, a person may be released on bail and executed outside prison. In October of this year, Yaner gave birth to a child for Shizhu. The baby's face is as handsome as his mother's, and his body is as strong as Shizhu's. He is loved by everyone.

Light snow like rice grains has been falling since noon. The first snow that has just entered winter, if it falls quietly, people will sleep like crazy. On a day like this, some people should be ready to take action. Zhang Shengli also slept very hard because he and Xu Kuo had a meal of chicken together during the day. Maybe it was because I ate too much meat, but my stomach felt a little upset at night, so I got up and went to the toilet outside the house. At this time, he heard the sound coming from the other side of the courtyard wall. As soon as Zhang Shengli heard the voice, he immediately realized that something had happened to Mr. Xu's family. So, Zhang Shengli picked up a shovel, rushed to the courtyard wall, and looked over to see what was going on. There are two thieves. In the shadows, a man was leading the cow out, while his accomplices were holding sticks and pestles at the door, ready to show who would show his face. This is the most dangerous time, and whoever shows up will be unlucky. As the old saying goes, thieves also have their ways, but today's thieves are not so particular and their tactics are extremely dark.

Xiao Shao, a Beijing alley girl with a straightforward personality, drove to Tibet with model couple Jiang Hu and Lin Ta. Before departure, she received a special task - to bring Dayong, a Tibetan eagle mastiff, back to her old friend Chen Hui. On the way, Dayong rescued the rich second generation Gao Nuo and took him to Tibet. Four people and one dog spoke for the deceased in Ya'an, suffered a nightmare in Litang Temple, and helped each other with a group of golden monkeys in Mangkang... After encountering adventures along the way, they finally arrived at the Rongbuk Temple on Mount Everest to find Chen Hui. When returning Dayong, Xiao Shao discovered that Chen Hui had already been killed by the evil Yaksha! But the little eagle mastiff Dayong actually "lives" in the body of the demon kings Lu Zan and Chen Hui! Gao Nuo actually has energy that is different from ordinary people! The Earthly Yaksha and the Demon King Luzan open a rift in the demon world. Will the rampant demons and devastation of the ancient times happen again? Is Xiaoshao capable of fighting all this? Who is Gao Nuo? Will Dayong the Eagle Mastiff still be by everyone's side... This magical self-driving trip has countless mysteries waiting for you to make the appointment.

On the evening of April 8, 2001, Zhao Yong, captain of the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade, had just sat down at the dinner table and picked up his rice bowl when his cell phone rang. It was the director who called him and told him to rush to Yangming Hotel immediately, saying that Zheng Yangming, the owner of Yangming Hotel, had been killed. Zhao Yong made a sad face to his wife and children helplessly, put down his job and rushed out of the house.

The story goes back ten years to June 21, 2006. Early in the morning, the weather was excellent, with light wind and clear clouds, and the sky was full of morning glow. In the cargo yard of Tongda Logistics Company's freight center in Tongcheng County, Hubei Province, 50-year-old freight driver Zhang Qiusheng stood in front of his Dongfeng brand truck, looking at the white clouds on the horizon, with a childlike smile on his bronze face, and the rays of sunlight cast a dazzling golden glow on his body. Master Zhang is not tall, his face is wrinkled, he looks like an old farmer. He is an old employee of the company. He is warm and friendly, careful and diligent in his work. He has never had a traffic accident in his decades of driving and is rated as an advanced worker every year. Today, Master Zhang took the order and went to Liling City, Hunan Province for delivery. He looked up at the sky, hummed a Huagu tune, climbed into the cab, and started the engine.

In that unbearable pain, what Gu Moyang imagined in his consciousness was his son who was in the third grade of junior high school. In a short time, his son would take the high school entrance examination and face the first challenge in his life. The son was waiting for the return of his father... Suddenly, The son's face transformed into Wang Yunli's face. Wang Yunli was a beautiful and pale face, and that face was filled with implicit and affectionate expressions. Wang Yunli's eyes were like a deep and clear lake, and he immersed his Gu Moyang affectionately in it...

Human beings have had stories about ghosts and monsters since ancient times, and their stories have been spread throughout the world through word-of-mouth in books. If there is any real evidence, it would at most be that someone's father or ancestor had seen ghosts, but no one has seen it with his own eyes. On the contrary, there have been some fighters who have fought against ghosts in this world for generations. For example, Zhong Kui is the nemesis of ghosts. Zhong Kui has Dharma and is a Taoist priest. Taoist priests call them Fang family. But most people in the world call him Alchemist. Tao Tao is a famous alchemist in Taoyuan Town and even Zhifu City. He is wise and full of heavenly secrets; he can catch evil spirits and monsters, call the wind and rain; he can know the past and the future, and he has the mystical power to reach heaven and earth. He is actually a generation of true gods! Taozheng's courtesy name is Jing, and his nickname is Xuan Zhenzi. When I was young, girls were generally timid, girls were generally shy, and they were as weak as dough. His parents were afraid that he would be weak and suffer in the future, so they invited a famous martial artist to teach him martial arts.

It was eight o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day when the country woman came to the police station to report the crime. Wu Zheng was on duty that day. Wu Zhenglao glanced at the woman with his tiredness from last year, and asked her with his eyes what case did you report on New Year's Day? The country woman said that her man worked as a hired worker for a professional household and had not returned home on New Year's Eve. She waited all night until the sound of firecrackers went off next door, but she still didn't see her husband come back. Confused, she went to the village where the professional household was located. The professional household said that her husband had returned home yesterday morning and had received wages. She said she hadn't seen it, so the professional suspected that she was extorting money, so he gave her 100 yuan. She took one hundred yuan and came to report the crime. With that said, the country woman took out a wad of money from her waist and showed it to Wu Zheng. "What's your husband's name?" Wu Zheng asked. "Call Niu Zonghan!"

Because of the intervention of a third party, my marriage ended. I tried to save it, but to no avail. I was in so much pain. Li Yuwei, Li Yuwei, we used to be inseparable, and our relationship was the envy of others. But now, I only hate you. I even want to kill you! But I have never dared to do it. Although, as a lover of mystery novels, I have read many mystery novels, and I am very familiar with various murderous tricks and criminal methods. But I am unable to improve these tricks and techniques and apply them in reality. The plan to murder Li Yuwei has therefore been put on hold.

"The Japanese are killing people!" "The Japanese are killing people!" I was still sleeping in bed having a sweet dream when the shouts broke through the door from outside the house. In recent days, God has been throwing a tantrum, and the rain has been crying continuously, so the shouts coming in are also wet. I couldn't hear clearly what they were shouting, but the urgency in their voices drove away all my sleepiness. When I got up, I saw my parents and sister standing at the door, staring blankly towards the village. I asked loudly: "What are they shouting?" My sister turned around and looked at me: "They say the Japanese are killing people." My sister's name is Duan Gonghui, nine years old. Her face was full of smoothness and magnanimity, as if she was telling a distant story. With a bang, my heart exploded. Looking up towards the village, I found that the roads were crowded with people running frantically towards the mountains.

On the morning of the third day after the police came, Xiao Deyu was awakened again by his nightmare. Sitting up, the sunlight had already shone on the third window lattice, causing thin ripples on them. His dream also slowly faded along the direction of the ripples and was gathered to a very small point - but the palpitating feeling in the nightmare was still there. It pressed on the top of the heart and caused the heart to drop. It took a lot of effort for Xiao Deyu to raise his heart to the normal position. "Are you having nightmares again?" Xiao Deyu's wife came over. There was obvious nervousness on her face. Xiao Deyu said nothing. His eyes were fixed on the window lattice, where a few thread-like dust particles were suspended and fluttering in the air. "Dream of him again?..." Xiao Deyu nodded slightly, his movement was so small that it was almost undetectable. His wife sighed, "I don't know how we owe him."

After the incident happened, Liu Xiaoshui lay in the detention center and thought about the incident over and over again. He now has plenty of time to think. He always felt that Wu Dachuan's death was directly related to this matter. Liu Xiaoshui was sitting at the dining table taking his last sip of milk when he heard the piercing sirens, which meant that his breakfast was in its final stages. When he heard the siren approaching from far away until it stopped in front of his home, he stayed there for a moment and was at a loss. The last mouthful of milk in his mouth even forgot to swallow. It flowed down the corners of his wide mouth and dripped onto his blue holy velvet sweater. His wife Qin Fang looked at him like that and asked a little surprised: "Xiao Shui, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Liu Xiaoshui's mind was blank and color came into his consciousness.

In summer, some tourists in the city always like to drive to the farmhouse restaurant near the Moonlight Lake Scenic Area in the small town to dine. Firstly, it is quiet here, and secondly, you can eat authentic farm food. Some dining tables are placed in the outdoor courtyard, so that people can not only appreciate the coolness of the outdoors, but also watch the butterflies flying in the outdoor flowers. Moonlight Lake is at the foot of Moonlight Mountain. The water plants around the lake are as dense as broken jade. All kinds of wild flowers are scattered here and there. When the lake breeze suddenly picks up, a faint fragrance floats. There are bees and butterflies dancing around the flowers, and the chirping of insects and frogs is endless. The beautiful scenery is so picturesque. The small town is only twenty miles away from Moonlight Lake. There is a smooth asphalt road and it takes more than ten minutes to drive there. Among the several restaurants on the roadside, each one has outdoor tables, but most of them are in the inner courtyard. Only one restaurant is in a small courtyard facing the street. The name of the hotel on the south side of the road is Qingquan Hotel.

In the dark night, Yuzhen left quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. At thirty-one, she even felt young. She should have shed her blood for the people, and she deserved her death. However, she committed suicide. The winter in Shenyang in 1948 was so cold! Yuzhen just wanted to choose this day to leave. Ten years ago, in 1938, on a drizzling afternoon, she met him, her brother-in-law and her lover Xuan, by the Huangpu River in Shanghai. Today she finally saw Xuan again, at her funeral. Ah! She saw Xuan. He was standing behind the crowd, wearing a navy blue tunic suit. He had the gold Parker pen in the upper left pocket and a small, delicate white flower on the upper left chest. That's how he is, always well-dressed and elegant.

Leaving Shanping Town and walking two miles eastward, you will reach Benlongtan. The Pingshui River meandered through three states and five counties. It could no longer endure the low and gentle rhythm, so it concentrated its strength and split the Qingzhu Ridge, breaking out a steep gorge several miles long and rushing down. Suddenly the whitecaps rolled and the sound of the water was like thunder; meteorites rained down on the large and small rocks on the beach, adding a third degree of mystery and a certain degree of danger to the waterway. It made the trackers going up have aching muscles and bones, and the boatmen going down were frightened. Therefore, there were brave men who were familiar with the water conditions of the beach road. They replaced the helmsmen and rafters in the launching boats in this section of the river. They held up a long steel-tipped pole to prop up the roadblocks in the river, and took advantage of the rapids like a rushing dragon to sail the wooden boat through the dangerous shoals. The river Han who eats this bowl of rice is called "Tanke".

Herkes became famous. Since he successfully solved the biggest "encounter"-style "real and fake princess" case since the establishment of the detective agency, various media have carried out overwhelming exaggerations and exaggerations. He has been praised to the heavens as a "Chinese Sherlock Holmes", "China's number one detective today", "superhuman intelligence and outstanding reasoning", and even "a magic mirror through which criminals can't hide". As for Fang Hongming, he was not an ordinary person. Since Hux avoided everything and was mainly responsible for facing the camera and the microphone, he naturally took the spotlight like a duck in water. The reporters followed suit and put a halo around him, "a young and promising Watson-like figure", "who complements Detective He", "who is both a master and an assistant, indispensable", and "who is also a great detective".

Yinghe Town is far away from Shouzhou, but there are so many Shouzhou people in the town that they form a street. There was a grand champion in Shouzhou. Three years of floods, three years of drought, and twenty years of drought. Rich families sold their fields, while poor families sold their sons and sons! It is said that it is not suitable to serve as an official in Anhui Province, as doing so will bring misfortune. Before Cao Cao came out, he kept using swords and guns for sixty years. Not only did Bo County suffer, but even Mengde's entire family died. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang appeared. Except for Ma Niangniang who enjoyed glory and wealth, most Fengyang people were unable to live in peace for many years. Later, it was this Sun Zhuangyuan who joined in the fun, who seemed to have wiped out all the "earth energy" at once, and made the people of Shouzhou even more miserable. The family has been unable to produce food for years, and the family has tens of thousands of dollars without harvesting any grain, and cannot make a single penny a day.

Wu Ji felt that his life was like a guest. The beat generation in America always said that they lived "on the road." Wu Ji is Chinese. He doesn't know what it feels like to be "on the road" and he doesn't want to know what it feels like. Wu Ji lived in the late 1990s in China in the 20th century, and he always felt that he was living in a "half-bottled" society. Wu Ji originally had a career, and it was an enviable but never lonely career for most Chinese people. Wu Ji graduated from the Beijing Broadcasting Institute, the highest institution of radio and television in China. It is really not surprising that Wu Ji was assigned to work in a provincial TV station after graduation. What is incomprehensible and even puzzling is that after Wu Ji worked at the provincial TV station for five full years, he quietly disappeared - he disappeared without anyone noticing for a relatively long period of time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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