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Today is no different from usual. The sun finally went down, giving the surrounding buildings a layer of orange. In addition to the sound of traffic, the crows of crows returning to their nests can be heard in the distance. Kiritani Kosuke stood by the window and looked at the hazy sunset in the distance. Looking out from the upper floors of the building, although the scenery is very unique, it is always dominated by artificial green scenery. This is somewhat unpleasant for Kiritani, who grew up in a rural area. Kiritani is a writer and does not have the habit of going out every day. He basically stays at home all day long. But Kiritani is tired of this life. Why is it the nature of a writer's profession to live an extremely boring life every day? Or is it a problem with your own personality? The days pass by in repetition, which makes people feel depraved. In short, today cannot be as ordinary as usual.

In a worker-gathering area of ​​Corsicana, Texas, a wooden bungalow was being engulfed in flames. Flames were flying, paint, tiles and furniture were burning. Smoke and dust shot straight up to the roof and into every room. In an instant, the house was enveloped in a sea of ​​flames. Eleven-year-old Buffy Barbie came home from an outing. Her home was two rooms away from the burning house. When she saw the smoke, she immediately ran inside and called her mother, Diana. The mother and daughter arrived at the scene quickly and saw the homeowner, Cameron Todd Willingham, standing alone on the front porch, wearing jeans, shirtless, his chest blackened by soot, his hair and eyebrows singed, and kept shouting: "My child is in there!" He has three daughters: 1-year-old twin sisters Came and Cameron, and 2-year-old Anba.

At this time, when you turn this page, it is equivalent to sitting across from me and listening to my story. Two wine glasses were placed between us. Your glass is full. Mine is always empty. You asked me: "Since the wine glasses are placed, why don't you drink?" I said: "To save." "Save what?" You asked curiously. "Rescue a memory about murder." You smiled, thinking I was joking. I laughed too and immediately told you the story of the murder. Before the murder, I heard a voice: "Gosh!"

It's a rare good summer in Denmark. The temperature is suitable, the sky gets dark late, the daylight seems to be stretched out, and the red sunset has no end in sight. The central square in the capital, Copenhagen, is filled with all kinds of vendors, each setting up a street stall and earning a small amount of money. The lives of ordinary people in Denmark are quiet and irrelevant. There are also unusual ones. On the corner diagonally opposite the square, there is a three-story red house, squeezed among other houses. The windows are light green, and it has a bit of Andersen's fairy tale flavor. In a third-floor room of the house, a man lay on the carpet. The man had flaxen hair, a high nose, his eyes closed tightly, and he looked like he had fainted. Beside him, there was a girl standing. This woman had black hair, which cascaded down to her waist, and her whole body was trembling. She held a sharp object in her hand and walked towards the man on the ground.

At midnight, there was no one on the quiet street. Taking advantage of the winter rain, a person walked slowly on the road. He was dragging a huge suitcase without an umbrella. A few hours later, he appeared in a dimly lit room, carrying out his latest "work". A stream of bright red color flowed into the container. He took a deep breath, seeming to be extremely enjoying it, squinting his eyes, playing with the scalpel and intravenous drip in his hand. Suddenly, his phone rang strangely, and he picked up the phone: "One has been completed, and the rest will be delivered to me by you." He put the lifeless body into the suitcase and hurried out the door. This time, his movements were much faster, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Humanity's understanding of itself is as small and poorly understood as its understanding of the universe. Female agent Guan Qing has been sleeping very poorly during this period, and it is difficult to fall asleep. Even when she does fall asleep, she will have strange nightmares and wake up immediately. She knew that this was related to the last case she handled. It was a case about memory. An ambitious man tries to use nanorobots to control people's memories. She solved the case, but part of her memory was deleted by the murderer. Before that, she had always believed that memory should be like a liquid, and that various memories would be mixed together after being poured into the brain, like water of different colors. However, when she lost part of her memory, she discovered that there were clear boundaries between different memories.

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.

Born on May 4, 1957 in Omachi City, Nagano Prefecture. Her husband is the famous mystery novelist Orihara Kazuo. Shinjin Kiyomi University studied at the French Department, Faculty of Letters, Aoyama Gakuin University. She often attended lectures on novel writing at the cultural center. Encouraged by the lecturer Masao Yamamura, Kiyomi Nitsuzu began to submit manuscripts. In 1988, she published her debut novel "Miss Double-sided Tape" and entered the Japanese literary world. The themes are mostly taken from daily life, and the description of female psychology is exquisite and good at horror style. His representative works include "Eve's Original Sin", "Remnants of Sin in the Womb", "Transformation", "Dangerous Benefactor", etc. "Things between men and women are difficult for even the parties involved to figure out."

It is said that after Zhu Gong finished doing business in the capital, he put on casual clothes and took Du Patou around the capital. That day, the two of them walked to a wide alley and saw a large courtyard facing the street. The door was ajar and someone was quietly coming out of it. Zhu Gong couldn't help but take a sideways look and saw that it was crowded with people, shouting and drinking, and it was very lively. Du Captou looked at it for a few times and said with a smile: "Sir, this turns out to be a treasure bureau." Zhu Gong asked: "What is a treasure bureau?" Du Captou replied in a low voice: "A treasure bureau is a casino. In our county, I also led people to arrest several private players." Zhu Gong asked again: "What did the group of people in front, surrounding a square wooden box, do?" Du Captou looked over again and whispered: "Those people are betting, and that box is called a treasure box.

The biggest advantage of being on the 24th floor is the quietness. This building with a total height of 24 floors has a very simple name, "24th Floor". After it was first built, the name attracted many people to buy it. However, as soon as they arrived, before going upstairs, people turned back and gave up the idea of ​​buying. Because there is no elevator on the 24th floor. There are two staircases, an ordinary staircase inside the building, and a hollow life ladder on the outside that spirals around the building like a long snake. I once tried to walk up the life-saving ladder, but after walking only two floors, I felt dizzy - I could see my feet through the stair slabs. The floors were suspended between floors. The handrails were also supported by iron frames. There was nothing to obstruct my view. I felt as if I would fall down at any time.

In the early morning of August 20th, as soon as Mr. Zhu had finished his breakfast, he saw a yamen servant rushing in and shouting: "Master Zhu, something serious has happened!" "Why are you so alarmed?" Mr. Zhu asked, putting down his tea cup. "Sir, do you still remember that dead house?" The Yamen servant asked. Seeing Zhu Gong's expression of confusion, he explained, "It is the former residence of King Yuyuan of Xizhuang. Since his family died, no descendants have inherited his inheritance, and no one in the clan is willing to take it over, let alone buy it. Now his house has become a house where no one has died." "Then what happened now?" "This morning the land security guard came to report that a passing scholar was found dead in that house."

Destiny is indeed very miraculous sometimes. When you are lucky, it is like a divine help, and everything goes as you wish. The wind gets wind and the rain gets rain. However, people who have bad luck often complain that God is blind, and unlucky events happen one after another, as if they are colluded, and just come to you. Zhang Hongbin belongs to the latter. He had been extremely unlucky lately, and it seemed like the most improbable and terrible things in the world had happened to him. In the morning, he received a notice from the Human Resources Department. As the contract expired, the company would not renew his contract. Other colleagues who, like him, were told to pack up and leave, received a letter of termination along with a substantial amount of compensation. He was the only one who resigned normally without any additional compensation.

When she finished cleaning the entire room, the sun was setting and the room was dim and needed to turn on the lights. Numate Takako stood in the center of the living room and looked around. In the Western-style room with an area of ​​twelve tatami mats, every corner was illuminated by chandeliers that gave off a faint white light. High-quality plush carpets, a wall-mounted stove, and a lone wheelchair parked not far or near from the stove. There was no one in the wheelchair, and a large light green bell hung on the armrest of the wheelchair. It was a porcelain bell that made a crisp sound.

"You can't kill those fairies, you should save them." "But they are always blocking the way. I want to go over and get the diamonds." I said. "Every time you kill a fairy, the time will be extended by 30 seconds. If you kill 10 fairies, you will return to the first level." Mark explained patiently. I let go of the keyboard and said, "Stop playing! It's too hard! I don't understand how you can play these games all day, let alone design them." "Once you get the hang of it, it's really fun. It's really fun to create virtual worlds where you can do whatever you want," Mark said with a grin.

My name is Guan Minyin, and I am the department manager of a cosmetics company. That day, I had just finished dinner when I received a text message on my phone. The sender was the executive director of our company-let's call him Man A for now. The content of the text message was: "There will be an emergency meeting tonight, and all department heads will be asked to gather outside the company gate at nine o'clock." The company held a meeting during non-working hours, which has never happened to me since I joined the company. Now that this is the first time this has happened, it seems that tonight's meeting is indeed extremely urgent and imminent. At 8:50, I returned to the company. There are more than ten department heads in our company. I thought that everyone should be almost here, but I didn't expect that there was only one person standing outside the company gate at this moment. He is the supervisor of another department, let's call him Man B for now.

For a few hours in the morning, Zeller Fine Jewelry, a jewelry store specializing in high-end jewelry on the edge of the suburbs of Dumont, turned into a crime scene. Sheriff Jeff McQuaid looked solemnly at the body of store owner Clark Zeller, who was shot to death with a small-caliber handgun. The bullet hit him in the heart. Because Zeller is running for the U. S. Senate against Maurice Burton, his face, thick gray-brown hair, provocative eyes, and resolute expression have recently appeared frequently on television, newspapers, and on a large number of posters, and have long been familiar to people.

"Xiao Shen, do you know where Wang Feng is?" Lao Li's voice came over the phone. He changed his usual joking tone, which made Shen Ling feel nervous. "I'm following up on Fei Bingxin's case. He's gone on his own, so you can call his cell phone." "It's turned off again! Damn, it happens every time! By the way, the director is looking for you, please take the time to go there." After saying that, Lao Li hung up. Speaking of Wang Feng's only shortcoming, he likes to turn off his phone. When he shuts down his phone, no one knows what he is doing, and no one can find him. Everyone often joked that he must have booked a room with some girl in the hotel.

As we all know, Las Vegas is a city of sin. Some people get rich overnight, while others die here. There are no obvious signs that Las Vegas was built by gangsters. Even if there were, it would not be recorded in writing. In 1940, the Jewish gangster Benjamin Higel went to Las Vegas to develop the market and built the Flamingo Hotel and Casino. After the success of the casino, other underworld organizations also stepped in, and there were casinos such as Good World, Cosmic Dust, Sands, Riviera, Desert Inn, and Caesar's Palace.

Lucy lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of the Cambridge hotel room, wondering whether she should go to town and find someone to entertain herself. She had just returned from visiting a client in Chicago, where she was on a mission to attend a technology symposium, but fatigue took over. Lucy got out of bed and turned on the TV, which was showing the evening news. The male announcer was reporting on a crash on the M5 highway, and a blurry video appeared on the screen: the flashing blue lights of the police car, the V-shaped trailer, and the crumpled car squeezed by the roadblock. At this time, a creepy and strange thing happened. She heard the wailing voice of a high-pitched man on the evening news. This man was undoubtedly in great pain.

In the cafe, the woman was looking down and counting the money in her hand carefully. Her delicately manicured fingers gently moved, once again arousing Tahara Koji's hidden desire for women. Perhaps he saw some kind of animal need in the white, slender fingers. "It's seven, that's right. Thank you for your hard work!" The woman said, "But, to be honest, the bid could be a little higher..." She put seven thousand yen bills into her handbag and raised her head. The color of the lipstick goes well with black sunglasses.

The famous Japanese female magician Toriyama Akizuki was accidentally cut off by a chainsaw while performing her gold medal-winning magic "Death Saw Phantom", and subsequently died. The Chinese photographer who was present at the time happened to be a master at solving difficult cases. Together with the Japanese police, he checked the conditions of the stage and props, and asked Toriyama Akizuki's prop master and assistant as well as other magicians at the scene. He discovered that Toriyama's female assistant was accidentally inserted into the aorta and died by a steel knife while performing the "invulnerability" magic eight years ago.

Qingfeng had been staring at the huge chainsaw under the camera. The moment the chainsaw touched Toriyama, his hand suddenly shook, as if something was wrong. The chainsaw indeed cut through Toriyama's body, but isn't that magic? But Toriyama's body was obviously in great pain. She opened her mouth as if she was trying to suppress a scream, and her limbs struggled to break free from the iron chains. Then, Qingfeng saw the blood gradually spreading on the red clothes.

It was rare for the sun to shine in Libei Town on this day, but the gloom in Feng Zhen's heart became increasingly intense. He was driving to Libei Police Station. This was his first time setting foot on the land here. "Hello, I am Feng Zhen transferred from Xia Chuan." He pushed open the rusty metal door with some disgust and greeted politely. There are only about six work tables in the small space, and they are all occupied by men. They are slumped on the tables. A middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and a round head looked over following the voice: "Come in, I am Director Qiang Guang. On the first day, I will familiarize myself with the familiar environment. The desk next to me will be used." After he finished speaking, he pointed to Feng Zhen and arranged the desks. "We will work in groups here, two people in a group, you and Yin Gu." "I heard that you arrested the wrong person and brutally interrogated you before you were transferred here? Don't hold me back."

Ichitoyama Eita suddenly decided to move away from Yamanashi last week, and he was ready to kill that person. In the photo, the woman with a slightly bulging belly is being led by a strong man, choosing cakes together. Although her face is a bit blurry, the smile at the corner of the man's mouth is movingly highlighted. He is his target, his former high school classmate Shinichi Buzono.

A man walked towards him, with regular features but an ordinary appearance. He was strong and tall, but he didn't look majestic at all. If I have to say it, his straight back is probably his only characteristic. He feels a lot like the father in the TV series. No, it should be said that they are like the extras gathered in a TV series. In short, they are not conspicuous. It seems like it's going to rain. Komatsu Renji looked up at the gloomy sky from time to time while walking straight towards me. He proposed to meet here-Miyashita Park in Shibuya. There are currently only two young couples walking here, so even if we have never met, we should not recognize the wrong person. Lianci came to the bench and sat down next to me. He shivered and turned up the collar of his coat. A gust of wind blew, and the small tree next to the bench swayed from side to side. "Thank you for your hard work for making me come here."

That day, I was playing chess with Lala when Guo Ziming found me. Lala is my nanny. She is 25 years old and graduated in fine arts. She has a good figure and skin as tender as a piece of watery tofu. Of course, I don't describe her like this because I have dirty thoughts, I just can't find more appropriate words. I asked her to be my nanny because it was easier to chase her around. For a lonely old man, if he stays alone in this 200-square-meter house, he may lose 10 years of his life. Being accompanied by beautiful women and reciting poems is always a good thing for the arty. When the stormy knocking on the door rang, our situation was serious and on the verge of breaking out. "Lala, open the door." I continued to study chess with my head down.

The fourteen-year-old girl Xia Chuhe was born into a family that was proficient in weapons manufacturing. Her family was wiped out overnight, leaving her alone to survive under the protection of her mother. She remained anonymous and was adopted by the young Jin Yiwei Xue Huaian. In order to solve the mystery of his family's murder, Xia Chuhe regained family skills and attracted enemies. However, an unexpected murder made the truth even more confusing.

Having had enough of the same three meals in the hotel, I ran to a barbecue near Ochanomizu Station alone. After replenishing his energy, he returned to the room full of motivation and sat down at his desk. It's just nine o'clock. As long as I work hard tonight, I can easily complete today's workload, and I will probably finish the manuscript tomorrow night. Tomorrow night... Well, is still very far away. It's already the sixth day of retreat for creation in this hotel in the center of Tokyo, and I don't even have a change of underwear. In order to finish the novel scheduled to be published next month on time, I had no choice but to follow the editor's instructions and stay in this room to write the remaining half of the content.

When people close their eyes, the whole world falls into darkness. But the world has not deceived us. What prevents us from discovering the truth is only our own eyelids. But can you see the truth when you open it? At this time, the man in the cabinet was holding his breath, staring at the outside world through a narrow gap with unblinking eyes. The girl on the bed seemed to realize that there was someone in the closet, but she was just surprised, and the look of terror briefly disappeared on her face. I seemed to increase her fear. The man in the closet thought secretly. But no matter how scared she was, the girl had no time to care about this. A man was trying to violate her, and the girl made a final resistance, although it was in vain.

Aoki Renkyo propped his head with one hand and looked out. The hands of his watch had already turned to half past seven in the evening. The teacher pointed at the formula on the blackboard and told him several times before announcing that he could rest. Ren Jing only entered the second year of high school this year. If his parents hadn't been nagging him about going to higher school, he would never have attended this special evening tutoring class. Logically speaking, the students who can enter this special entrance class are top students in various colleges and universities, but situations like this often happen. "Three pineapple buns and two cans of orange juice. Hey, Eri, what do you want?" A girl with a neat ponytail turned to ask her companion while putting a banknote into the hand of a girl with short hair.

Introducing a man who keeps playing with the straps of his overalls. "So, everyone knows that the suspect is among you, right?" The students looked at each other suspiciously, and the classroom was very quiet. "Where to start? Everyone's food expenses are not a small amount. The envelope containing the food expenses was lost during the school activity time, and the classmate who was on duty in the classroom suddenly had a nosebleed during this time and went to the school doctor's office..." The person on duty couldn't help shrinking his head when he heard this. "Squad leader, shouldn't there usually be two people on weekly duty?"

The dark blue rectangular clock in the empty central square is eighty meters high and one hundred meters wide. The clock face is translucent, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, and looks like glass. The wind blew, and the clock swayed with the wind, and the time displayed on it also swung: 10:35. At the top of the time flashes the date: December 27, 4,319,999,999. A little girl in her teens, wearing a white helmet, a light yellow T-shirt and a short skirt, wearing pink roller skates, her head slightly tilted forward, her hands behind her back, skillfully passed through the middle of the clock face. At the moment she passed through, the time was exactly 10:35. The girl's light yellow clothes overlap with the blue clock face, turning into a lovely olive green.

The business department of Manati Real Estate Co., Ltd. Is on the ground floor of a building not far from JR Ikebukuro Station. In a small conference room separated from the window business area by a partition, Shigeyuki Nakayama let out a heavy breath and glanced at the LCD clock on the table. He didn't care about the time, but wanted to confirm today's date. Wednesday, November 30, 2011, 10:40 am. If you change the Gregorian calendar to the Japanese calendar, it will be November 30, 2011. He filled in this date in the "Date of Proposal" column of the "Notice of Change of Owner (Occupant)" to be submitted to the condominium management office, and then wrote his name in the "Proposer" column.

The case occurred 59 years after today. Early one morning in winter. The location is still our planet. 59 Years later, you and I may still be alive. When the time comes, don't forget to turn on the TV and watch the final verdict of this case together. It was almost dawn, and Detective Luo Dan of the Criminal Investigation Division stayed awake all night. He is bored. The word boredom is the equivalent of suicide for an agent. In recent years, due to the rapid development of science and technology, the level of technical identification has increased dramatically, and solving crimes has become an experiment. In addition, the government has strengthened its precautions against terrorists. Satellite surveillance cameras have been installed on every street corner and on every floor. Even in the park where trees are intertwined, tiny cameras disguised as leaves or buds are hung on trees every few meters.

I was about to ring the bell a second time when the door opened. I thought I would see Karl Beilemann, but the person who opened the door was a tall-cheeked woman with light blond hair and a serious expression. This woman looks like a miserable person who has been miserable all her life but refuses to accept her fate. I gave my name, and the woman nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Rodenbach, Carl is waiting for you. He is reading in the library now. I can't disturb him. Please go to the living room to sit down and drink some coffee. Carl will -" She looked at her watch, "Just twelve minutes." It will be noon in twelve minutes, and Carl wants me to arrive at noon. I took a train from New York and then took a taxi from the station. Since the pick-up went smoothly, I arrived twelve minutes early. It seemed that I had to waste these twelve minutes.

Every carefully planned murder has unspeakable killing intent. Master Ikkyu, a Japanese Buddhist monk, once said a Zen saying: "It is easy to enter the Buddhist world, but difficult to enter the demonic world." What does this sentence mean? I can tell you the name of the murderer before this story begins. However, we still don't know what kind of "murderous intention" is hidden in the murderer's heart. As the saying goes, lay down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Sometimes, it's harder to lift the butcher's knife than to put it down. The reason why people raise the knife is because they cannot let go of the "murderous intention" in their hearts. In the world of detectives, it is not difficult to analyze a case with clear texture. However, trying to detect the murderer's murderous intention is like exploring the most unfathomable strait in the world. Because you are exploring the human heart. In this story, the person who cannot let go of his murderous intention is called "Lin Xi".

Halloween. Night. A Halloween party is taking place in the Holiday Plaza. The first thing that caught your eye were the eight eye-catching blood-red characters on the background spray painting of the stage - "Halloween Ghost King Heroes Meeting". There was a sea of ​​people around the stage, and people were making noises one after another. The scene was extremely huge. "Wow, there are so many people!" Qing Ning said excitedly. "Well." Si Xuan nodded, suddenly glanced at Qing Ning, and asked lightly, "Speaking of which, isn't your sister off today? We went fishing for shrimp during the day, why didn't she go with us?" "I don't know. She usually read documents at home when she was resting, and rarely went out. However," Qing Ning flattened her mouth and said a little confused, "If I happen to be free when she is resting, she should accompany me."

Minishi Village in Nanhakama City became an uninhabited village two years ago. People in the village slowly grow old and eventually die, so the community finally disintegrates and dies. I stood on a high slope, and what lay before my eyes were patches of wasteland covered by wildly growing and vigorous weeds, interspersed with old iron roofs and cracked asphalt roads. The village is not dead. "Wake up, Linshi!" This movement calling people to enter the uninhabited village has been going on for more than a year. Although 14 families have moved in one after another, it is still desolate. Only the white of new cars and the pink clothes of children playing on the road can be seen occasionally. "This place is becoming more and more popular!" Colleague Guanshan Youxiang said with a smile in his voice.

"Recently, I have discovered something that is troubling me." This can be seen from the expression of the woman who spoke. The woman glanced at Dr. Qianxiao opposite him. He was obviously gesturing for her to continue speaking. This encouraging look gave her a sense of motivation. The woman raised her head slightly, but her fair and elegant face now showed a confused and dazed look: "That's it. I found that I seem to have forgotten some things, very important things... But now I can't remember it anyway... It must be very special Important things... But there isn't even any evidence to prove that they have ever happened..." Dr. Asaka frowned slightly: "Kyoko, sometimes people will suffer from neurasthenia and have delusions due to poor sleep, malnutrition, irregular work and rest, etc...."

Wang Feng had sex with the little girl that night. She took the initiative first and Wang Feng did not refuse. When Wang Feng asked her name later, she did not say it. Just forget about names and such. The girl said this.

The Kita-Shinano area is a small town surrounded by high mountains. It spans about 39 kilometers from east to west and 12 kilometers from north to south. The altitude ranges from 424 meters at Jusangai to 2,341 meters at Mount Satowasugi. Almost 90% of the town is covered by virgin forest. At this time, it was the time when spring was getting stronger. Yuki Kurobe came from Tokyo specially for a visit and stayed at the Fengquan Hotel in the small town. Before the automatic door of the Fengquan Hotel opened, I heard Ogawa Hayaoko's voice, "Oh, Yuki-senpai, I didn't expect you to be here. Welcome!"

"You haven't left yet?" Anna stood up awkwardly. "Waiting for me?" Qiao smiled with her usual provocative look. She had no intention of having this repeated quarrel with him. "No," she paused for a moment before answering, "you know not." "Can't you give me something to think about?" Joe blinked. Anna ignored him, walked out of the laboratory and walked into the dressing room. Joe followed, chattering as usual. "You'll never go out again," he complained. "Who said I won't go out?" Anna sighed, "It's just different from you."

On the evening of September 28, Otomo Tetsu was suddenly called by Fukuhara, the head of the search section. Section Chief Fukuhara said to him in an orderly tone: "Tomorrow you go to the Special Investigation Headquarters of the Shibuya Central Bureau to conduct a detailed investigation of the case." Otomo felt a little surprised by this sudden assignment. Because the Shibuya Central Bureau's Special Investigation Headquarters has already arrested the criminal, the handling of the case has also entered the closing stage. At this time, I was asked to step in. What on earth is going on? Besides, he had already changed his job to work in the Criminal Affairs Division, but this time he was assigned to work by Chief Fukuhara of the Investigation Division. He was worried, what would he do to take care of his son Yuto? Thinking of this, the instructions of his deceased wife and son rang in his ears again. Alas, there is no other way. All we can do now is to complete this task as soon as possible.

This is the Tsukiji main branch of the Tokyo Central Wholesale Market, also known as the "Ugawa Bank". The Sumida River flows in front of it, with a tributary of the Tsukiji River on the left and the main stream of the Tsukiji River on the right. The wholesale market covers an area of ​​225,000 square meters, about three times the size of Korakuen Stadium. It is responsible for providing ingredients for the kitchens of 280,000 people in the Kanto Economic Circle, with an annual trade volume of approximately 800,000 tons. It can be said that more than 90% of the fish in Tokyo are supplied here. On this day, at around 10:30 pm on September 30th, a large refrigerated truck from Shiogama Port in Miyazaki Prefecture drove into the parking lot of the wholesale market. The truck was marked with the four characters "Sanriku Fisheries". Parking time is from 10 to 12 o'clock every night. In the large parking lot that can accommodate up to 4,500 vehicles, thousands of refrigerated trucks from fishing grounds across the country are parked.

"There is a mountain in the north of Hebei Province. Due to its curse, villagers who are less than forty years old must hang their heads on trees and die, so it is called Diaotou Mountain. The dead remain dead and cry day and night, with a sound like the cry of a baby. Within a radius of ten miles, strangers should avoid it..." It sounds very disturbing. The frightening legend does not arouse my fear. In my eyes, such records are as groundless as "Liao Zhai", and the "Ghost Chronicles" where the article comes from should be just like "Liao Zhai", it is just a story of village ghosts. However, the editor-in-chief of the magazine seemed to be very interested and planned to send me to Jizhou to visit, find out where Diaotou Mountain is, and make a special report.

At 4:10 a. M., Jiangcheng patrol police found a man in his 50s tied to a traffic guardrail on the side of the road. The man was wearing thin underwear and tied with three hemp ropes. One tied the man's upper body firmly to the iron railing, one tied to the wrists of his hands that were cut behind his back, and the third tied his legs and knees together with the guardrail to make him kneel down. In addition, the man had a dirty, torn sock stuffed in his mouth. As a result, the bound man could neither move nor scream. He could only kneel on the spot and let the cold north wind blow around his body like a knife. The man's surname was Wang Minglun. When he was discovered by the patrol, he had been shivering in the cold wind for half an hour. When the patrolman untied the three hemp ropes from his body one by one, his body was almost frozen and hard.

Mr. Taoke: I think you have received the first postcard. It was your story "Charming Lies" that put me in jail for four years. At first I had no idea why we were being arrested by the police, especially since I was so violently attacked by my colleagues. Later, when I accidentally read your novel while being puzzled, I suddenly realized it. So I'd love to meet you. Goodbye!

Ameng and Xiaoye discovered the mysterious village and temporarily settled down. They met the village chief A Niu, the naughty and kind-hearted young Huzi, and the mysterious beauty Qiaoqiao. They also discovered a terrifying forest full of skulls... Crow Mountain looked particularly desolate at night. The sky was covered by thick clouds, and the light of the stars and the moon could not be seen. There was no life anywhere, only bare stone walls and dry branches. Xiaoye and I sat next to the fire in the center of the cave. Eighty percent of the villagers had fallen asleep. Only Xiaoye, Aniu, Huzi, and Qiaoqiao, who we met by the river during the day, were left. The five of us sat around the fire and chatted about daily life.

In an apartment in Huaxi Community, An Ran and her colleagues were busy nervously. The deceased was a male, extremely obese, weighing no less than 400 kilograms. The deceased's feet were tied to the legs of the table, his hands were tied behind his back, and his head was lying on a pile of food on the table. There were bruises on both cheeks of the corpse that had been pressed by fingers, and there was a large amount of food in the mouth. It looked like someone had forced food into his mouth like a stuffed duck. The body of the deceased was facing a huge mirror, with two big characters written in red paint on it: Taotie. "What did the scene at the scene remind you of?" Captain Ling looked at the big blood-red characters on the mirror and asked An Ran, who was frowning next to him.

Ono and I were sent to Jizhou to find Diaotou Mountain in "Ghost Chronicles". Among the exes who were sent to investigate, one entered a mental hospital and the other refused to mention the matter again. After entering Shijiazhuang, Xiaoye and I found the road leading to Diaotou Mountain. However, the driver who accompanied us died in an accident on the way, and his head was taken away by a crow...