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The winter in Wuhan is not only cold, but also humid. Even if you turn the air conditioner to the maximum setting, you can't resist the slightest chill. In an office in Building 2 of Optics Valley Base, Qi Xia was wearing three sweaters, her hands shivering in her long sleeves. "Brother Cat, I've decided on a name for the readers' meeting. It's called 'Code 27', which not only means that there are 27 people attending the party, but also creates a sense of mystery." "Yes." A certain cat nodded slightly, deeply. He is in his late thirties, tall and thin, taciturn, and has an expressionless face as if he had been given too much Botox. This kind of cool uncle style is very attractive to some little girls, and the new Qi Xia admires him very much and always hangs around him.

Guo Wei became a new Weibo celebrity thanks to a micro-movie called "Aphasia". When the number of fans reached seven figures, he began to realize that making short films could become a career. So, after getting a master's degree in bridge engineering, Guo Wei gave up the good job recommended by his instructor, used the money he earned from "Aphasia" to buy professional camera equipment, and began to independently produce short documentaries on urban themes. Of course, he also shot some soft advertising videos and released them online. Guo Wei is very satisfied with this kind of working status. He has free time and can earn a lot of money due to his interest.

Ksitigarbha has thirty-two incarnations, but I only see Asura. The villa stood like a monster in the dark night. The violent rain beat on the ground, covering up all sounds, including the sound of digging. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning rips apart the night sky, and only then can one vaguely catch a glimpse of the shadow of a shovel waving under the flower trees in the dense forest. He pounded the soil tightly, holding the shovel and gasping for air. The rain in front of him flowed from the brim of the poncho, forming a rain curtain, and even his vision was blurred. "In a few months, weeds will grow here and flowers will bloom," he said. Then, he turned around and left, dragging the shovel. As the rain washed away, the loose soil turned into mud and flowed everywhere, revealing the transparent plastic sheet under the soil, and also revealing the faces of the deceased under the plastic sheet.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind started to blow again. Dust flew over his head and towards his face, and the goggles were quickly covered with a thick layer, and his vision was almost completely blocked. When the wind first picked up, the detector made a whining cry. Li Nuo and Tang Yong quickly put the shovels on their shoulders, turned around and rushed into the yard. Even so, his vision was quickly blocked by dust, and his vision was blurry. He could only rely on the chirp of the detector to identify the direction. Dust falls on you like rain and enters your lungs with your breath. Li Nuo grabbed an oxygen mask and put it on his face, coughing and dragging Tang Yong with him.

The thunderstorm of the Solitary Buddha was so powerful that it seemed to shatter the whole world. In a remote temple in Zhongzhou, Fuyao, a young monk opened his eyes in shock, and his lips kept trembling. Looking at the deep eyes of the Solitary Buddha in front of him, the young monk heard the ethereal and erratic voice again. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and dug his nails into the flesh of his fingers. The pain failed to relieve the tight nerves of the young monk, and the picture seemed to be floating in front of his eyes. In the dark and gloomy cellar, surrounded by empty boxes, a man dressed as an official bodyguard leaned against the wall.

"He is the head of the research laboratory, and it was he who proposed the development of a new product, perfume, so he values ​​this work the most. "That day, or rather, he was very tired during that time. As I told you just now, due to his poor health and overwork, he made a mistake and mixed some weird stuff into the reagent, causing a poisonous gas. He collapsed, suffered a heart attack, and died before he was sent to the hospital. "I hope you can understand me. I don't believe that he will make mistakes in the research laboratory. He has been doing this for almost fifty years and has never made any mistakes. Therefore, I suspect that his death is not like what others told me." The client suddenly came to visit and talked incoherently for almost two hours before Shi Jun was sure what this man wanted.

August 8, 2012 The nursing home where Mary Green works is very close to the house where Edward and Dorethy used to live. When Edward drove to the nursing home, he would inevitably pass by their former "home". After only a few days of neglect, this small building full of life was covered with withering and decay. The ivy on the exterior wall and the roses in the garden looked like they were infected with insect diseases. The leaves were yellowing and the petals were withered, as if winter had come early. Dorece used to care most about these flowers and plants, treating them like pets.

That morning, Miko suddenly had a premonition that within this year, she would have to leave her home in Kamakura Zaimokuza for a period of time. It was not clear what the reason was, but in short, I suddenly had such a premonition. If this is the case, then we can only ask Jingzi to help manage this family. Himiko thought of her friend Kyoko Kadoda who lived nearby. Just then, the phone rang. Who is it? She thought this as she picked up the phone. The friend's friendly voice immediately came from the phone. "Ah, is it Ajiang? I haven't heard your voice for a long time." Himiko couldn't help but say. This person was Ryuue Wakayama, a particularly close friend of Himiko's for a period of time during her high school days. Originally, the nickname should be called A-long, but because she is a female, everyone took her jiang character and called her "A-jiang".

He was a little confused. The breath of life made him feel awkward, almost suffocating. This breath was blood red, carrying the beating of his heart and vibrating his pulse, which made him very uncomfortable. The curtains all around were closed. He was sitting on the sofa, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and international news was playing on the TV. In his opinion, the news today on August 7th seems to be no different from countless previous August 7ths. After the international news, the anchor reported a local news: a woman was killed in an apartment, and the murderer imitated "Jack the Ripper" while committing the crime.

They decided to go down the well at the end of the day. Before that, Guan Shanyue took the two detectives to Tianxiang Tower in the town for snacks, while Xiao Jianqing went to Chai Yaner's room. To his surprise, Liu Yunxiang was also there, chatting with Chai Yan'er who was lying on the bed.

In the dead of night, there was only a thin crescent moon hanging in the hazy night sky. The cold and weak light seemed unable to reach the ground. The earth was dark, so dark that it was impossible to see the surrounding scenery. This is an abandoned courtyard, and it must have been uninhabited for a long time. No one visits a place like this even during the day, let alone this time. But at this time, a little light appeared in the darkness, like a lonely firefly, moving slowly in the desolate yard. Although the firelight was weak, it illuminated the space within a few feet. The light source comes from a white candle, and the fingers holding the candle are even whiter. He is a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, followed by a girl of similar age. From the appearance, they look like a brother and sister. Their skin is fair and white, almost transparent, and you can even clearly see the purple blood veins under the skin.

In September, two policemen from the serious crime team came to Yao Ruozhi's house. As soon as they entered the house, they asked Yao Ruozhi if he knew a man named Fang Peng. Yao Ruozhi made them two cups of hot tea and worked in the kitchen for a while before coming out. She was preparing dinner, with soup simmering on the stove, and the aroma of radish and pork bone soup floated in the room. "I know him. He's my boyfriend." Yao Ruozhi stood by the coffee table and looked at the two policemen. Both of them are young, one is playing with a lighter, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are blurry, as if he is forced to endure a torturous addiction to cigarettes.

"────",, "Phew! Fortunately, I didn't oversit." I slowly walked towards the exit. The bag on my back attracted the attention of other passers-by, because it was five times the size of an ordinary bag. I put a lot of things in my giant bag, including laptops, hard drives full of anime, model dolls, the latest 3C products, daily necessities, snacks, etc. I even put a pot in it. I am not planning to escape, this is my lifestyle.

He Shuman walked up and down, holding a black high-heeled shoe with her left hand. The wound on her calf was still dripping blood. The wound was mixed with dirty mud, which was painful and itchy. There were probably ants hidden in the mud, and they were carrying her blood and flesh out bit by bit. Her hair hadn't been washed for more than a week, and the newly permed wavy curls had long been tangled together, leaving no trace of her sexy and charming appearance. Not to mention the light pink lace nightgown she was wearing. The soft fabric was splattered with blood. The skirt that originally reached her knees could only cover her butt. The torn lace on the skirt was floating in the wind.

There seemed to be ethereal music in the distance, and Fu Nianyu stared straight into the darkness at the end of the long street outside the door. Suddenly, a shout came from behind: "Nian Yu, Nian Yu! Hurry, someone has stolen the pill!" Mrs. Fu Niu Zhiying's scream was like a giant hammer that shattered Fu Nianyu's confusion. He immediately rushed home and followed his wife to the backyard. There is a century-old locust tree in the backyard. Fu Nianyu opened his eyes wide. Crouching on the branch of an ancient locust tree was a man wearing a black cloak. The black cloak covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of green eyes staring at Fu Nianyu.

The bloody invitation was a huge black rock that lay across my mind. It was filled with long and complicated characters. Those characters were as red as blood. They moved closer together and gradually became a person's face! The red face pierces the memory, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! "Ah, no!" A man with a beard on his face and a bloody suit shouted in his sleep and woke up. He opened his eyes and saw two unfamiliar faces in front of him. "Where is this? Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much!" The man in blood-clothed clothes said, covering his head. There was a wound about three inches downward on the left side of his forehead. There was a white gauze wrapped around the wound. The gauze had been dyed crimson, and the bleeding had stopped now.

There was no one on the road late at night except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The light from the street lights was pale and yellow, and the shadows of the sycamore trees were reflected on the vine-covered wall at the entrance of the alley. The shadows flowed down like water and gradually merged with the pool of blood on the ground. There was a man sitting on the ground, holding a young woman covered in blood. Her blood was stained on his white shirt. The man's eyes were dull as he watched the woman close her eyes in his arms... Five years later. T city. The originally peaceful seaside town became a popular tourist destination overnight with the popularity of a documentary on Republic of China architecture shot here, with people from all over the country flocking here. Even the most famous university in the provincial capital, T University, also lost its tranquility.

Lin Yabo got out of the car, leaned back into the car, pulled out the luggage from the back seat, and threw it at his feet. Then he raised his head and looked at the building not far away. It was a pure white small building that looked particularly abrupt under the cover of the mountains of green trees. Lin Yabo shook his head, feeling helpless. He really couldn't understand how someone with such a lively and active personality like Yu Jie could stay in such a remote place. But in fact, Yu Jie was not only able to stay, but she was also unwilling to go down the mountain. She originally made an appointment with Lin Yabo, and when Lin Yabo took his annual leave, the two of them would travel together. But when Lin Yabo called her after taking annual leave, she said on the phone that she couldn't go down the mountain recently. Yu Jie told Lin Yabo on the phone that an old man she was taking care of in the private nursing home where she worked was sick.

A young man was walking on the road in the middle of the night when a cold wind blew from the ground. The young man wrapped himself tightly in his coat and put his hands under his armpits to keep warm. He continued walking for about twenty minutes, then suddenly stopped. It was not his intention to stop on the night road, but he could not go any further. Everyone should not worry. This young man was not so unlucky that he was robbed of his money by robbers on his way home in the middle of the night just after receiving his salary. It was not because there was something wrong with his body, or because his feet suddenly lost the power to move forward. It was because this was a narrow path that could only allow one person to pass.

When the curtain opened and the helicopter landed on the island, all seven people on the island were dead. The rich man stepped off the helicopter, came to the body that exuded a stench, and lit a cigar. He began to direct five or six strong men to dig a big pit, which must be big enough to bury seven corpses. The young and beautiful woman also got off the helicopter. She cried and complained to the rich man: "You killed them! You murderer!" The rich man smiled crookedly, "You are wrong! I didn't kill anyone, I just provided a venue for the murder show." "How could you..." Before the woman could finish her words, someone pushed her down the newly dug pit... In the woman's hysterical screams, the ending song played, and the credits began to roll on the screen.

I don't know what year or month, what state or county. There is a mountain outside the city. There is a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. There is an old man in the temple. The temple had been deserted for a long time, overgrown with weeds and dusty cobwebs, and some birds and beasts had built nests in it. When people pass by nearby, they will be alarmed by the rustling sound in the grass. If they turn around, they will find a pair of bright eyes on the furry head staring at them. On a dark blue night, many people have seen a snow-white fox squatting on the ridge of the hall, looking up at the moon, motionless.

Sister Qianli, I'm glad to receive your email. I heard that there was a night frost at home. Although it is already April, it should still be very cold over there, right? The work in the mountains must not be easy either. Grandma's neuralgia doesn't matter, right? When the temperature rises, the magnolia trees will bloom. In the kitchen, Chiho Tomonari was sitting at the dining table typing on her laptop. Although she has gradually started touch typing, her input speed is still not fast. She tapped the keyboard with her fingertips, and she seemed to see the painting-like beauty of her hometown in the mountains before her eyes. It was really nostalgic. Clear spring water flows out of the valley and forms a small river, which then flows to the farmland along the coast. Irrigation has not started yet at this time, and the black soil must be full of green wheat fields. There are farmers in twos and threes scattered around the farmland, and tall Xinyi trees can be seen everywhere. As soon as April arrives, the pure white flowers on the trees begin to bloom.

After running for who knows how long, we finally slowed down and looked back. There was no trace of the monsters at the bottom of the lake. We seemed to be getting rid of them. I leaned against the big tree in exhaustion to catch my breath. After a while, I simply sat down to rest. Only then did my legs feel sore and weak. Ah Yue and Ah Quan also followed me to find a place to sit down. After a while, Ah Quan broke the silence and asked, "What's going on?" "We were at the bottom of the lake and saw a monster. It was probably what you call the Holy Lake Monster. It had green skin and a body like a soaked corpse. We were scared to death, but luckily we ran fast, otherwise we couldn't beat them. There must be at least a hundred of them." Ah Yue rolled her eyes, stood up immediately, and took off the diving equipment she was still wearing.

Wu Wu put on the new skirt she just bought yesterday, a bright yellow floral skirt. She got on her bicycle and rode for more than 40 minutes to the Pinghu Playground where she had made an appointment with An Qi. This is an abandoned amusement park, and Angel said this is the most suitable location. Wu Wu pushed the bicycle in, bypassing the carousel, the abandoned fountain, passing through the bumper car field, passing the rotating coffee cup and the Dumbo that creaked in the wind, she came to the lake and saw Angel. An Qi was also wearing a new set of clothes that she had never seen before. The shirt on her upper body was a bit too big, and her shoulders fell loosely on her arms. She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, exposing her fair arms. She was wearing sky blue jeans, the hem of her shirt was tucked into her waistband, and she had a fashionable belt around her waist. Wu Wu had seen this belt on An Qi's mother. Angel put on makeup, eyeliner, eyebrows and lipstick. She looks a lot like her sassy mother.

As we were preparing to return to the village, we encountered the ghosts hitting the wall described in the diary in the woods, and were also chased by the undead Japanese soldiers. When we were desperate, the crisis was resolved at dawn. Back in the village, the village chief's temptations kept pressing us, and we never dared to be careless. After the welcoming ceremony, the mysterious water ceremony was about to be unveiled... The cold wind in the morning was blowing on the earth, and the sky was not bright yet, but the villagers had already gathered at the entrance of the village to prepare for today's water burial ceremony. A Liang is still tasked with monitoring us and follows the three of us.

Ah Quan's voice was as cold as a piece of ice, gently sliding behind my ears, making me shiver. I looked at Ah Quan, and his gaze was directed towards the faint green light source. "Let's go." I said to Ah Yue, pulling him with me towards the nunnery Ah Quan mentioned. Ah Yue changed her previous attitude of agreement and now saw that something was wrong. He held my sleeve with his backhand, stopped and asked me: "How can it be that kind of light? Boss, I feel that this place is not very innocent."

Xia Qing took her mobile phone and flipped through the bibliography line by line. She was really embarrassed to admit that she had written these herself. If anyone knew that the heir to Xia's Pharmaceuticals, one of the four major financial groups, liked to turn on the computer and write pornographic articles every day, their stock would probably fall. Qinggang City is not a big city, but it has famous mountains at its back. Therefore, during the summer vacation season, many ladies, gentlemen and migratory birds gather here to chat and spend the summer. Now Xia Qing was trapped in a high-society gathering banquet. Elegant and profound topics were discussed all around her. She was the only one using her mobile phone to surf the Internet and read pornographic articles she had written.

Looking at the words on the file in front of me, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The closer I got to my destination, the more uncertain and uneasy I felt. "There is a temple hidden in the mountains. It lies down during the day and comes out at night. The people in the temple eat bones, so it is called Shigu Temple." This is recorded in "Ghost Chronicles". "Temple" refers to a temple, an ancient temple with a bell tower hidden in the mountains, but it exudes a strong magical atmosphere. It is said that a group of ghost monks who spit out blood-red tongues and feed on bones live there, which is the destination of our journey. After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure out a clue. I habitually fiddle with the rosary beads between my fingers. The clicking sound can help me stabilize my mood. This rosary was given to me by my grandma before she died. After wearing it, I unknowingly imitated her fiddle with the beads. I simply didn't think about it anymore, rolled up the torn files, packed them up and walked out of the low cabin to get some air.

"It's called Yiting because of Yiweiting." On the upper floor of a tofu shop in Weiting Town, Taicang Prefecture, Suzhou Prefecture, Ming Dynasty, Zhang Taizheng was carefully applying paste on a piece of yellow mounting paper, preparing to repair the window paper that was broken by yesterday's heavy rain, and suddenly said. The girl sitting at the end of the table, who was throwing tofu fruit into her mouth, opened her eyes wide and said in surprise: "Hey, how do you know? Brother Tai, are you really good at counting?" Zhang Tai still brushed the paste and said without looking back: "You... The two people walking downstairs just now were saying, "Why is it called Yiting when it's obviously Weiting?" You stopped talking. I guess you must have been wondering why this place has two names."

A lama came from the east side of the Broken Bridge and met a swordsman from the west. The swordsman was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat. In broad daylight, he drew his sword towards the lama. The sword was three feet and six inches long, as thin as a piece of paper and as bright as the silver moon. The lama used his fists and fought with the swordsman for hundreds of times, but was defeated by the sword's power and retreated steadily. The swordsman pursued the victory and cut off the lama's head with one sword. The bright yellow lama's hat fell to the ground, and the naked lama's head fell into the moat. The swordsman spat on his sword, sheathed it, and strode towards the west.

After my new neighbor stayed up all night to finish the manuscript, I slept for 9 hours that day, and it was already evening when I woke up. As soon as I drank a large glass of cold water, I heard a knock on the door. As soon as the door opened, the courier man smiled bitterly at me and said, "You live in a very remote area. You can't find anyone even if you ask for directions in this area!" Behind him stood a cardboard box as tall as a person. I skipped the unpacking and inspection process and quickly signed the order. As soon as the courier's car started, I put down the carton and dismembered it on the spot.

It took me 5 minutes to tidy up the room, and then I planned to leave. There was nothing extra in the room, except for a table and a chair, a painting on the wall, and a clock. My task is to move the painting to the right, place the table and chairs against the wall, and then set the clock's hour hand to 6 o'clock. In fact, it doesn't even take a minute to complete this, but I don't believe the task will be that simple. Before actually starting, I should check the drawings on my hand repeatedly to make sure they are correct before starting. This simple task means so much to me.

Zhuojian Villa is located somewhere in the Dabie Mountains. It is built according to the mountains and has a very magnificent momentum. The owner of the village, Shangguan Jiuxiong, once used the seven-foot green sword in his hand to meet countless famous people from all over the country, without any defeat. Just when Shangguan Jiuxiong's reputation was at its peak, he unexpectedly built the Sword Cooking Villa in the Dabie Mountains and lived like a hermit. However, although Shangguan Jiuxiong retired, he was still involved in the affairs of the world. Every year at the end of autumn, the owner of the Sword Cooking Villa would post an invitation to some famous figures in the martial arts to come to the villa to cook swords and discuss the Tao. On this day, there were two guests sitting in the red sandalwood chairs in the reception room of Zhuojian Villa. One was a young detective in his twenties, and the other was a man in his thirties who was wearing a sword. Opposite them, the owner of the village, Shangguan Jiuxiong, was sitting upright. He was about fifty years old, with a red face and a long beard, and bright eyes, which vaguely showed his all-powerful demeanor in the past.

When my mentor Lao Wu called, I was helping Guo Wei pack his luggage for Shanghai, and this phone call suddenly put me in a state of joy and anxiety. "How's it going? What did Lao Wu say?" Guo Wei looked over and asked. I shook my head: "I was summoned anyway, but my life or death is still uncertain." What we were talking about was my graduation thesis. The reality is that if my supervisor Wu Lianqing refuses to sign the thesis, I will not be able to participate in the subsequent defense, and it will naturally be impossible to obtain a master's degree.

Many years later, Li Si still remembered the dark green drizzle that morning. This is a southern water town called Juan in Guiyun Prefecture. Li Si opened the window of the water pavilion, and a light yellow letter was swaying in the wind. This letter was the strangest letter Lis had ever seen. A bunch of grapes are painted on the light yellow letter surface. The grapes are as transparent as pure pearls. More than fifty grapes are closely arranged at the end of the stem. The grape in the middle of the stem shows a unique red color, as thick as blood. Twenty-six words were written randomly on more than fifty grapes. Li Si pieced the twenty-six words into words: Far away in the world, looking at you. Thinking of the breeze can remember the beautiful woman.

"Tell me what you saw when you went in." "Blood... A lot of blood..." "Is there blood?" "Yes!" "Why did you shoot at the suspect." "... He is not a human... He is not a human..." "Please tell us, why did you shoot at the suspect? "I said he is not a human being! He is a monster! A monster!" Li Zhen is crazy because of a case that has been in the archives for seventeen years. This case almost made him a cripple. Now that I think about it, if I hadn't gone out of my way to tell Li Zhen about the case that day, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened to Li Zhen, right? Liao Juan couldn't figure out why everything had evolved to this point.

Sunday, July 15, 11:30 AML City's highway leading to the suburbs Even at noon in the summer, there is no heat at all on both sides of the highway leading to the city. Only the chirping of cicadas from all directions reminds that it is still midsummer. As a forensic scientist in the Criminal Division of L City Public Security Bureau, working overtime on weekends meant that something bad had happened. Yin Qin was sitting in the police car driving out of the city, her heart churning. After all, L City has always been very peaceful, and only goes to work on holidays about once a year and a half. Yin Qin observed the road conditions through the car window. Outside the highway guardrail, the uninterrupted sparse woods will give people a strong sense of déjà vu. The occasional chirping of cicadas also made Yin Qin feel anxious. On a road that seemed to repeat itself endlessly, a bright warning tape suddenly appeared in the distance.

After making a short film together within a week, Du Li naturally became Guo Wei's partner, and the two began to show off as a studio. Speaking of the twists and turns of the last cooperation, Du Li called it "sharing weal and woe", but Guo Wei would disapprovingly say, "You just helped a little." At such times, Shen Xi would often come over and mutter, "Without me, you wouldn't be able to do that." As soon as Shen Xi opened his mouth, the world would be united, and Guo Wei and Du Li would obediently agree. They are now living under someone else's roof and living in Shen's mother's vacant apartment. It seems to be a natural thing to be courteous to Shen Xi, even if the rent has never been less than a cent and a half.

My original name was Tongluo. When my parents chose the name, they hoped that the baby would be loud and loud throughout his life. However, when I was six years old, I had a high fever and could no longer make a sound. I was sold to the Kuang Mansion and worked as a servant for more than 20 years. They all called me dumb gong. Although I couldn't speak, my heart was brighter than anyone else's. The Kuang family has a lot of land and deals in medicinal materials. It controls the transportation of supplies from south to north in the province. It is one of the top wealthy families in the area. There have been wars outside these years, and the situation is not as good as before, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the appearance of the Kuang family is not inferior to the dignity at all.

Embarrassing truth or beautiful falsehood, which one do you choose? Lost Nick Hancock was sitting in the reception room of the Fifth District Police Station. The detective opposite looked very embarrassed. "Mr. Hancock, with all due respect, we can't open a case." "My daughter has been kidnapped." "Mr. Hancock, I understand your feelings, but the thing happened in Westminster Town. That place is too special. We can't interfere. What's more, it is your territory, isn't it?" The policeman had a flattering smile on his lips.

The cat is "2.6 Pounds," the female veterinarian announced as she lifted an approximately two-month-old cat from the scale. The cat half-closed its eyes and made a low meow. This pet hospital located on the banks of the Bruce River received an uninvited guest in the afternoon. Two young subway drivers broke into the hospital carrying supermarket shopping bags and grabbed the cat they found at the station. "Poor little thing," one of the drivers fanned his sweaty head, "What do you think of the name Mint?" "No, no, it should be called Cheese. If I'm not mistaken, it's a male cat, right?" The companion didn't seem to agree. "It needs a cuter name. I knew at first sight that it had to be called Cheese."

At nine forty in the evening, off-peak time, the subway passed through the black hole and stopped in front of Fang Zimo. Fang Zimo hesitated a little, took one foot out, but stopped. The subway Olympic Station is only two stops away from the starting point. The carriage is sparsely populated, and a young man and woman are making out as if no one else is watching. Fang Zimo felt that this kind of place was not suitable for him to spend the last five minutes of his life. The phone rang at this time, and the sweet voice reminded him: You have a text message. The sender is Ding Zhicheng. Fang Zimo hesitated for a moment, held the phone in his hand, and the moment the car door closed, he slipped through the crack in the door. In order to stay away from the couple, Fang Zimo shrank to a corner of the car, found a seat and sat down, and slid open the screen lock on his phone.

Night train This train station is far away from the city and is located in the wilderness. Grass grows on both sides of the track, and you can see the dark mountains when you look up. The station was empty and the draft was howling. I shrank my head and tightened my collar, and followed the large group of people through the ticket gate and corridor, up and down several stairs, and finally boarded the train. The warmth suddenly enveloped my frozen body. I continued to move forward intermittently with the team, and was blocked by people carrying bags from time to time. When I walked to the end of the carriage, the ticket in my palm matched the berth. I breathed a sigh of relief, took off my backpack and threw it on the berth, and threw myself on it.

It was the 146th year of the Great Dynasty and the thirty-second year of Hongyun. Hongyun was the reign name of the current great emperor Shi Dezong. The previous generations of Shi Dezong experienced three political dynasties, namely the founding emperor Shi Taizu, Shi Hezong and Shi Dezong. In the tenth year of Shihe Zong, the Three Kings Rebellion occurred in Da Shi, which shook the foundation of the dynasty. The rebellion lasted for six years, and the three kings were finally wiped out. However, it also damaged the national destiny and national strength of Da Shi. Since then, external and internal troubles have continued. After Shi Dezong came to the throne, he vigorously promoted benevolent government, and the world showed a state of recovery. The people gradually settled down and maintained their families. In the sixteenth year of Shi Dezong's reign, he fell seriously ill and became weak after the illness. He immediately appointed the emperor's second son Zhou You as the crown prince.

Something seemed to be floating on the water. The water flow is only five or six meters wide, flowing quietly and slowly going south. The thing on the water did not go upstream or push forward, but just drifted quietly in the middle of the water with the current. That thing was not a leaf or an empty bottle, it was much larger. It is about two meters long and half a meter wide. It is dark blue all over. There is a clump of black at the end in the direction of the forward direction. It floats with the water like seaweed. "Report, the target mentioned in the alarm was found. I am now at Seigenin Bridge, and the thing is floating downstream along the water. I will make a further report later." Ichida was nervously communicating with the police station. That thing flowing down the river is a human being. It was a man wearing a dark blue sportswear suit, with his hands stretched out in front of him, lying face down on the water. What first looked like seaweed was his hair.

When I first stayed at the Chengxi Hotel in 1999, it was not as famous as it is now. At that time, it was adjacent to the county's first nightclub, Arabian Nights, on the left side, and on the right side was an adult products store with a curtained door. The neon sign of the Chengxi Hotel was hung on the second floor. Stepping in through a narrow glass door, dim lights swayed in the small hall. Three or two painters wearing wide-leg jeans gathered around the front desk, shouting at a tall and thin man: "How is the new wife? Is she beautiful?" The man nodded stiffly: "Yes, she is also beautiful."

"In the end, these green mountains will remember our warmth, and the winter wind will send our thoughts to us in the spring. I hope Matsumoto Shota-kun can live happily in that unknown place to us." After reading this paragraph, the priest in a black coat closed the Bible that was barely used in his hand. He sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and ran to the small SUV parked on the roadside of the mountain. "Thank you all for coming today. Now please follow the car down the mountain. Lunch is ready." A boy who looked like a high school student waved to everyone and shouted loudly, his voice becoming a little confused in the strong wind that blew from time to time. The crowd was bustling and dispersed wider. They each walked towards their cars, and the originally solemn atmosphere became lively.

At 11:15 in the morning, the train slowly pulled into Liqiao Station. Under the guidance of the conductor, the passengers got off the train in an orderly manner and came to the bank of the Tone River. Take a ferry here called "Denma-bune" and cross the river to Nakata Station, where the train bound for Utsunomiya is waiting. Kasahara Masayuki didn't want to get out of the car for a long time. He didn't know when he would be able to ride again after getting off the bus this time. He even felt that this was the first and possibly the last time he would be able to ride a train. The train consists of several wooden four-wheel carriages and is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Kasahara got on the train from Ueno Station and sat in the lower compartment.

"I know what you have done." Xu Lin looked up from the photo album and said with cold eyes and murderous intent. She works as a real estate agent in Poly Building, responsible for maintaining the daily operations above the 30th floor. Her job is very easy. After cleaning the public areas before 10:30, she is basically idle. Therefore, she always runs to me when she has nothing to do, grabs the computer from me to fight zombies, is obsessed with all kinds of handsome men and celebrities, gossips about the privacy of the residents in the building, etc. I'm really annoyed with this guy, but there's nothing I can do about it, because she's my landlord.

When Zhang Jing arrived at the scene, Zheng Yuxiu was playing cards with a man in glasses. Two grown men were sitting cross-legged on the ground playing kitten fishing. When they saw Zhang Jing coming over, Zheng Yuxiu waved his hand happily: "Officer Zhang, come on, come on, the three of us can fight the landlord!" Three minutes later, he was kicked back to the police car to write a self-examination, and he almost cried in the car holding his notebook: "Anyway, all the suspects have escaped. By the time you guys come, What can we do without playing cards?" Zhang Jing calmly closed the door of the police car and asked the black-rimmed glasses next to him: "Wang Jingran, when did the person run away?" "It took a long time, and the tea was cold." The water was drugged, and when I woke up, the entire factory was empty - Comrade Zheng Yuxiu only woke up after I kicked him twice. "