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Many people don't know that I was once mute, because my talk in class would never let anyone know that I was speechless. But I was indeed mute, before I was sixteen. Since birth, my vocal cords have been disabled due to a congenital disease. Although my ears can hear, my mouth cannot speak. After I turned sixteen, a sudden change made me suddenly able to speak. No one can tell the reason yet. Only my grandma must have known something. After all, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to go to Huaimang Village, and it would have been completely impossible for me to see the animal called "Er Fox".

On September 15th, the five members of the Snow-clothed Sect successfully arrived at the Yuhua Palace located at Baiyun Peak in Kunlun Mountain. In front of Yuhua Palace, there were more than 300 white steps. Even though she was good at Qinggong, Shang Xueqixiang was so tired that she was dripping with sweat. She wiped her sweat and looked up to see the pavilions and pavilions shrouded in clouds and mist. She couldn't help but be stunned. "The jade flowers in the northern territory are as ethereal as immortals, and the butterfly flowers in the southern territory are as quiet as dreams." Bai Muyi still had a long breath and a chic expression. He closed the folding fan and pointed at the towering Yuhua Palace in front of him: "The Yuhua Palace and the Butterfly Flower Sect have always been the holy places that people in the martial arts dream of. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that the poem written by the young man is true. The Yuhua Palace is built against the mountain, and it is so ingenious that it is amazing."

"When there were only five people left in the world, they started killing each other. The most shameless one among them lived to the end." The case of the girl's dismemberment that caused a lot of discussion in the society was successfully solved. Takero Ito returned to his hometown without calling his parents in advance. His home was in a small town on the outskirts of Kyoto, and he had to change trains twice and take a bus before arriving. When his mother saw him, she was so excited that she couldn't speak, and her eyes immediately turned red. After his father came back from the carpentry shop, he saw Ito sitting in the living room talking to his mother. His lips moved up and down a few times, and he said to him in an old and hoarse voice: "You're back." It was the voice of a middle-aged man without any characteristics, and his words were not twisted at all, even a little stiff.

The Qingzhou Ancient Road has undergone hundreds of years of vicissitudes, and the roadside is covered with dead leaves. A cold wind blew, and the leaves drifted to the depths of the black ancient road. Gradually, a donkey cart came from the depths. The donkey was so thin that it was only skin and bones, with its head drooped and lifeless. The donkey cart was slow, and a man was following behind the cart. His long hair blocked half of his face, but you could still see a ferocious green tire mark from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. There was a long, strange-shaped bundle on his back. Every time the man took a step, the bundle would bump slightly, as if it had become a part of the man. The cold wind came with dead leaves and blew open the curtain of the donkey cart. The face of a woman in her thirties was revealed behind the curtain, with a haggard expression. Beside her was a four-foot red coffin. There was a slight chill in the Red Hall, and the woman couldn't help but tremble, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Xiao Xiaoyan did not bring an umbrella when she went out. In order to escape a rain shower, she became the last person to rush to the "money locker". After drinking half a glass of punishing gin, Xiao Xiaoyan nestled into the corner of the couch and buried herself in playing mobile games. The bad news three days ago didn't seem to affect other people's interest in having fun at all. They continued to have fun and make noise. This was an unshakable old friends' meeting every Friday night. "Hey! Are you here to play with your mobile phone?" A man with glasses whose eyes were red from drinking shouted at Xiao Xiaoyan. Xiao Xiaoyan put away her cell phone without saying a word, leaned over to pick up the fullest wine glass on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. The others immediately noticed Xiao Xiaoyan's bad mood, winked at each other, and the party continued. Xiao Xiaoyan was drinking unmixed spirits, her taste buds were numb. She looked at the room full of people and couldn't help but think of the party a week ago.

One sunny afternoon at the end of June, after a long day's work, I got off my carriage in Portman Square and walked to my friend's house in Baker Street. He was not at home, but the landlady said he would come back for afternoon tea, so I sat down and waited for him. I was not the only visitor that afternoon, for I found a business card left on the table, with the words "Mark Pringle, Manager, Kendi Tea Importing Company, Block A, 37 T-Street, Abbey" printed in gold letters. On the back was also printed the words "This shop relies only on the quality of its products for promotion", with a sentence added in pencil below: "If you have an urgent need, please come and visit us another day."

At 2:25 in the morning, although the air conditioner in the standard room had been turned on to 15 degrees, sweat was still falling from my forehead and back one by one. My hands were shaking constantly as I held the four-petal begonia flower mouth bowl with yellow and green glaze. I glanced sideways at the man sitting under the floor lamp, who looked to be only in his mid-twenties. She obviously had a face that was more delicate than that of a woman, but it was expressionless, as cold as an iceberg, and the strong muscles glowed with a bronze luster under the light. But I'm really not in the mood to appreciate it now, because I'm holding a fatal thing in my hand. I carefully put the bowl on the bed, pulled the fourth child over who was smoking, and whispered: "Are you crazy! Who is this person? Tell me, did the thing come from a dirty place?"

The winter in Chang'an is cold, and the wind is wrapped in fists and blows directly into people's faces. "Sir, you drank sixteen bottles and you haven't paid for the drink yet!" The waiter threw the towel over his shoulder and said loudly into the young guest's ear. Alas, another drunkard. Countless people come to Chang'an City to drink every day, but if they get drunk like this, eight out of ten people will go crazy. The remaining two are heartbroken. The waiter was considering whether to throw this kid out when he saw a girl running in out of the wind and snow, panting: "Excuse me, do you have anyone here -" Before she could finish her words, she saw a drunken boy on the table.

"I know there is little hope, but if one day you accidentally walk into this library and are lucky enough to turn this page, I will definitely be extremely grateful to fate. Do you know that I love you so much that I have to fly far away, so much that our promise can never be realized. I'm sorry, I just love you so much. Life or death is determined by God, please live well." Fang Nuo wrote this paragraph on the eyebrow and foot of the page with a pencil, and neatly signed his name. He forgot today's specific date, and looked at the newspaper next to him. Today was a "big cold". "No wonder it's so cold today." He said to himself and wrote the date at the end of the message.

At around 1 a. M., The lights went out in the Maigret Sheriff's Office. With his eyes swollen from fatigue, Maigret opened the door to the offices of Officers Lapointe and Bonfis. The two young police officers were on duty there. "Good evening, children," Maigret whispered to them. It was mid-November and it had been raining all day. As Maigret walked down the stairs with Sergeant Jeanvier, he felt the chill coming. It's like this every day at this time. As Sergeant Maigret walked across the yard, he asked Jeanvier: "Where should I take you?" "Any subway station, sir." At this time, a taxi called was waiting outside the gate of the police headquarters.

There is an old saying: When you think you can't be worse, believe that things will be worse. An Qing bought a watermelon, but it smelled bad when cut open, and the greengrocer refused to accept the payment. Then, her biological mother called and said that her parents' family did not have enough money to renovate her new house and buy a complete set of electrical appliances, and asked the unmarried couple to solve the problem themselves. Then, regardless of what time it was on the day of the week, the supervisor ordered her to quickly return to the unit to correct a set of erroneous data. Then she was hit by a car on the road, and had to go to the hospital first to deal with skin and flesh that were as split as pomegranate flowers, and a slightly cracked arm bone. Later, the supervisor told her that it didn't matter if she didn't come because the company had decided to fire her.

Female agent Zang Yang was lying flat on an interrogation table, holding half a piece of paper in her left hand and holding a gun in her right hand, with the muzzle pointing at her head. She raised her face, the surroundings were as silent as the empty universe, and she could clearly hear the beating drums in her temples. The gurgling flow of blood reminded her of the womb, a soft and safe place. At this time, she felt like she was lying in her mother's belly. Unfortunately, as the baby moves toward new life, she moves toward death. Just five seconds ago, when Zang Yang raised his gun, the noise outside the door quickly went through a process from loud to quiet. Cars roared past like beasts, and the whispers of colleagues fell like heavy rain... Five seconds later, when she was completely "immersed" in suicide, these sounds turned into the fading rock music played by the DJ, weakening little by little, until they disappeared into silence. Her left hand let go, and the paper flew down.

The spring rain continued. Under the tea shed next to the official road, a few people were drinking big bowls of hot tea, nibbling cold noodle cakes, and listening to the talk of the tea shed owner with great interest. "... We in Qixia have a lot of gold mines. Even if we pass it off as good and report more waste mines to the superiors, it is not difficult to conceal a mine pit. Today, Emperor Gao is far away, and we have been hiding it for more than a year. The gold we have greedily obtained must be tens of thousands of taels at least? If the gold nuggets dug out this time were not so amazing, I might have been able to hide it." Li Ji sat in a corner of the tea shed, listening to people gossiping. Ten days ago, he was appointed as the magistrate of Qixia County. When he was about to take office, he learned that a major gold case had been committed in Qixia: the county magistrate had embezzled gold for more than a year. When the superiors wanted to investigate, he committed suicide out of fear of guilt. However, less than 30% of the embezzled gold was recovered.

This is a story of no survivors, originating from an old incident that has been buried underground for twelve years. Zheng Yuan was holding a bottle of mineral water and standing in the corner where she was least likely to be noticed. She was at a class reunion and was trying her best to suppress her growing anxiety. More and more people were gathering in the private room, and none of the people Zheng Yuan was waiting for had arrived yet. Zheng Yuan anonymously convened this middle school class reunion on the alumni BBS, but she knew very well that if the people she wanted to meet did not come, this class reunion would be meaningless.

Kumushiji Temple is located on Mount Daruma on the outskirts of Zushi City, with the mountain behind it and the sea facing it. It has a history of six hundred years. When tourists pass through the red temple gate and climb the steps, they can see the simple Grand View Akashi Pagoda inside. The bottom circle of the tower has the inscriptions and inscriptions of calligraphers from past dynasties, while the tower has eight strong and powerful Chinese characters: "Observe the light at ease, and the empty flowers and quiet sky" are left. Behind it is another verse: "Think as usual, capture the illusory dust with your heart, and observe the nature of all dharmas. There is neither false nor true." Around the stone tower, plain white stone lanterns are lined up in the winding slope, showing solemnity. Fences made of crisp bamboo knots and tree segments decorate the cobbled paths, making them quiet and pleasant.

It was a twenty-four-bone paper umbrella with a colorful phoenix with long feathers painted on it. The drizzle wet the surface of the umbrella. The umbrella holder wore a pair of dark green embroidered shoes and wandered slowly under the Zhulan Jade Building in the capital. Zhang Ming was just a vegetable delivery man. He was walking on the stone bridge leading to the side gate of Zhu's Mansion while carrying heavy vegetables. Suddenly, he saw a person, a stunning beauty. The gentle breeze blew up the beauty's veil, and Zhang Ming saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, although the woman's face was self-satisfied and transparent. But that was indeed the most beautiful person Zhang Ming had ever seen in his life, because after that, Zhang Ming died. Zhang Ming felt that when he died, he seemed to smell the gentle fragrance of the woman.

My name is An Yamin, and I work for a biotechnology company. It is one of the top three pharmaceutical companies in the world. It has a production and R&D base in Donghai High-tech Industrial Park. Every year, the branch company sends employees with good performance and potential to the Boston headquarters for further training. Unexpectedly, in 2011, I was the only one selected. I was flattered, and at the same time I guessed that I was chosen because the higher-ups couldn't find a suitable candidate. Anyway, I was very happy. After completing all the formalities, I set off in a hurry. The first stop in the United States was San Francisco, because my aunt settled there. She was very enthusiastic and drove me around to eat, drink and have fun, and introduced American customs and people. After staying for three days, I said goodbye and transferred to Boston.

The interrogation lasted until late at night, and it was almost early in the morning before Tobirama had dinner. She took a few sips of ramen, turned over the information in front of her with chopsticks, and started reading with the corners of her lips curled up. "According to Chiba, there was no one in the house when he entered. When he went downstairs, he heard screaming and turned back. On the way, he was caught by the police who rushed up. After that, a strangled female body appeared in the house. The murder weapon was a telephone wire, and Chiba's fingerprints were also on it..." Tojama rolled his eyes and started thinking. "The screamer was a woman who lived with the deceased. She felt strange noises in her sleep and found the body when she woke up. According to the inference of the search lesson, Chiba did not know that the deceased lived with someone else. After killing the person, he hurried downstairs. Hearing the scream, he thought the person was not dead, so he turned back. He happened to be caught by the police."

When Liu Cheyi of the Western Han Dynasty was sunset, a funeral procession came to the lively town of Zhoukou. The group of people in white clothes and white trousers, playing music and playing music, carried a black lacquer coffin with a mouthful of gold ingots and a black lacquer coffin, and slowly came all the way to the busiest Sifang Street in the town. Passers-by saw this and avoided it. Some of them couldn't hide from the paper money scattered all over the sky. They even said it was unlucky and stamped their feet hard. The sky seemed to have darkened all of a sudden because of this. The golden sunset was hanging slanting over the mountain, but it was covered by thick low-pressure clouds in a blink of an eye. After a pause, I heard a sudden wind blowing in the alley. The wind blew the calligraphy paper on the shop facing me and rattled, and someone shouted: "The shop is closing!"

The weather in August is extremely hot. In the early morning of the 10th, the sea tide gradually receded, and the sea breeze carried a fishy smell. On a high ground a hundred meters in front of the beach, there is an isolated cement wall. The graffiti on the wall is colorful. At first glance, it looks like a Pioneer concert style. Seven or eight workers yawned and carried the iron barrels piled up like a hill. These barrels were piled up seven or eight levels, totaling more than fifty. The two workers put the iron barrels into the container in order, wiped the sweat from their faces and prepared to continue working. At this time, a worker who was continuing to carry the iron bucket by the wall shouted: "Here, help, there is something in this bucket." "There is something? Didn't it mean that it is all empty?" A worker said, "Isn't there some equipment that was not taken away?" "You will know if you open it and take a look." They opened the four catches on the lid of the bucket, but the lid did not move at all.

I can't forget, I can't forget, I can't forget your mistakes, I can't forget your goodness... I am listening to this song again. When I hear this melody, I think of the plane tree in your alley. Standing under the tree and looking through the flower wall, I can see the row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The window glass is always spotless. You are standing in front of the window, holding a book, white skirt, black hair, dimples on your cheeks... It all seems like yesterday. Shao Qi stood under the door number of No. 21 Siqing Road, looking at the unmarked courtyard behind the iron gate, the slide, seesaw, and swing under the wisteria flower trellis.

It's always night in downtown. People in brightly-colored clothes flooded into the streets, like fish swimming under the narrow night sky, with colorful and strange shapes, moving and spitting bubbles. As usual, I sat in Maoyu Restaurant in a daze. My name is Jin Lu, I am twenty-two years old, unemployed and homeless. There are only nights in Xiacheng District, at least for me, I sleep from morning to night and only eat one meal every day. "Maoyu" is a cheap Japanese food store. There is a giant pink lucky cat at the door, and the entire wall is covered with a circling golden dragon. I could only afford the cheapest sukiyaki noodles, and the lady boss gave me a bowl of miso soup. If she was in a good mood, there would be an egg in the soup. "Jin Sang, what are you thinking about when you look out the window?" I looked away.

"Tick!" A very clear voice fell in Old John's ears. He stretched out his little finger in disgust and plucked his ears. There is nothing in the ears. The sound was very much like raindrops, the kind that fall from the mouths of gargoyles on the eaves after a silent night of spring. Old John put down his tool box, walked to the window, and looked at the sky. It's a nice day! The blue sky, not a single cloud. That's really weird! The sound of raindrops started this morning. At that time, it was also cloudless. The window next to Old John was round and paneled with glass.

Anyone who has been bitten by a vampire will, without exception, join the night walk... His story More than ten years ago, not many teenagers of his age dared to make the same choice. Unlike other children, he has never shed tears due to pain such as injections since he can remember. He has an innate trust in the people in white around him, whether it is the smiles on their faces or the needles in their hands. He just lay on his back, as leisurely as sleeping in a boat. Only the dazzling lights that kept flashing could raise a slight ripple in his heart. Compared with his calmness, the stern-looking doctors and nurses around him seemed even more nervous.

It is said that this day is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and Zhu Gong and others are still watching lanterns and playing in Bianliang City. Since they were not fully entertained yesterday, Duke Zhu ordered everyone to enjoy the sights individually. Let's not mention the rest of the people for now, let's just talk about the work. Apart from his inquisitiveness when investigating cases, this man was usually taciturn and not very lively. As he walked, he arrived at a less crowded place. Wu Zuo was about to take a rest when he suddenly heard a jingle of rings behind him and the aroma was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but turn around and watch. I saw a young woman walking behind me. She was dressed in silk and satin, and she had all kinds of expensive jewelry on her head. She was very gorgeous. She also held a flower in her hand, which was so beautiful. When I looked at her face, I was even more amazed - this woman, no matter who looked at her, could be regarded as a first-class beauty. It would be vulgar to compare her with words such as sinking fish and falling wild goose, closing the moon and shying flowers.

"This is a story about one of my ancestors who was a county magistrate, and it is only passed down within my family. Unfortunately, the dynasty where Magistrate Zhu lived has been lost, and even his name has not been passed down. People only remember the exciting parts of these stories." The psychiatrist took a sip of tea and seemed to suddenly think As if he had something to say, he continued to say to his good friend Ji Lun, who was a historian, "By the way, everyone respectfully calls him - Mr. Zhu." Magistrate Zhu had just taken office. When he looked through the old case files, he suddenly felt that it was extraordinary when he saw such a murderous case. The case file said: Dongzhuang scholar was civilized, lived alone and very poor, and often borrowed money from neighbors to survive. On the morning of November 5th this year, I saw a male corpse in the cellar of my house and exclaimed. Neighbors heard the news and came and sent Wen Wenming to the county government.

The heavy rain suddenly came out from the thunder that suddenly hit the top of the mountain. In just a moment, the rain's feet occupied all the roads like thousands of troops, trapping the unsuspecting Xiao Zuo and others in a pavilion halfway up the mountain. "It's really unlucky!" Ding Meng echoed the two frowning female classmates depressingly, "To put it nicely, he is an intern doctor, but to put it bluntly, he is just an unpaid handyman. It's hard to take a break to breathe and breathe oxygen, but God doesn't like it! "It's true that the mountain boy has a childish face and can fall out faster than our head nurse..." Xiao Zuo took off his coat and squirted water with a nonchalant expression. Compared with the classmates who were complaining and chirping beside him, his calmness and silence seemed quite out of place.

The train rumbled, the dim yellow light shone on me, and the carriage smelled of urine and stinky feet. Outside the window is a dark wilderness. The wind blowing is refreshing and pleasant, but it also brings sand. The person opposite was sleeping heavily, snoring loudly, and a line of transparent saliva hung from the corner of his mouth. That familiar feeling is getting stronger and stronger. After the train turned into the countryside, the scenery on the roadside had a familiar feeling. These southern mountains have gentle curves and stretch endlessly, like gentle overlapping waves. The scent of straw carried by the wind seemed to have been smelled somewhere before.

Hey, stop it. --This sentence may actually blurt out. If that were the case, I would wake up my wife Fazi, and she would be very unhappy. In any case, Noriko was a light sleeper, and even the slightest sound of the newspaper being delivered in the morning could wake her up. Will she think I'm talking in my sleep? But I obviously never talk in my sleep. "Hey, stop it. Do you have to work even when you're dreaming?" Sasahara said with a wry smile in his dream. Now this is... Yes, now I must be in a dream. If I were in a dream, no matter how noisy I was, I wouldn't be able to wake him up. There are many kinds of dreams, and there are some dreams that you just want to wake up from. For example, dreaming about being with a cute girl like Shui Yueai in the shirt store, that is the bliss of cultivation.

At the beginning, Chen Shu faced a blood-stained wall. The dark red liquid looked like some kind of mollusc, winding from the wall to the milky white plush carpet, and finally gathered into countless sticky blood beads, which made people's scalp numb. Chen Shu could smell blood, and she couldn't help but think of scenes of flesh and blood from heavy American dramas popping up in her mind. The forensic doctor's sister and the doctor's fiancée obviously overestimated her tolerance for blood. She stretched out one hand to cover her mouth, unable to stop a burst of retching, and the other hand subconsciously grabbed the corner of her fiancé Gao Jun's clothes. Chen Shu looked around in shock. Lace and pink textiles could be seen everywhere, which matched perfectly with the beautiful woman in the crystal photo frame beside the bed. The European palace-style dressing table was filled with expensive perfumes and cosmetics - there was no doubt that a pampered "princess" lived here.

The phone was picked up as soon as it rang. The person who answered the phone listened in silence for three minutes and nodded: "I understand. I'll lend you the hound." "Hound? Hello, the name of the person in the hall who wants to be seconded is..." "100% Case detection rate, there is a pursuit for that terrorist organization. Paranoia after all, a keen sense of smell that will definitely bring back something if you throw a bone... What is it if it's not a hound?" The other end of the phone laughed: "Yes, that's him." When the transfer letter arrived at the office, Zhang Jing was lying on the long black sofa and taking a nap. Zheng Yuxiu came out of the director's office and threw the red-headed document directly on his face: "The superiors have seconded you to Beijing to participate in the investigation of an intentional injury case."

When Tsusaka Kuniyuki passed through the ticket gate of the private railway and arrived at the station square, he heard the siren of a patrol car coming from somewhere. However, the siren was only mixed with the noise of the street, and faintly reached his ears through the cool autumn wind. This was a sound he was used to hearing recently, and it didn't arouse any special feeling in his heart at all. Maybe it's because the sound is so far away. From the corridor of the station, I saw commuters rushing home. Like Tsusaka, I was used to hearing that sound. The flow of people still seemed very steady.

The dark moon kills people on a night, and the wind blows high and sets people on fire. The moonlight was hidden above the suburban cemetery, and a vague mist floated in the cemetery. This mist seems to gather the souls of the deceased, and like illusory snakes, shuttles between the raised tombs, looking for targets to devour. Wet traces slide across the cold cement tombstones, broken steps, tree trunks and grass leaves. The white-faced owl standing on the top of a dead branch heard the sound of trampling on the dead grass behind him. His eyes widened and he turned his head 180 degrees to look behind him. In the drifting mist, there were two hunched shadows with pickaxes on their shoulders, lurking in and out of the cemetery, flickering in and out.

In the dark and dry basement of Jianwen, a corpse was placed on the morgue. This is a male corpse, still wearing the purple official robe he wore when he died. Most of his body looks intact, except for the fact that his face is covered with a mask, which looks particularly weird. There were four people surrounding the morgue. Among them were Chu Fengyi, the leader of the Wind and Rain League, Liu Moqing, the deputy leader, Xiao Qing, the leader of Qinglong Tan of the Wind and Rain League, and Liu Zhongyong, the magistrate of Baili County in Youzhou. Seven days ago, the Fengyu League in Chang'an received an urgent report from the county magistrate of Baili County, saying that Zhu Xiangui, the Minister of Household Affairs, was suddenly assassinated in Baili County, and the death was strange. It was hoped that the Fengyu League could send someone to check what happened. When Chu Fengyi received the emergency report, her expression changed on the spot.

"There is a strange beast in Sichuan, which looks like a wild animal." Zhu Gong folded the scroll and asked the master next to him: "I have handled cases for a lifetime, and today I have to deal with cases of beasts?" The master held his hands and said: "My lord, the emperor is a sage, please temporarily visit Sichuan, I think I will return it." I have other intentions." Du Captou caught up and said, "Now that we are on our way, we don't have to worry about it anymore! When did you become so unhappy?" He slapped his horse and laughed loudly, "Since I have received the wrong love from the Holy One, I will work hard and do whatever it takes."

One day just after Yinshi, Mr. Zhu had just finished cleaning himself and was about to look through the files of the newly arrived yamen servants when he saw Wen Wenming, a clerk, coming to report in a panic: "Sir, it's not good! There has been a murder case!" Immediately afterwards, the master came in again covered in blood, and Mr. Zhu asked in shock: "Did you accidentally kill someone by mistake?" The master also realized at this time that he was not wearing enough clothes. When he was ready, he took off his robe and explained, "Don't panic, sir. There is another hidden reason for this matter." It turned out that it was early in the morning, and the master had just come out of the county government office and was about to buy some breakfast. Suddenly, he saw a woman with unkempt hair and a disheveled face, wearing a white pajamas full of blood stains. She rushed towards him while crawling on the ground, and grabbed the hem of his clothes, thus staining the master's clothes.

Monsters and ghosts actually exist. They exist within us, and sometimes, victory belongs to them. --Tennessee Williams "Help me!" A weak voice pierced Xiao Chusheng's eardrum, like a sharp sword striking through the air, instantly piercing his defenses. On the computer monitor was a post titled "Last Words." In the short ten hours since it was posted, the number of views had risen to more than 200,000. Xiao Chusheng felt his heart beat faster and broke into a cold sweat. The black fonts were like coagulated blood, which was particularly dazzling - and the blood was dull black. "... The game has begun. You have 24 hours to enjoy this pleasant process. The winner will receive praise, and the loser will rot forever..." There is a short sentence in the attachment of the post.

A stolen oil painting "Is this it?" Zhou Fan turned around and asked. As the client of this incident, Wang Anyi, the most famous art dealer in Xicheng, could only nod helplessly: "This is the video you asked to see last night." There was certainty in his tone, without the slightest hint of a victim. Wang Anyi is fifty-three years old this year. In China, he is considered an elderly person at this age. But if you didn't look at his gray hair, anyone would only think that he is only about forty years old. Wang Anyi is recognized as one of the most successful businessmen in Xicheng. The Xiyan Pavilion under his name has branches all over the world. The annual turnover is enough to make people respect the old man in front of them.

Those who rob, lure and sell, and those who share wealth and lose silk with friends in gambling will be raised in the great hell of heat and anger, and will be sent to the smaller hell of having their tongues pulled out and their cheeks pierced to suffer. Xiao Meng turned around the mountain col, and a manor with green tiles and white walls appeared in front of him. This was the famous Lengyue Villa in the martial arts world. Who doesn't know the four words "Leng Yue Seven Stars"? Their stories are spread everywhere in the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants. Even if you are not a martial artist, you still know that Ye Huanshan, Mr. Lengyue of Dahuang Mountain, is the best master in the world. His six apprentices are all over the world and dominate the world. Xiao Meng is the sixth disciple. He received an urgent letter from the fourth senior sister more than ten days ago: July 13th, Lengyue Villa. Earlier, Gu Su, the fourth disciple of Leng Yue Sect, "Fairy Qiqiao" went to southern Xinjiang for business. There was no news for a long time. Rumors spread that she was assassinated by the Five Poisons Sect.

He moved his fingers, and his knuckles became increasingly pale under the moonlight. After this action that was like an illusion, he was still lying there, lifeless. There was a knife stuck in his back. The style of the knife could be seen everywhere in the market. The sharp blade, unimpeded by the leather coat, thrust into his back abruptly and coldly. The blood soaked through the clothes and condensed into thin and fragile ice. The scene is quiet. Maybe only a second passed, or maybe an hour. His head began to rotate against the ground, moving slowly, like the minute hand of a wall clock. But he still spared no effort, and it seemed that he also understood that these might be the last few actions in his life.

In autumn, the wind is cold and the nights are as dark as ink. In the small garden dimly illuminated by sparse stars, the lights in the east ear room were still on, reflecting a motionless figure on the window paper. Outside the window, a person was pacing back and forth: "Do we really want to act as planned?" "Until it is verified, there is no other choice." The figure on the window paper moved and sighed. The person outside the window suddenly stopped and gritted his teeth: "Okay! If you don't do something small, your big plan will be ruined. You have to make a decisive decision." "This is a disaster... I just want to wrong you!" The person in the room sighed. "My lifelong philosophy lies in this. As long as this can be achieved, everything else is just a side detail. As long as you remember our agreement, I will die without regrets, otherwise life would be worse than death!" Said the person outside the window.

It has been two years since I was transferred to the police station in this small town, but I have been doing nothing all day long. It's no wonder that most residents in small towns live and work in peace and contentment, and the crime rate is naturally pitifully low. It's just that several recent venomous snake bites have caused panic among the residents of the town. Among the list of victims, Mr. Maloof, a famous little nominee, is also on the list. Legend has it that what attacked this number one celebrity was a poisonous snake two meters long with two heads. The attack occurred in the garden where Malouf was taking a walk after dinner. If he had not been discovered in time, this national treasure performer might have died. But no one expected that Mr. Malouf would really die on the third day after the attack, and his death was extremely bizarre.

In early spring, it turns warm and cold. The swimming room, dominated by warm colors, is spacious and bright, and the entire floor-to-ceiling doors and windows are clean. However, in the swimming pool with clear water, a large area of ​​tiles on the edge of the pool was wet with water stains. The black bag looked particularly eye-catching in the warm-toned room, and there was actually a corpse inside. Huo Gang worriedly stood by the swimming pool and watched the forensic team members zip up the body bag and transport it out of the crime scene. The surrounding police officers were either collecting evidence or taking photos, and they were silent as they went about their business. Lao Wang on the side saw Huo Gang's expression and didn't know what to say. He called the forensic office again, but no one answered for a long time. He sorted out the records in his hand, walked to Huo Gang, and said: "It is initially estimated that the time of death is between three and six o'clock this morning, and the cause of death is unknown. The people who called the police were two reporters who were doing interviews nearby."

Mystery stories are like vines wrapped around trees. The reasoning part is the tree body. After connecting the roots, branches and leaves of the tree, the truth can be found; and those numb clues are soft long vines with intertwined tentacles surrounding the trunk. With mottled cloud shadows and wind and grass, the truth behind the vines seems to be illusory and looming. This story is divided into tree part and vine part.

The autumn wind rustled, Li Si stood on the deck of a black-headed sea-going ship, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He looked up at the clouds. The white clouds seemed to have never moved, but he didn't know when his footsteps would stop. "Brother Li, what are you thinking about?" A childish and sweet voice sounded from his ears. Li Si turned his head slightly. Next to him was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a beautiful smile and a pair of dimples. People couldn't help but be happy when they saw this girl. The girl's name is Bai Zhenzhu, she is a good friend of Li Si and the cousin of Xuanyuan Shan, one of the four great gods in the world. Xuanyuan Shan went to Mongolia for official duties and temporarily left his cousin to Li Si to take care of her. "I'm thinking we're going to Golden Island soon." Li Si also smiled.

Did you know that there was another sandstorm in Beijing today? Everything was gray and the sand hit the window glass like rain, making a rustling sound. Does this sand come from the desert where you rest? Leave the classroom, climb to the top of the building, open your arms and want to embrace the wind and sand in your arms. I want to hold you in my arms again. Are you lonely? I'll be with you soon. The Valley of Wishes has agreed to my request, and I am coming to see you. Are you happy? You didn't answer, and neither did the sand. It just kissed my eyes hard. The tears that I thought had dried up flowed down uncontrollably. The strong wind blocks all sound, and the sand explains the strange tear tracks.

When I was squatting in the office eating my lunch, Li Hao had already started the old Jetta outside the window. I am a rookie policeman working in the criminal investigation brigade of a tourist city. The Criminal Investigation Brigade sounds very majestic, but my job is actually to do odd jobs. I pour tea for the Yellow Team every morning, pour tea for all the seniors in the Criminal Investigation Department who have worked longer than me, pour water for the Yellow Team's pet dog Wangwang, and then voluntarily go to the data room to sort out the city's criminal files in recent years. This morning, Li Hao leaned against the door of the archives room with an empty tea cup and complained to me: "Xiao Tong, you pour water for Wangwang but you don't pour water for me." "Because you are not our department." I said. Li Hao is the only forensic doctor in our bureau. He is very skilled and has good professional skills. He is in the forensic department next to me. Because of his work, he is usually very lonely. We experienced a certain serial murder case in a haunted house last year and became close buddies. This time there was a shortage of police cars in the bureau, so I borrowed Li Hao's Jetta to do some work.

Zhong Xu couldn't believe his eyes. In the huge room, everything had been turned upside down - wardrobes, bookcases, computer tables, sofas and other large furniture, and even TVs, computers, desk lamps and other household appliances had been turned upside down. Posters and some oil paintings on the wall were also hung upside down; teacups and bowls were turned upside down on the back of the coffee table, and even books were stuffed upside down in the bookcase. The whole room was in a mess and a mess. All this seems to be the work of God, everything has been turned upside down, or maybe it is a joke played by some devil on humans. In any case, this is not something a normal person would do. Zhong Xu would rather believe that all this is caused by the distortion of time and space.

The Lantern Festival was just around the corner. Due to his outstanding political achievements, Duke Zhu was granted a month's holiday by his superiors, so he took his master, Mr. Du, the clerks and the gangsters to visit Bianliang City. When Zhu Gong entered Bianliang City, he saw that it was really lively: there were carts and horses on the streets, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Look at the Bianliang River, which is even more crowded. All kinds of big boats, either transporting goods or soliciting passengers, occupy the river. Zhu Gong was very happy to see this prosperous scene. He stared at the bamboo pole for a while and said to himself: "The people in Bianliang City hold the thin end of the bamboo in their hands, but use the thick end to prop it on the bottom of the river. This is different from the people in this county. The people in this county hold the thick end of the bamboo pole in their hands and use the thin end to hold the bottom. Some people also install an iron fork on the thin end."

Many people must have thought of killing someone. These thoughts are lurking in the minds of unknown people around us. Maybe at some time and place, triggered by an opportunity, he or she will put this idea into practice... If you happen to be around him at some time and place, then you can only admit your mistakes and end your glorious and short life. So the law was born in this world. The law uses various punishment methods to suppress evil thoughts. Before killing people, they think of the punishment they will receive, thereby suppressing the thoughts of killing... However, the law cannot fundamentally curb the behavior of killing, because evil people will always find various ways to escape the sanctions of the law.