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The body was discovered by a sheepherder named Ding Laosi in the village. Ding Laosi screamed inwardly at that time, and like a Peking Opera martial artist, he fell upside down on the rock. The dry bag in his hand was thrown a dozen meters away, and the sparks splashed into a pile of dewy bat grass. Ding Laosi fell off the rock and rolled all the way down the mountain. His clothes were torn to pieces and hung in pieces here and there. There were bloody gashes on his arms, hands, legs and knees. He rolled to the middle of the mountain before getting up, and ran desperately towards the village. When he reached the entrance of the village, he shouted: Kill... Kill... Kill! Beishan is also called Qiao Mountain. The mountain is not high, but steep and stretches for hundreds of miles. There are rugged rocks on the mountain. Except for nests of stones, the entire mountain was covered with wormwood and shrubs. The mountain has always been a place where people are buried, and the graves are sparsely hidden in the bushes.

Xia Ranyi packed her things from the hospital office, put her white coat on her shoulders, and took the bus back to her home on Fuxing West Road. The weather is very good today. There is a primary school nearby that is organizing social practice. The children are chirping and walking like a group of little sparrows under the blue sky and white clouds. There is no trace of worry in their laughter. A child met his parents on the road. He called his grandpa with a sweet voice and threw himself into the old man's arms. He sat at the window and felt warm in his heart when he saw this scene. Thinking that his grandfather was still waiting at home, even though he had just been fired from the hospital and lost his job, the world seemed less hard.

As night fell, Zhou Mingyuan, captain of the Criminal Police Corps of City A, and his assistant Lu Yang just walked out of the office building. His cell phone rang. He instinctively sensed that something big must have happened again. Lao Zhou didn't even take a breath today. A vicious case involving the poisoning of a professor from City A's Polytechnic University has just been solved, and the hand-warmth on the file has not subsided. The call came from Captain Li Ting of the Xicheng District Fire Brigade. He said that two days ago, a fire accident occurred in an abandoned warehouse in Shilibao, killing one person. The deceased was a male, about 65 years old. What is strange is that although the condition of the deceased was like that of most martyrs who died in the fire, with a painful expression and a ferocious face, the deceased was lying on his back in the middle of the warehouse without any sign of trying to escape.

As soon as the police car approached the crime scene, heavy rain followed. The raindrops hit the tall trees in Mingcheng Hibiscus Park with lightning speed, making an annoying crackling sound. Late at night, there are few street lights on the remote paths in the park. The places where the light does not reach are as dark as mines, and it is almost impossible to see. Beside a flower stand in Hibiscus Park, a young man trembled and bowed, opening his sportswear like a bird spreading its wings to cover something underneath him. His appearance was tense, scary and slightly funny. This is the first sudden heavy rain in early summer this year. The man went out for a run every night, originally to keep himself clean, but who knew he would encounter something like this. Fortunately, he brought his mobile phone with him and called the police. He shook off the raindrops hanging from his hair, and then bowed forward with difficulty, making his body form a small dome, trying not to let the rain damage the scene.

Luo Taifei drove to the dilapidated house in the western suburbs of the city and saw Bai Yang standing outside the door from a distance, smoking. He got off the car, walked to Bai Yang, and asked in a low voice: "Old Bai, has the 'goods' arrived?" "It's here!" Bai Yang said. "How many are there?" "Five 'genuine' pieces and two 'defects'. Go in and take a look, Brother Hao is waiting for you." This was the first time Luo Taifei saw "goods". He was a little nervous, swallowed his saliva, and walked into the broken house step by step.

At the end of November 1949, Taipei, the Central Secret Bureau of the Kuomintang. Director Mao Renfeng stared at the message for a moment, his frown suddenly relaxed, and a smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: His most hidden trump cards were designed for the railways in Kyoto and surrounding small counties. As long as the attack is well planned and accurate, the situation may be turned around in one fell swoop. On December 6, that is, six days later, Mao Zedong, Chairman of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, will take a train to the Soviet Union to meet with Stalin. Mao Renfeng stood up and issued an order to the confidential secretary: Immediately order the relevant personnel in the mainland to use any means and at any cost to attack the pass and must blow up the special train that Mao Zedong was riding!

Xiaoxiang County is located on the edge of the vast Dongting Lake, which is 800 miles away. It is a very ancient place. Wandering around the ancient city, searching for fortunes and losses, good feng shui, and strangers, Li Yimin is one of them. Before liberation, he sold fried dough sticks at the foreign ship dock. On the day the People's Liberation Army entered the city, he suddenly became the director of the county public security bureau. He hung a rifle on his hip and convened a meeting of ten thousand people to publicly try the bad guys. Li Yimin is actually an underground party! When he got married, many people watched the excitement. At that time, there was no boundary between the officials and the people, and anyone could come to the director's new house. The bride is very beautiful. She is a typist at the Public Security Bureau. Her name is Jin Shuimei. She is four years younger than Li Yimin and only in her twenties. She is extremely slim, with two rows of eyelashes like black curtains covering her pretty eyes.

During the Republic of China, a confusing murder case occurred in Qingling County. In the house of Ma Rulong, a wealthy gentleman in the north of the city, eight grown men died violently overnight. The police came to the scene to collect evidence and found out that the deceased were the old boss Ma Rulong and the family members who were nursing the hospital. All the deceased had no injuries, no bleeding, and no symptoms of poisoning. They died naked on the bed. News is like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, spreading in all directions in the blink of an eye. An old boxer who had worked as a bodyguard outside heard about it and insisted that he had someone hit the fatal spot.

On March 21, 2005, Hong Kong's "Wen Wei Po" reported: There is a "Human Trafficking Village" in western China that specializes in human trafficking as a source of livelihood. The village has a population of more than 200, and there are more than 50 people engaged in human trafficking... Sources revealed that the removal of the "Human Trafficking Village" was done by a working girl who cooperated with the mainland police. It is said that this working girl had a history of being trafficked by the "Human Trafficking Village"... The history of trafficking in "Trafficker Village" can be traced back as far as the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The first human trafficker in the "Trafficker Village" was Fan Shutong, who was born in Juren in the Ming Dynasty and was later promoted to the chief soldier of Fengcheng. It is degrading to be a scholar to traffic people, but there is a tragic story circulating in the "trafficking village".

With a soft "click" sound, Yan Dongsheng finally opened the door that he thought was filled with gold, silver and jewelry. The owner of this room is named Huang Qiuye. Yan Dongsheng got to know Huang Qiuye from the relics of his adoptive father and master. His adoptive father often talked about a woman during his lifetime, sometimes with gnashing of teeth, and sometimes with a mixture of love and hate, but he never said the woman's name, and he did not allow Yan Dongsheng to inquire. Two years after his adoptive father died, Yan Dongsheng was cleaning his room when he suddenly discovered a black-and-white photo that was yellowed and half eaten away by insects. The head of a very beautiful woman in the photo was still intact. Yan Dongsheng looked at her repeatedly for a while and felt that the woman looked very much like Huang Qiuye, the owner of Huanghe Dance Hall.

Wu Haizhong is from Lishu County, Jilin Province. He has published short and medium stories in such journals as "Mountain Flower", "Yalu River", "Fangcao", "Novel World" and "Novel Forest". Some works have been reprinted in "Selected Novels". He is the author of a collection of short and medium stories "Human Facial Peach Blossom", a collection of critical essays "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Wisdom of Proverbs", and a novel "Power", etc. Member of Jilin Provincial Writers Association and member of China Democratic League. Lives in Guiyang, Guizhou. Eight years ago, Fang Sheng killed a man, a bastard named Xing Qi. Fang Sheng was going home to pay homage to his grandfather on Qingming Day. He had already arrived at the bus station, and suddenly a lot of foam appeared in his head. He remembered that he had forgotten to bring the tiger bone plaster prepared for his father, so he turned around and went home to get it. As soon as she arrived at the door of her house, she heard Qingya shouting unhappily in the house.

One summer morning, the heavy rain began to clear up. At the market in Fujiahe Town, a middle-aged woman came. She wore a big snow-white straw hat and carried a pair of small barrels on her shoulders. A little girl followed behind her. This is mother and daughter. My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, and has a very handsome face. The wooden barrel in front of her contains silver dragon shrimps, and the wooden barrel behind her contains golden dragon shrimps. After she entered the market with even strides, she placed the wooden bucket gently under the wall of a soy sauce shop at the street corner. The girl took out a black round sign from the bag on her back, banging it "dang dang dang" while shouting: "Live silver dragon shrimp, live golden dragon shrimp, sell silver dragon shrimp, sell golden dragon shrimp..."

Ji Pengcheng, general manager of Pengcheng Culture Media Co., Ltd. In City A, was extremely depressed when he walked out of the Z Province Media Building, and a deep sense of frustration hit his heart at the same time. Yes, when Ji Pengcheng originally participated in the "Cartoon and Animation Festival Mascot Design Competition" held in City A, he was confident of winning, because his company enjoyed a certain degree of popularity in City A, Province Z, and even across the country. Winning the first place in such a competition should be a matter of course. Pengcheng actually has a more lofty goal in his heart, which he has set long ago, that is, after Sun Wukong, Nezha, King Kong Calabash, Black Cat Sheriff... His company Pengcheng will launch a new cartoon brand. Such cartoon images will not only be famous across the country, but also go to the world.

At the age of fifty-eight, the old director Han Shangbin was promoted and demoted secretly. He left the Yuzhong County Public Security Bureau, where he had worked for 40 years, and went to the Lanzhou City Public Security Bureau as a deputy director - a division-level investigator. On the day before he left, the news got leaked for some reason. Many people from the county came to see him off spontaneously and packed the public security bureau compound. Several people whose lives had been saved by him and veteran police officers who had been cared for by him for many years couldn't control their emotions and began to cry. Immediately, the whole hospital burst into tears.

The sun in the west still showed half of its face, hanging on the mountains in the distance, as if it was reluctant to leave. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, on the maple tree in front of the "Zuiyue Tower", the full crown of maple leaves became more and more dazzling red, like fire. With the wind, the branches and leaves swayed, and countless maple leaves flew into the sky at this moment, flying all over the sky. Qingmei, the shopkeeper of "Zuiyue Tower", leaned against the window railing, looking at the flying red leaves outside the window, but her hands were not idle. Two copper coins were spinning up and down around her fingers. The yellow copper coins were tumbling and jumping between her white fingers, like a living elf. They neither made a sound nor could they escape the control of her five fingers. "A bowl of porridge, two pieces of cake." Said an old voice behind him. Qingmei didn't need to turn around to figure out who was speaking. It was an old couple.

The Peninsula Hotel was built sixty years ago and is certainly the most prestigious building in Hong Kong. To this day, it is still one of the top ten hotels in the world. Most people don't have the opportunity to stay in this hotel, but Li Sifan can, and he is a frequent visitor. Every afternoon, he comes to the coffee shop downstairs to drink tea. Li Sifan is a very young gentleman. The clothes are luxurious and the behavior is elegant. He graduated from the business school of a prestigious university in a certain country and received a master's degree. Room manager Li Xiaoliang greeted him attentively, with a flattering professional smile on his face: "Mr. Li, please come to room 618. Two guests are waiting for you." Li Sifan nodded indifferently, as if the dignified manager in front of him was no different from the doorman.

One evening half a month after the "July 13" case was solved, Gu Xiaobei quietly appeared at the D City train station alone. He wore a navy blue T-shirt on his upper body, a pair of light gray summer sandals on his feet, and carried a tan suitcase that was not old and new. No matter how he looked at it, he did not look like a senior white-collar worker from a C City import and export trading company. This is what Gu Xiaobei wants. He wants to hide himself in the vast sea of ​​​​people, so that Boss Yu is at a loss. Even if he has a nose as sensitive as a hound, he can't smell any clues about his whereabouts. His leave was secret. No one knows except the company boss. Even the boss only knew that he was on vacation and did not know his destination. When he arrived at Jixiang Hotel, he could no longer distinguish the person's appearance in the sultry night.

"Twenty-seven and thirty cents for you. Thank you for your patronage. Welcome to come again." Song Xiao had a warm smile on his face. No new customers came to check out for the time being, so she could rest for a while. She looked at her watch. It was already nine-twenty in the evening. I get off work in less than an hour. Her husband didn't have to work overtime tonight, so he agreed to pick her up from get off work, and they went to have supper together. Song Xiao was looking forward to it. My husband has been very busy with work recently, leaving early and coming back late. They have not had dinner together for several days. At this time, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the call came from an unfamiliar mobile number. "Hello." Song Xiao answered the phone. "Sister-in-law, it's me! Hoochman!"

They didn't go to listen to music that night, and Liao Yuntian didn't go back either. A master in love soothed a girl who longed for nourishment and was intoxicated. Lin Li finally fell in love with him. After Yuntian Breeding Company released the turtles, Liao Yuntian spent nearly a month living and eating in the company. He and the farm manager You Yang were inseparable, and restricted his younger brother Liao Yunhai from going out. He kept saying that he should not make the farm manager too tired, and he had to help with every big thing. In fact, on the one hand, he was worried about something going wrong with the tortoise worth nearly two million yuan in the water, and on the other hand, he wanted to quickly master the unique skill of traveling to the ocean and raising turtles. Although Youyang is stocky, he can still see this, so he always deliberately dawdles on key techniques, finishing the work quickly when the two brothers are not paying attention.

The year after the Anti-Japanese War broke out, Nantai Temple in Hengshan, Hunan. The thousand-year-old temple has gone through many vicissitudes of life and has long been dilapidated. However, hidden in this ruined temple is a national treasure - the body of Zen Master Wuji, an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty. The body is enshrined in a side hall next to the main hall, placed on an incense table and covered with a glass niche. Zen Master Wuji sat cross-legged inside, looking lifelike. One night, everything was silent. The young monk Mingxin, who slept in the side hall on night duty, helped the abbot and abbot secure the precious Buddhist books and other treasures in the temple during the day. He had been busy for a whole day and was already exhausted: the Japanese invaders would soon invade the Hengshan area. Mingxin yawned and got into bed. When he looked up, he saw the body of Zen Master Wuji again on the incense table. He remembered the words of Abbot Da Kong, saying that he must hide this treasure in a secret cave in the mountain the next morning to avoid any accidents: on the one hand, Japanese planes had dropped bombs, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the treasure would be robbed in the chaos.

The biting north wind whistled and howled miserably: the dust kicked up by the wind was flying all over the sky, and the world was in chaos. The dark door of Yintang Pharmacy, which faces the street, is half-closed. There was a middle-aged man standing inside the counter, holding an accounting book with one hand and fiddling with the black abacus beads with the other. He also looked out the door from time to time, hoping that there would be customers early in the morning. "Mr. Wang, my father is coughing up blood, please give me some medicine to save him!" A boy of 12 or 13 years old with ragged clothes and bare feet suddenly rushed into the door, startling Wang Yintang. Late last month, Wang Yintang was invited to his home for diagnosis: "The cold air enters the lungs, the bronchi swell, and the qi and blood congest the liver. Take a few medicines and you will slowly get better." Wang Yintang said to Zhang Dahan's family after taking his pulse.

If we return to the Ming Dynasty, how should we find the crisis roadmap for this dynasty? In other words, since when did the end of the Ming Dynasty quietly close? Perhaps we can start from the Wanli Year. What happened during the Wanli Year is really difficult to describe in one sentence. When Matteo Ricci, an observer of the national conditions of the late Ming Dynasty, came from Nanjing to Beijing along the Grand Canal, he sincerely marveled at the outward beauty and nobility of a dynasty. But Matteo Ricci would never have imagined that in the Forbidden City, a man named Zhang Juzheng was panting and carrying out reforms to turn the tide. This reform was so thrilling that in the end he became the victim of the grudges between two men, Zhang Juzheng and Emperor Wanli. The reform failed, the reformers suffered a reckoning, and vigorous palace battles continued for decades, until Emperor Wanli threatened a long strike - he would no longer go to court.

After passing Shanhaiguan, we arrived at the fat and oily Kanto. Zhang Wangchao and Wu Ruikun gasped for a while while looking at the huge plaque on the gate building of Shanhaiguan City that read "The First Pass in the World", and then suddenly jumped and cheered. It has been a full month and a half since they left Wagezhuang, Shandong. Dysentery broke out in their hometown, and all ten rooms were empty. Zhang Wangchao's mother and Wu Ruikun's father could not resist the torment of the plague and passed away. Soon, there was another locust plague in their hometown, and all the crops were eaten. In order to survive, Zhang Wangchao and Wu Ruikun had to go to Guandong together. When they left home, they didn't have much luggage. Halfway through, they were snatched away by bandits, so the two of them had to work part-time while rushing to Kanto.

Aquarius, blood type B. He is characterized by his amazing imagination, his passion for bloody events, and his irresistibility to mystery novels, especially the works of Agatha and Yokomori Masashi. His favorite is "The Devil Comes Playing the Flute". I like to wander around in search of delicious food, and my imagination never stops. The working efficiency is stable, the probability of draft is small, and it can be used repeatedly. Downtown, 12:15 p. M. The alarm bell of a commercial bank rang loudly, and the rolling shutter door slowly lowered. Through the glass door of the bank, one could vaguely see the elderly security guard being thrown to the ground. All the staff in the bank were forced to retreat to the corner, holding the back of their heads and squatting down in panic. A machine gun was facing them. Ten minutes ago, the city police station received an alert that a bank robbery had occurred in Xichao District.

"Look at your depressed look. Did something go wrong with the case of Gu Zhongru's murder at the Institute of Cultural Relics?" Nie Feng walked into the house, and his wife Mai Yun looked at his face critically and asked. "You have figured me out!" Nie Feng took off his coat and took off the tie around his neck. "The interrogation continued for another day, but this Feng Yiyuan refused to admit the facts of the crime." He sat down on the sofa tiredly. "Oh, is there such a thing?" Mai Yun followed him over. As the legal column editor and reporter of "Dongjiang Evening News", she used Nie Feng's relationship to report the case as soon as possible. In order to obtain more news and report the case in more detail, she is still paying close attention to the progress of the case. "Yes!" Nie Feng let out a long breath.

Lin Zi turned over on the bed and hugged her with his right hand to the left, but when the hug was empty, he realized that his wife was no longer there. A car accident three months ago turned a real body into a black-framed photo on the wall. Lin Zi could not adapt to this reality for a long time and felt that his wife was still alive. Lin Zi was a little worried. He looked at the clock on the wall opposite. It was a quarter past three in the morning. Lin Zi thought: It's better to go to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow. The next morning, Lin Zi finished breakfast and went to the police station to sign in. A few days ago, the village secretary of Wuliting Village called Lin Zi and said that two families in the village had been arguing several times over the road in front of their door. Both parties threatened to call people to "start a fight" and let Lin Zi have time to take a look. Lin Zi promised him to go there today.

Ge Hu's dark red face was a little flushed, and he was swaying from side to side as if he was drunk while riding the bicycle. Is it her? Ge Hu shook his head vigorously again, and kept making a "chirping" sound that no one could understand. It was her, Ge Hu was too familiar with her figure, even though they had been separated for nearly 20 years. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Ge Hu, who was immersed in endless reverie, couldn't help but shudder. Did she see me? You probably wouldn't have seen her, I passed her from behind on my bicycle. In fact, Ge Hu only saw her back, a thin and vicissitudes of a middle-aged woman who had gone through 20 years of hard work. She has changed a lot, but Ge Hu recognized her as soon as he saw her back. Her unique figure has an unforgettable memory in Ge Hu's mind.

Du Wenden was originally a middle school teacher. He lived in seclusion and detached himself from the world. However, he was involved in a sudden natural disaster and was entrusted by an old friend to help solve the problem. Without knowing it, he unexpectedly discovered a shocking secret. For the sake of huge market interests, someone wanted to change the world from the source to achieve the purpose of manipulating mankind. A life-and-death struggle between control and counter-control begins. Protecting the true essence and subverting humanity are incompatible. The seemingly calm rivers and lakes have since become foggy and turbulent.

Aoi Mashiro, a high school sophomore who has just moved to Kyoto for half a year, is trying to appraise the antiques left behind by her grandfather who passed away due to something. Mashiro Aoi went to the antique shop "Kura" in Teramachi Sanjo Shopping Street to seek help. In this antique shop, Aoi met the grandson of the owner of the antique shop. The college student trainee appraiser Seiki Katomo who helped with the appraisal work in the store. Although he looked like a weak and handsome man, Seiki Katoto was synonymous with "Sherlock Holmes". He had extremely keen intelligence about the things he saw and his processing ability was extremely fast. Qinggui discovered on the spot that Aoi had taken the antiques left by his grandfather out of the house without telling his family. In any case, it would require a large amount of money. Qinggui suggested that he work in this antique shop. From this, Aoi and Qinggui encountered various incidents together because of the antiques and Kyoto.

This book is a treasure hunting adventure novel. Set in the South China Sea, this book tells the story of a dangerous and mysterious adventure in search of a rich man and wild beasts. It truly shows the real folk customs of various places and shows readers a picture of a hunting civilization that is outside of modern civilization. This book cleverly introduces hunting story clues and fascinating folk legends, vividly tells a fascinating story of the ups and downs of a hunter, and also tells the unique regional environment and unique hunting culture.

Tao Lei's classmate got married today. After graduating from college, her classmate applied for a job in a securities company in the city, but her hometown was in the countryside. Her father is a village cadre. He wants to save face and must marry his daughter out of his hometown in a glamorous manner. Tao Lei drank the wedding wine with a group of other classmates. After watching the bridegroom's fleet of eight wedding cars pick up the bride, she told the other classmates that she had a cousin in this village, and her mother told her to take the time to visit. The classmates then said, "You go ahead, go ahead. We'll play cards here to get rid of the alcohol, and we'll go back together when you come." Tao Lei's cousin is named Wu Xinren, who is thirty-eight years old this year. Although Tao Lei's mother and Wu Xinren are cousins, they are separated by more than a hundred miles, so apart from seeing each other for weddings and funerals at their parents' homes, they don't have much contact with each other.

Dong Mei, a migrant girl from Sichuan, got into a fight with her housewife because she didn't wash her underwear, so she walked away and fired her. Dongmei is a nanny, and the housewife of this family is Zhao Na, the head nurse of a hospital. Dongmei was introduced to Zhao Na as a nanny by her second aunt Hua Hua. Hua Hua and Zhao Na were old classmates, and it was Hua Hua's idea for Dongmei to come to the city to work. On the day Dongmei and Zhao Na met, Hua Hua made an agreement with Zhao Na. According to the custom in Dongmei's hometown, Dongmei cannot wash the housewife's underwear. If she washes her underwear, she will not have children for the rest of her life, which is unlucky. Zhao Na happily agreed to this request.

It was Sunday morning when they saw the notice. It suddenly appeared on a telephone pole owned by the Hunshuitang Village Committee of Weiboyi Township, Shilin County. They were all printed on A4 paper, and the fonts were imitation Song Dynasty size 3. Because some places were specially bolded, the whole notice looked shocking: I killed Bi Chun. Because he was corrupt and perverted the law, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, offered and accepted bribes, ate, drank, prostituted and gambled, and committed all kinds of evil, he deserved his death. He became the director of the village committee through bribery. It was such a bully who drove me to the point of no return. I want to tell my fellow villagers that killing this kind of person is nothing, but I have to leave you and my hometown where I grew up for 40 years for such a bully... The signature is Jiang Shixing. Who doesn't know Jiang Shixing?

At six o'clock in the morning, Fang Yuan, the new host of the provincial capital TV station who had been busy all night, dragged his tired steps back to his attic residence. This attic was the "home" where she and her boyfriend lived together. The corridor, which was filled with a faint smell of garbage, was quiet. Fang Yuan took out the key and opened the door carefully, then walked in quietly. A strong smell of alcohol entered his nose, and Fangyuan caught a glimpse of a familiar pink leather bag on the sofa. It belonged to his good friend Huang Qingli. Why was her bag here? The bedroom door opened, and the scene in front of her almost made her stop breathing - she saw two people wrapped in a big quilt on the bed: her boyfriend Li Yang and her friend Huang Qingli. Sky!

The autumnal equinox has passed for two days, but compared with summer, the temperature has not dropped much. Huo Min was sitting on the rooftop on the third floor of the school reading a book. Occasionally, a gust of autumn wind blew, but it still carried the heat of summer. There was no class that afternoon and he didn't want to go home, so he came here to read. The reason why I chose the rooftop of the teaching building is because it will never be disturbed by anyone. What he was reading was a book called "The Psychology of Suggestion". He has read this book twice. Based on some theoretical knowledge in the book, combined with the psychological suggestion skills taught to him by his adoptive father, he quietly guided and manipulated the psychology of his classmates several times, trying to control their behavior, with good results. This made him more and more interested in the science of psychological suggestion.

Qapqal... Many strange things have happened in this place, and they have never stopped since ancient times. It is said that a long time ago, there was a tribe or a country on this land, but it suddenly and mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a large cemetery at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and the ruins of several ancient castles. I have always wanted to be a shaman, to understand and get in touch with things other than nature. Grandma firmly opposed it. She said that there are too many mysteries and evils between heaven and earth, which will plunge your soul into endless confusion and confusion, and you will never find peace... She always said to me: "You must learn to live peacefully and peacefully under the sun." But I don't understand what is hidden in this sentence.

Jin Yuchang did not expect that Wu Hongxue's construction of a village road would cause him so much trouble. I expected this kid to do something to put some money on his face, but unexpectedly he made a big fuss, causing trouble in the province and Beijing, and even the municipal party committee secretary had to intervene in the matter. Jin Yuchang was so angry that he threw his head and couldn't find a hard surface. After the provincial task force withdrew, Jin Yuchang tried all kinds of tricks. His legs became thinner and his mouth was worn out. He thought of all the ways he should think of and did all the work he should do, but he still couldn't solve the problem. Both sides are working hard, and no one is willing to give in. Moreover, things got worse and worse.

The fame of spring plowing originated from a thrilling accident. That day, Chun Geng was combing his cattle with a scratcher. Suddenly, hoarse screams and shouts came from the street. The shouts were from men and women, which was heart-stopping. Chun Geng rushed out of the yard and ran to the street. Several women screamed and stumbled running eastward along the street. Several bicycles were scattered on the street. Among them, the magnolia in red clothes is particularly eye-catching. A strong bull with its head tilted to one side, dragging its reins, ran wildly from west to east and chased after it, causing the street to tremble. The smelly man in his sixties was running behind and shouting something, when he suddenly fell down. Chun Geng saw that this was Stinky Dung leading his breeding cow to the bay to drink water. The breeding cow suddenly saw the girl in red clothes, was stimulated, broke away from the reins and rushed over.

As soon as the people from the construction committee left He'an Village, the villagers of He'an Village exploded. He'an Village is called He'an Village because a small river flowed through the village decades ago. The old people in the village have told future generations about the river countless times. When the old man talked about the river, his eyes radiated with fascination. Forget it, you can't help but sigh and say, alas, it's gone... But now, the disappeared river has miraculously returned, flowing in the blood of the villagers, and every villager has become a boiling river. Of course, the villagers with bright eyes and rapid breathing were not only excited, but also settling accounts down to earth. Since the number of acres of land owned by each family is different, the calculations are also different. But the same thing is that they have never seen so much compensation money in this life, and they probably will not see this much in the next life. Although the land is gone, the house is gone.

Marcus, an up-and-coming writer who became an instant hit because of a book, was pursued by publishers and agents for his manuscript, but he encountered severe writing block. With no other solution, he had no choice but to turn to Harry Gobert, a nationally renowned literary writer, mentor and friend. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly discovered a murder case that occurred more than 30 years ago: a 15-year-old girl, Nora, passed away and her body was buried in the backyard of Gobert's house! Marcus is the only person who believes in his mentor's innocence. Now, he must solve three problems in a very short time: 1: Who killed Nora? 2: What happened in the summer of 1975? Three: How can you save people by writing a book?

On a speeding train on a rainy night, a mysterious female body is left behind. Who staged the murder in front of everyone? Why did the female body that was originally lying in City A suddenly miraculously appear in City B? There were many "biting" cases on the streets late at night. Many people claimed that they saw a bloody mouth coming towards them, and then their noses and ears were bitten off. Are there really "man-eating zombies"? Since then, five murders have occurred in the city. Could it be that another "zombie" is still lingering? Late at night, he wanted to peek twice, but he frequently smelled the smell of death. Was it fate, or was he accidentally trapped in a dead end? The murderer who was obviously dead committed crimes again in a different place ten days later. Is this a clever trick, or is there another hidden agenda? In a speeding taxi, the driver suddenly died suddenly. All the passengers were not the murderers. Apart from them, was there an invisible person in the car?

The collection of short stories "The Mistakes of Top Students" is composed of twelve reasoning short stories, including the works "The Mistakes of Top Students", "Companion", "In the Name of Love", "Deviation", "Prosthetic Eyes", "Who Touched His Body", "The Conspiracy of the Sea", "The Confusion of Top Students", "Killing Love", "Epidemic", and "Lies". The collection is mainly about reasoning and solving puzzles. All events must have their reasons and processes. Find it, solve it, and the truth will naturally be revealed.

Anna's thirteen-year-old eldest daughter Julie was held hostage at knifepoint and left home. The last witness to see Julie was her ten-year-old sister Jane. After that night, the family was torn apart by Julie's disappearance. Eight years later, Julie suddenly found herself back. Anna thought that the eight-year nightmare was finally over, but slowly she discovered that everything became strange: her daughter Julie lied to the police, avoided meeting with the psychiatrist, and even sneaked around the town to carry out her own plans... Anna tried not to break the good hope and pretended to be indifferent to everything. But all clues point to the fact that this girl may not be her real daughter Julie. As Anna's investigation and Julie's memories intersect, the cruel truth gradually emerges...

Yue Yong, a suspense novel writer who has become a dark horse in recent times, is a member of the Guangdong Provincial Writers Association. He is a master of suspense novels like Spider, Remy, and Qin Ming. He wrote the "Crime" series of crime novels, which have repeatedly topped the best-selling lists of various books and are hotly discussed and sought after by millions of netizens! "The Murderer" is rich in knowledge of criminal investigation, criminal psychology, and forensic science, and the author's fantastic imagination makes the work both appealing and in-depth, highly readable, and can also trigger readers' deep reflections. It is the author's blockbuster work that surpasses "The Crime" in an all-round way.

"Five hundred arhats went to the Buddha's head, the abyss opened and ghosts collected it, and the spiritual blood was sacrificed at the bottom of Jinling. Eight palaces and one river flowed for eternity." - On the banks of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing City, Professor Wang, Chen Bachi and others I accidentally discovered a huge secret, and were implicated. We accidentally entered the underground world and experienced a treacherous underground world. During the exploration, Professor Wang revealed a forbidden book from the Ming Dynasty, which recorded the locations of all the Dragon Wells in the vast land of China. According to the content of this book, we found the mysterious underground palace established by the Ming Dynasty royal family. In addition to countless treasures, there was also a more shocking information hidden in the underground palace. As a result, we uncovered a conspiracy that had been brewing for thousands of years. It subverted people's long-held understanding, and the ending was extremely shocking.

This is a suspense novel, the story revolves around a murder case. Detective Ma Beifeng has just turned around from the time of committing a case, but he is blocked by the mystery of the deceased's famous calligraphy and painting. The murderer is obviously around, but the clues are interrupted again and again, confusing and foggy... The plot of the novel is vivid, the characters are real and touching, and the theme is thought-provoking.

"Assassin" is a collection of works by the famous best-selling author Long Yi, consisting of five novellas. The "meaning of Spring and Autumn" that has lingered in the hearts of Chinese people for thousands of years has been interpreted differently under the change of time and space. The so-called "righteous man" is a Liang Shang gentleman who accidentally got involved in the political struggle, but put himself in a life and death dilemma? Or is he the fourth-generation loyal servant of a traitor who bears the heavy fate of "turning back on his master"? Or is he the Yangzhou chef who is willing to die in order to repay his great kindness with the thought of "sacrifice his life for righteousness"? Long Yi used his skillful brushwork and ingenious conception to interpret the struggle and displacement of human nature with the word "righteousness" at the forefront of all sentient beings.

During the famine years, a village boy read out the "Guanyin Lotus" written on a white paper after swallowing a frog that jumped out of a coffin. The boy was hated by his mother and loved by his father. The father wanted to send the boy to a temple to beg for food, but unfortunately he drowned on the way to ask for medicine for the boy. The boy became an incense stick, forgot his original name, and had three masters, a master who could sit in a vat, a second master who might be a wanted criminal, and a junior master who searched for his biological mother all over the world... In the absurd years, people wanted to "break the four olds" and smash the Bodhisattva statues. This young man who did not believe in Bodhisattvas saw his father's soul in someone's ravings...

In "The Blade," Matthew Scudder walks through the doors of Alcoholics Anonymous. He was entrusted to find a girl who had been missing for three weeks. There was no progress in the case. The girl disappeared like air. She keeps to herself, but doesn't spend much time in her suite. Where could she go if she was so lonely? Will she go to the park and talk to the pigeons? At the same time, Eddie, a friend of the Alcoholics Anonymous Association, was found hanging in his residence by Scudder before he could express his thoughts. This book won the 1990 Shamus Award for Novel.