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One day in February of the lunar calendar in 1939, the early morning in Chizhuang was as usual, the dark sky was surprisingly quiet, and the cold wind of early spring was blowing like a knife. After the rooster crows over and over again, the sky gradually gets brighter, the sun shines cold light revealing her round and sad face, and the villagers start a new day of business again. As soon as Mr. Chi walked to the edge of the field with the bowl in hand, he heard all the dogs from far and near barking wildly. He subconsciously raised his head and looked forward, and was immediately frightened out of his wits - a group of people was driving over on the dirt road in front of the village, with a plaster flag waving in front of the group. Ah! Japs! The devil is coming! The Japs have entered the village! The village was full of screams, ghosts crying, wolves howling, and the villagers were hiding and fleeing like frightened birds. There were chickens and dogs jumping everywhere.

The story must be full of drama, but I am afraid that the case I experienced this time did not have too much drama. On the contrary, finding the murderer in a dull and boring situation is the reality that most police officers must face. I don't want to make the killing and the arrest of the criminal so bizarre, I just want to retell this simple story exactly as it is, and retell the ordinary case-handling experience of a young policeman like me - of course, this is the first criminal case I took over after coming to Baima Police Station. It was July last year. The Sichuan woman who used to guard the public toilets near the Baima bus station disappeared. It was her daughter who was less than 10 years old who came to report the case.

The rain is cold, almost freezing. She woke up from her coma, but there was only blood in front of her eyes. She couldn't see anything. Just now she could hear the faint cry of the child, but now there was only the sound of rain. She struggled to move her body, feeling that the last trace of heat in her body was about to disappear with the ice rain. Want to cry? She covered her face, but there were no tears. That guy killed her baby just as much as he killed her. "I would like to ask you to help me find someone." The scissors in Cai Du's hand trembled, and he almost cut off the entire candle wick. The candle flame suddenly flickered convulsively. The girl's face, illuminated by the candlelight, also flickered and faded, taking on an unnatural bluish-white color.

A yellow taxi stopped at Dunhua South Road. Gao Zhiheng often got off the taxi before his destination due to his professional habit. He had just turned twenty-seven and was already a small leader. Three years ago, he graduated from college and was spotted by the intelligence and security department because of his excellent academic performance. After a year of intensive training, he entered the door of the "Taipei Social Work Association" and engaged in the special profession of monitoring various industries in society. When he came to "Yingying Restaurant", a faint tenderness surged through his body. But my little lover Meidi was not in the store at this time. The girl named Mei Di is a prostitute, only fifteen years old, from Taoyuan County. After her parents died, she followed her uncle to Taipei. Due to family difficulties, he was forced to drop out of school and became a prostitute. During a police "anti-pornography" operation, Gao Zhiheng protected her.

Gao Ling is a well-known writer in this city. She is good at writing about emotions and supernatural beings. Women always have unique feelings about these two types of subjects. When Gao Ling writes during the day, she is always moved to tears by her emotional stories; at night, she is frightened out of her mind by the horror novels she writes. However, recently she has fallen into a dilemma regarding her subject matter, and she feels that she may have exhausted her talent as a gangster. When she was frustrated, she called her boyfriend Liu Chun and told her all kinds of dissatisfaction. Liu Chun is the editorial assistant of the Provincial Evening News, 600 kilometers away from her. When Liu Chun received the call, he subconsciously looked at the time. At this time, it was already ten past midnight. Liu Chun listened to Gao Ling's words quietly and comforted: "Don't take it to heart. Inspiration is not forced, you need to rest.

One of the fighting cocks raised by the prefect died. The person who died was "Zhui Feng", a veteran who had made great military exploits for the prefect. Now that it is old and can no longer run fast, the prefect raised it in a chicken coop and shifted the focus of training to other rising stars. Unexpectedly, Zhui Feng died suddenly. As soon as the news was received, the prefect was so angry that he stamped his feet. Zhui Feng did not die of illness, but his neck was completely broken. His head was tilted backward limply, and his originally bright eyes had lost their luster, like two dull wooden beads. "Obviously someone did it on purpose!"

The ninth page of the Tuesday special issue of "Reference News" reported on March 26, 2002: At about 6 a. M. On March 20, a large number of inspection personnel from Taiwan's "High Prosecutor's Office" divided into three groups and simultaneously raided the head office of Taiwan's "Next Weekly", Qiu Yu Printing Factory, which prints the magazine, and the residence of the magazine's reporter Xie Zhongliang. The reason is: "Next Weekly", which will be published on the same day, will report in detail on the "Fengtian Project" and "Dangyang Project" of the National Security Bureau based on the "extremely confidential" materials provided by Liu Guanjun, the former cashier team leader of the National Security Bureau who is on the run. It will reveal the shady story of the authorities setting up secret funds to support intelligence activities and engaging in "money diplomacy" since 1994.

Ling Nianfeng died in a car accident. Hao Qin never expected that Ling Nianfeng would die like this. They were classmates in junior high school. Ling Nianfeng is now a big boss with assets exceeding 100 million, while Hao Qin is the deputy captain of the Xiuhu County Criminal Police Team. Both of them can be regarded as respectable people. At the inauguration ceremony of Yuanda Company's new factory half a year ago, the two had a very happy conversation. Hao Qin also hoped that his cousin would work in Ling Nianfeng's company after graduating from college. He didn't expect that things would turn out like this. That day, Hao Qin happened to drive by the scene. The scene at the scene left Hao Qin stunned. This is a winding mountain road, with a slope on the left and a stone wall cut out during construction on the right. Ling Nianfeng's Mercedes-Benz was stuck against the stone wall beside the road, turning into a pile of charred remains.

On the winter solstice in the 21st year of the Republic of China, in a village called Mahong on the edge of the Central Plains, the daughter-in-law of Mr. He, an old wealthy man, gave birth to a boy with a round head and a round head. On the day when the boy was full moon, Boss He held a banquet in the ancestral hall. All ninety-nine households in the village, totaling 508 people, were invited. Before the banquet started, people lined up in a long queue, carrying various gifts in their arms, including dates, sausages, chickens and ducks, and more often tiger head hats and embroidered shoes. Elders who are related to the He family can gently touch the boy with their hands, and the rest draw a semicircular arc with their hands toward the sky in front of him, and then clasp their hands together to express blessings. In front of all the villagers, Mr. He gave the boy a nickname: "He Wukui" and asked his husband to write it into the family tree on the spot.

The moonlight was dim, and the wild forests outside Chang'an City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, were all shrouded in gloomy black mist. A glowing white lantern shuttled through the thick ink-like night, and finally entered a dark ancient temple. This is a dragon temple that has been abandoned for many years. The young man who entered with the light of day went straight to the end of the hall, which was surrounded by drafts, and stared blankly at the murals on the wall. In the center of the ancient mural is a green dragon. Although most of its color has peeled off, it still looks majestic. Under the jumping candlelight, it seems to be breaking through the wall and flying out. The young man was so mesmerized by the sight that he actually took out a shining golden wolf hair and started tracing along the lines of the dragon on the painting. "What's so interesting about a broken painting on the wall?" A cold snort suddenly came from the corner.

The sound of police sirens broke the tranquility of this small village built on the river. Half of the people in Xiaohou Village, a village of more than 300 people, gathered in front of an old brick-clad four-room house close to the river embankment. People were whispering to each other and talking a lot. "This boy deserves to die! Not counting gambling, he often beats his wife to death. It's a pity that his wife, who suffered so much, went with him." An old man with some gray hair whispered. Although the voice was small, it resonated with many people present and nodded, "And that poor child, who is usually pitiful, has become an orphan at the age of twelve." "Hey! Second Uncle Su, you are Su Tian's not-so-distant brother. From now on, his children will all depend on you."

A car drove out of City A quickly and came to the most famous cherry blossom forest outside the city. Then it stopped. Then, a young man and woman walked down with their arms around each other. The man's name was Zhang Hongbing. He liked to pick up girls online. When he met the one he liked, he would take her to the cherry blossom forest outside the city to have a fling. Today was no exception. Since he had not been happy for several days, Zhang Hongbing was a little impatient and wanted to take off the girl's clothes as soon as he got off the car. However, as vehicles passed by them from time to time, their headlights were always shining on them, and some drivers even deliberately honked their horns. The girl was a little embarrassed, so she took Zhang Hongbing's hand and walked deep into the cherry blossom forest. When the car lights could no longer illuminate them, the girl turned around, hugged Zhang Hongbing tightly, and the two shared a long passionate kiss.

In early December 1949, somewhere in Shaanxi, Colonel Wei Deman, director of the Communications and Liaison Office of the Pangzhang Corps, the direct affiliated force of the northwest king of the Kuomintang, Hu Zongnan, received a secret message from the Secret Bureau of Taiwan's "Ministry of Defense": "The strategic shift of the Supervisory Corps must be carried out on December 15. Entering the Burmese jungle today, only success is allowed, no failure is allowed. Anyone who violates this action will be killed! From now on, activate W14..." At this time, Chiang Kai-shek was defeated. In order to preserve the effective strength of the anti-communist army, he ordered the strategic shift of the Pang Zhang Corps with all-American equipment. This is another large group trying to escape abroad after the Li Mi Corps fled into Myanmar not long ago. Raising an army for a thousand days can be spent in just one moment. After Weideman accepted the important task, he couldn't help being happy. The committee members and the chief minister all stared at him with hopeful eyes.

When Lin Cheng looked back from the train, he saw the dark muzzle of "Thousand Hands Xu" pointed directly between his eyebrows. In an instant, the blood all over his body froze, and his mind went blank. He only had one thought: "Thousand-Armed Xu" is really powerful, and I still didn't run away! "Six forty-two... Forty-three... Forty-four... Forty-five..." Lin Cheng leaned leisurely on his seat, closed his eyes, and silently counted the time in his heart. If you frequently raise your wrist to look at the watch, after three or five times, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of Lao Xu opposite him. He will quickly analyze the reason why he is particularly interested in time, increase his vigilance, and cause subsequent plans to fail. Although this guy looks lazy and tired now, he is the most experienced escort expert in the Municipal National Security Bureau, known as "Thousand-Hand Xu".

Zhao Wenbo is a famous cultural relic appraisal expert from the Red City Cultural Relics Research Institute. He was playing Go with his father-in-law Liang Zhenguo that day when his wife Liang Lili suddenly ran over with her mobile phone. "Dad, your phone number, someone from your company said they have something important to ask you!" Liang Lili said anxiously. Alas, I can't get rid of the mundane things in the business world. I originally wanted to play a game of chess with my son-in-law, so I gave my cell phone to my daughter for safekeeping, but unexpectedly, my subordinates found it. Liang Zhenguo sighed and took the phone. But as soon as Liang Zhenguo answered the call, he realized that the matter was unusual: a trading company in City H once owed Liang Zhenguo 3 million yuan in debt. Recently, their company was short of funds and planned to use a Han Dynasty pottery figurine in his collection to offset the 3 million yuan!

I declare to you that what I have written down is a true story. It comes from declassified archives in Germany and France, the works of Günter Grass, Jean Genet, Thomas Mann, Carl Getaf Jung and others, as well as relevant newspapers at the time and the texts of some scholars. I hope to establish some kind of "real" contract with you. Establish a minimum trust in truth. Of course, due to my game nature or other reasons, this article will contain a bit of fantasy and fiction. I promise you it will be very few and within a controllable range.

Late one night in the summer of the 10th year of Emperor Daoguang's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Linming (now Panjin, Liaoning), a small town in western Liaoning, was shrouded in violent wind and rain. It was late at night, and a woman's heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from the backyard of Yuxingzhai, a time-honored antique shop on the main street of the county town: "Master, you are cruel, you left, leaving us orphans and widows, how will we live in the future!" The crying woman was none other than the wife of Liu Fengtong, the owner of Yufuxing, Fan Shiniang, nicknamed "Sai Yuji". Speaking of Liu Fengtong, the boss of Yufuxing, he was a very important figure in Linming County at that time. Liu Fengtong's grandfather, Liu Yisan, was an editor of the Imperial Academy during the Qianlong and Jiaqing years. He participated in the editor-in-chief of "Sikuquanshu". He was talented and knowledgeable. He later died of a terminal illness in the capital.

Priest Lan Xuan was meditating. This is an era of war and chaos, and even a yellow sand fishing village next to the East China Sea is filled with the atmosphere of war. Dong Jiajun killed Qinchuan and replaced Zhang Jiajun as the local emperor of this salty land. The warlords' melee was like a housewife bargaining for apples. You never know who will let go in the next second. The fishing village is called Ge Village. Some people say that a man named Ge took root here. Others say that countless ancient sunken Ges were unearthed from under the sea sand. Gecun is just like its name, dark and dull.

The subway is bustling with people. This is rush hour. If we want to compare a city to a woman, Seoul, South Korea, is a woman who is calm on the outside and unrestrained on the inside, while New York is a changeable girl who is unwilling to be restrained, sexy and coquettish. In Han Yidong's eyes, the appearance of New York never repeats itself. Han Yidong is an international student from South Korea. After graduating from his undergraduate degree, he came to New York to study biology at Lutheran University and pursue a master's degree. Every morning, he takes Metro Line 2 to school; in the evening, after having dinner at school, if there is no test request for an extension, he takes the same line at eight o'clock to return to his rented apartment.

Shen Xiulan was awakened by a phone call at 1:43 in the morning. In that second, she thought it was a call from her husband Wu Jingtai, and she still complained a little, but she still picked up the phone: "Hello -" "Are you a family member of Wu Jingtai?" The voice on the phone was calm and majestic, and she could tell that it was a person who was used to giving orders. "Yes, I am Wu Jingtai's wife Shen Xiulan. What can I do?" Shen Xiulan felt a little nervous for some reason. She instinctively felt that this call was by no means a boring harassing call. This strange voice might bring her some disturbing news. "I am Ye Cheng from the Criminal Police Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. We need to verify something with you. Where is your address? We will send a car to pick you up."

On the first bank holiday in May, the office was particularly quiet, and Rick took his assistant Mr. Hal to the open-air market. The old detective planned to match the antique table in the living room with a slightly shorter decorative stool - the current table looks too serious, it should be paired with such a stool and a bouquet of flowers... It would be perfect! Assistant Hal is a handsome young man with light blond hair. "Hal, you should take a look at this. It imitates the product of the Bourbon period, but the color is a bit old. If we buy it back, the renovation may be a big expense. What do you think? Hal? Hal, are you listening..." Hal's eyes stayed on the stall next to him.

Rumor has it that the ministry is going to dispatch 800 police officers from the north to come to Yindu to crack down on ticket speculation! This news was like a thunderbolt for Ye Mengqi, director of Yindu Railway Station of Yindu Railway Bureau. But the thunderbolt only rang out in mid-air and then disappeared. Ni Siyuan, a special correspondent for the Yindu Railway Bureau of a major news organization in the capital, learned during an interview with Zhu Yi, director of the Yindu Railway Public Security Department, that Ye Mengqi usually sells a lot of tickets to various ticket offices, and passengers queue up at the station but cannot buy tickets. In Ni Siyuan's mind, setting up more ticket sales points so that passengers can buy tickets as soon as they go out is a measure that is convenient for the masses and is a practice promoted by the ministry. But Zhu Yizhi said that they sent a large number of tickets to various sales outlets to sell them, just to charge an extra 5 yuan in booking fees for each ticket.

In Chongqing in August, the sun is blazing and the heat is unbearable. It's another Monday. It wasn't even 9 o'clock that morning, and the sweltering heat was already spreading, leaving people with no place to hide. The invitations issued by Nanshan Villa were delivered to the guests a few days in advance. They changed the usual practice and the time was scheduled for Monday. This in itself seemed to indicate that this was an extraordinary gathering. The host of the party is quite distinguished. The guests who receive the invitation are unwilling or even dare not refuse the invitation even if something big happens. You will only know if it is a good thing or a bad thing after you go there. Otherwise, you will see your legs muddy! Guan Fang, the female owner of Fangze Beauty Salon, went to the store to explain a few words, and then hurriedly drove Bai's small Alto straight to Nanshan Villa.

The night was thick, except for rows of retrograde street lights, the forest beside the road was hidden in darkness, and a certain uneasy fear spread. There was rhythmic music in the car. Ian held the steering wheel with both hands and occasionally sang in harmony with the music. He looked at the GPS navigation on his phone and saw that it would take about half an hour to reach the nearest town. Ian touched it and found that the coffee cup was empty. He was a little sleepy and yawned, but then the phone rang. Putting on the headphones, there was a loud and noisy sound coming from the other end.

Li Chengan works in a computer company as a small white-collar worker. After paying the mortgage every month, he has very little money left. Fortunately, his wife, Stefanie Liu, also works as a toll collector at a vegetable market, and they have no children. The couple has been able to live a pretty good life by planning carefully. In the evening of this day, Li Chengan got off work first and watched live football in his bedroom. This is a game between the city's strong team Garson and another famous domestic football team. The two teams were fighting fiercely when their cell phones suddenly rang. It was a text message ringtone. Li Chengan opened it and saw a few simple words on it: one into one, two into two, three into three, return to zero. What does this mean? He knew that there were a lot of scam text messages out there, and the weirder they were, the harder it was to reply and they had to be deleted.

Warm sunshine poured in from the window and shone on Chan Xiaojuan's sleepy eyes. She woke up from the comfortable big bed, yawned, stretched, and shouted: "Husband..." Chan Xiaojuan's husband, Tang Zhengtian, was wearing an apron and making breakfast in the kitchen when he heard the shout. Sheng hurriedly ran into the bedroom and said lovingly: "Xiaojuan, I'm making breakfast, please sleep a little longer. After breakfast later, I will accompany you for a walk in the countryside to relax." Recently, Xiaojuan has been very busy studying abroad, and now everything is finally done. Looking at her husband wearing an apron, Chan Xiaojuan felt infinite warmth in her heart. Thinking that she would be going abroad in a few days, she felt infinite reluctance in her heart. April is a good time for an outing.

What do we get in lies? Is it possible trust, relief from punishment, or is it to blend oneself into the majority? --Al Adams, "Suspicion and Trust" Pan Lin was dreaming before he was awakened by a knock on the door. He dreamed of a melon field with many huge watermelons rolling slowly in front of him. The whole dream was hazy, like an underexposed black and white photo, but those huge watermelons were all in color, so green, so attractive. In the dream, Pan Lin did not forget to look around. After confirming that no one was there, Pan Lin hugged the largest watermelon. It was at this time that the knock on the door rang.

On Tongshan Mountain, more than 50 kilometers away from Changshui City, there is an old-fashioned three-story western-style building built in the 1940s. The original owner was a British missionary named Joseph. Later, he suddenly died of a sudden illness. The secret service took a fancy to this western-style building, so they planned to occupy it and make it their home base. From then on, the beautiful mansion became a living hell on earth. Every day, people were arrested but never released. I heard that they were tortured to death by the spies, and even their bodies were fed to vicious wolves. After the liberation, people found a large number of bones in the basement of the western-style building... Because part of the structure of the western-style building was severely damaged during the liberation, it was abandoned and unused. Later, two mountain residents on their way stayed there for the night. In the middle of the night, they suddenly heard the screams of ghosts in the western-style building. They were so frightened that they fled in panic.

The sun's shadow is slanting westward. A red Chery QQ drove outside the gate of University L. The driver was a man in his early thirties, with eyes as bright as lightning and a high-spirited look. His name is Huo Qixia, a criminal police officer from the L City Criminal Police Detachment. At this time, as soon as he stopped the car, a girl came towards him. The girl was less than twenty years old. She had big eyes, a pointed nose, and was extremely beautiful, but her expression was a bit cold. The girl walked up to the car and asked with a smile: "Officer Huo, let me drive?" "Do you have a driver's license?" Huo Qixia asked. The girl smiled sweetly: "No." "How is that possible?"

There has been water mist in Guiyun Prefecture for seven or eight consecutive days. The haze and smoke made people feel uncomfortable. Ever since Li Si left Huan Town, he always felt that he was still in the dreamland of Gutan Village. Sometimes my mind goes blank, and sometimes familiar and unfamiliar faces appear, and I witness the faces bursting and cracking, completely annihilated in front of my eyes. Wu Wen watched Li Si getting depressed day by day and felt anxious, but he couldn't think of a good way to relieve himself. On this day, he arrived at Jinxi County, which borders Guiyun Prefecture and Jinzhou. As soon as he settled in an inn, Li Si could not find Wu Wen.

On New Year's Day, Cai Yu, director of the Linquan County Narcotics Control Office and political commissar of the Linquan County Public Security Bureau, was on duty when he suddenly received an emergency call. The caller to Cai Yu was none other than Gao Lin, a policeman from the Anti-Narcotics Brigade's Investigation Squadron: "Report to Political Commissar Cai that we found a bag of drugs when we were inspecting a bus." Cai Yu stood up and asked quickly: "Has the suspect been identified?" "Not yet." Gao Lin answered. At around eight o'clock in the morning, Gao Lin led his team members to the Guanmiao Town section of Provincial Highway 102 for routine inspection. While inspecting the long-distance bus from Linquan to Tianjin, the police found a huge package of methamphetamine hidden in a black women's backpack on the luggage rack. When the police asked who the owner of the bag was, no one answered.

This story may have started at a drinking party. Ma Da was first awakened by Madonna's chewing sound. He subconsciously kicked her and Madonna ran away with a "meow". Ma Da persuaded himself under the towel to sleep a little longer, just ten minutes. After a while, Madonna jumped on the bed again and licked Motor's face a few times with her soft and moist tongue. Now Ma Da understood Madonna's protest. He had not given the star a feast for more than a day. He struggled to get up, but his mind was spinning, and the smell of fermented alcohol in his nostrils made him feel like vomiting. Ma Da went into the kitchen and struggled to open a can of spiced catfish with a screwdriver. His hand slipped and the sharp screwdriver pricked his thumb.

In the late 1950s, Taiwan's Kuomintang Air Force stepped up its high-altitude reconnaissance of the mainland. Based on its "global strategy", the United States began to provide U-2 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft to Taiwan. The Taiwan Air Force thus formed the "35th Squadron", which was affiliated to the Intelligence Agency of the Kuomintang Air Force Headquarters. The U-2 aircraft has a maximum flight speed of 800 kilometers per hour, a maximum range of 7,000 kilometers, an endurance of up to 9 hours, and a practical ceiling of 22,870 meters. The aircraft is equipped with advanced systems such as reconnaissance, night flight, electronic countermeasures, and electromagnetic wave detection. Photos can be taken at an altitude of 20,000 meters, with a lateral range of 150 miles for interpretation. The Kuomintang Air Force called the deep flight of the U-2 aircraft "Operation Penetrating the Curtain". The following are thrilling stories that happened in the hinterland of the motherland 40 years ago.

In this story, the protagonist's name is Daniel Flynn. He thought so too. So, for the convenience of narration, I will affectionately call him Daniel. It was Monday morning when Daniel received the job. The coffee shop across from the Fortune Building on New York's West Side was packed. It was 7:30 in the morning, and white-collar workers were all scrambling to buy a cup of Rocky Coffee. This kind of coffee has a more fragrant aroma and better taste than Starbucks. Moreover, it seems to contain more caffeine. After a sip, you feel refreshed and the blood in your body flows like gasoline in a racing engine.

On the 19th day of the sixth lunar month in the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China (1938), a covered carriage came running on the official road leading to Qingyan Temple in Beizhen. The handlebar waved the whip in his hand and kept shouting at the big green horse driving. At the other end of the carriage, a handsome girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting, and behind the carriage, followed closely by a bay-red horse. The man on the horse is in his thirties, wearing silk and satin, with eagle eyes and a hooked nose. He has a haircut with a pot helmet and is carrying a box of cannons. He looks very proud of himself. This man is Liu Wang, the gunner of Taohua Tuniu Jiahuoyuan in the southernmost part of Beizhen. The Niu family is second to none in the local area, and it is true: "When we arrived in Liao and Henan, everyone's surname was Niu; the palaces were filled with gold, and the wealth was as high as that of princes." The carriage was galloping forward, and the curtain of the carriage was opened by a delicate hand, and then a beautiful face was revealed.

The season is already late autumn, with a few white clouds hanging in the blue sky, and a few weak chirping of cicadas coming from the distant woods. Looking around, there is no harvest scene on the vast land. On the official road from Fengtian to Cangzhou, three big horses galloped past, raising clouds of dust and leaving behind the rapid sound of hoofbeats all the way. The sun was setting in the west, and the three horses couldn't help but slow down. The three strong men on horseback unbuttoned their breasts and felt a cool breeze blowing through them, making their whole bodies feel refreshed. A narrow-faced man on the side wiped the sweat from his face while complaining to the round-faced man in the middle: "Envoy Matt, who is this Huang Shihai, so that Master Yuan is so impressed that we come all the way to invite him? I think the few Japanese and German foreign warriors in the military training department are very impressive. Is he more powerful than these foreigners?"

"I am not completely denying the law, but it is unquestionable that it has loopholes and is subject to limitations of one kind or another. There are some criminals who do evil things, but they are outside the scope of the law; there are also some criminals because the police have not been able to find evidence. It is impossible to convict them and let them go free; there are also criminals who are rich or powerful and use various connections to arrogantly act above the law. We, the God of justice, are the targets of punishment!"

Midsummer. A bathing beach on the seaside. Under a sun umbrella, detectives Li Weidong and Song Hongxu of the Haibin City Criminal Investigation Brigade, dressed in casual clothes, were talking and looking at the crowd around them with the corner of their eyes. The two of them had been ordered to stay here for more than ten days, but the cunning prey never appeared. A few days ago, the Haibin City Public Security Bureau received a report that someone was quietly selling ecstasy pills in prosperous areas such as seaside bathing beaches. Previously, Lao Xia, a senior police officer in Haibin City, mysteriously disappeared after being ordered to beat up a gangster organization that manufactured ecstasy pills. Soon after, Lao Xia's wife Yao Sufen was also mysteriously kidnapped, and her whereabouts are still unknown. This case is rare in the country and alarmed the Provincial Public Security Department. The provincial department instructed the Haibin Municipal Bureau to destroy the underworld gangs that manufacture ecstasy within two months.

Hei Qunzi really received his retribution. He tripped over the tree stubble that he had cut down with his own hands, and was stabbed into his right eye by the tree stubble that he had cut down with his own hands. That was miserable - the whole right eye was bloody and bloody, and blood foam gurgled out like a spring. The pain made the black group howl like killing pigs and roll all over the ground. The surrounding armed militiamen quickly gathered around him, and health workers from the Sixth Border Defense Company bandaged him on the spot.

Continental Mining is a state-owned enterprise with an annual output of tens of thousands of tons of coal. It is located at the west end of Hongqi Lake. Between Jinxiu Forest Farm and Jiangjun Mountain, there is almost a hundred miles of desolate shantytowns. Towering coal gangue is distributed around the mining area. In the years when the coal mine was operating well, there were long lines of cars transporting raw coal in and out of the mining area gate. If you want to apply for a job as a worker in the coal mining team, you have to use the back door to make your wish come true. Liu Chuandai is the deputy chief of the mine's technology unit and is in charge of the underground mining technology of the four coal mining teams. He follows the coal miners down the well every ten days and a half to check safety conditions and production data.

On May 1, 1943, an inexplicable theft occurred in an old and unobtrusive small bungalow in Lane 135, Lin'an Road, Shanghai. Since the stolen goods were a "Special Secret Kill Order" signed by Dai Li, the head of the Kuomintang's Military Control Bureau and submitted to Chiang Kai-shek for approval, the case became a particularly important case that alerted Dai Li in Chongqing and Zhou Fohai, a traitor who was an important position in the Wang Puppet Government at the time... ...This is a famous road located in the center of downtown Shanghai. It was built as early as 1865 and belongs to the French Concession. It was originally called Gongguan Road. In 1907, it was renamed Julaida Road by the Ministry of Industry of the French Concession. In 1913, it was changed to Kaizir Road. After the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Japanese invaders fully occupied Shanghai and changed its name to Lin'an Road.

When Zuo Dong woke up, he heard the continuous rain outside the window, and his heart sank again. He lay lazily on the bed, looking at the ceiling with slightly open eyes. There seemed to be a little more dust on the ceiling, and it looked neither black nor white, like an unwashed face. It rained for five consecutive days, which not only made the air humid, but also made the town where he lived sparse tourists, making the folk inn he opened even more deserted. The phone automatically chimed the time. It was now nine o'clock in the morning. Zuo Dong raised his arm and put it on his forehead, thinking about whether to get up later.

Tongjie's online name is Daojia. Manchu, ancestral in Shenyang, now lives in Guangzhou, an ancient city in the south of Lingnan. I have been ignorant and lazy since childhood, and have not sought to make progress. For thirty-two years now, I still have no idea of ​​righteousness. I am only obsessed with understanding the wonders of heaven and man, exploring the subtleties of the past and the present, appraising gluttonous food, and showing off my naivety. I often look for people and inadvertently turn around and try to get rid of the old ruts, but everything goes against my expectations. I look around at a loss. I just write words with a shy face, trying to survive, that's it! Representative work: "The Taotie Lady". The Xijiang River has run across several provinces since ancient times, and its water system connects Guangdong and Guangxi. People along its banks have lived by the water, and it has a long history.

Cousins ​​and cousins, both capable men and heroes in Gumei Village, fought over a piece of mountain land to find out the ins and outs of love and grudges, uncovered a murder case that had been hidden for six years, and staged a dangerous and treacherous human tragedy... Today is Mo Shaokui's happiest day, because the cooperation project that has been negotiated for nearly two months-Gumeishan Antimony Smelting Plant has finally officially signed a cooperation agreement. Speaking of which, this was purely a coincidence. Two months ago, Mo Shaokui, the owner of the mine in Gumeishan, overheard a driver pulling ore say that the boss of a large company in the provincial capital was very optimistic about the market for antimony materials and was planning to invest in the mine and jointly build an antimony smelting plant with the mine owner. Of course, Mo Shaokui would not miss this business information.

At noon, under the poisonous sun, a long funeral procession slowly marched on the streets of Hejian Fucheng. White flags were hung high, mournful music was blaring, and the large, heavy black cypress coffin was particularly eye-catching. Suddenly, an old man with white beard and hair riding a donkey blocked the way. He easily climbed off the donkey's back, stretched out his arms, and stood in front of the team. Everyone was shocked. The family members of the General Military Mansion came forward and were about to ask, but the old man had already spoken in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Report to your master quickly. The person in the coffin is still alive. Please open the coffin quickly and allow me to save him."

One day in late June 1949, Zhong Jian, the director of the Investigation Division of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau, who was handling a case in a suburban county, suddenly received an emergency notice, ordering him to rush back to the bureau to accept an important task. Without saying a word, Zhong Jian quickly jumped into an American jeep and rushed back to the city bureau at lightning speed. In the office, Deputy Director Yang Fan looked at Zhong Jian who was sweating profusely and panting, and said straight to the point: "Put down what you are doing and do your best to solve the case." As he said that, he pushed a telegram in front of him. Zhong Jian picked it up and took a look. The telegram was from the Shanghai Municipal Military Administration Commission, numbered "Shanghai Military Management [49] 008." The telegram read: "This is Comrade Li Jing'an (also known as Li Bai) who was sent to the Shanghai underground party by the Yan'an Party Central Committee in the winter of 1937. His whereabouts are unknown, and special investigation will be carried out. Relevant clues will be sent to a special person."

Inside Xuanhe Hall, there was silence. A tall figure lingered, his eyes wandering between the carved pillars. At this time, a short man wearing a gray-blue robe hurriedly walked into the hall. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Xu family in Qiantang County has... Been on fire." He was panting. "What?" The emperor looked horrified. "Have you found out who did it?" "No." The setting sun shone in a few faint rays of light through the windows of the main hall. The emperor walked to the chair and sat down, and calm returned to the palace. After a long time, the emperor stood up slowly, looking very nervous, and asked: "Sun Qi, did you not lose anything?" "Probably not. There is no news from Mr. Xu." Sun Qi said. "You should go to Lin'an..."

Tojo Steel Factory is located in the industrial zone next to Wugu Interchange, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters. It is a company that supplies steel frames for most buildings in the greater Taipei area. In addition to iron sand, the main raw materials of the steel factory also purchase abandoned foreign ships, disassemble the steel plates, re-melt them into cast iron, and process them into stainless steel raw materials. It can be said that it is a large factory with assets worth billions. The iron-clad factory building that is usually noisy today had its rolling iron doors closed, and the factory area was quiet, with no workers at all. The factory guard opened the iron door, letting only a few police cars in, and then closed it.

Dim lights, smelly work shed. Several heads formed a circle, with a deck of playing cards in the middle of the circle, and a pile of crumpled food stamps in front of each person. Of course, there are more and less. In this circle of people, the innermost one is a young man. His childish face is like the rising crescent moon, and his slender fingers are like ten tender onions. His eyes were a little red, but the pupils were still shining. There were already piles of food stamps in front of him. This is the eighteen-year-old Yao Jianyun. The only thing that makes him feel mature is the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The choking smoke from the cigarette is constantly hovering over people's heads. "One hundred!" Shouted a bald man from across the street. This is full of shouting, no one dares to shout anymore. The bald man grabbed the six playing cards on the bed and threw them hard.

Li Si and his group of seven came to Shifang Mountain for their own purposes, but two people died one after another before they entered the inner mountain. The remaining five people successfully entered Xingtian City in the inner mountain. Unexpectedly, at the sacrament feast, the ancient clan leader died suddenly, and Li Si and others were arrested... Amu walked out of the cold star palace in a silver-white cloak. The Seventh City has gathered a team to escort the Holy Maiden, a total of fourteen people, with Vulture, Bansi, Yunyan and attendants at the front. Later came a small sedan with a red and blue cap and two bearers. Behind them are four ancient warriors carrying a stone bell weighing 500 kilograms.