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Matthew went to the boxing ring to investigate a case. In the audience, he noticed a man with a little boy. The man inadvertently stroked the boy's hair with his hands, which triggered Matthew's memory: he saw the entire process of a man and a woman brutally killing a boy on a videotape. As Matthew pursues, the two cases actually intersect.

"Crimes of the Father" is the debut work of Matthew Scudder, a popular character written by Lawrence Block, the master of American hard-boiled detective novels. The story takes place in New York in the 1970s. A young girl died tragically in a Greenwich Village apartment, and the whole bed turned into a sea of ​​blood. The boy who lived with her rushed to the street covered in blood, was arrested as a murderer, and then committed suicide in prison. The girl's father found Scudder, hoping to know who his daughter was and why she was killed...

A promising publishing lawyer was shot dead on the streets of New York in the dark night. The murderer found by the police was a homeless man with mental problems who wandered the streets all day long. New York caused a panic and continued discussions. However, the suspect's younger brother did not believe that his brother, who was stimulated by the Vietnam War, could be the murderer and begged Matthew to come forward as a detective to find the real murderer.

Will, who claims to be the "will of the people," will first write a letter to Marty McGraw's column in the Daily News, and then use lynching to deal with several villains who cannot be punished by law for the public, including a child killer, a gang boss, a murderer who bombed an abortion clinic, and a black racist. Matthew Scudder's client this time is the lawyer who allowed the child killer to regain his freedom. He is being named by Will, and he will be the next to be executed by the "will of the people"...

Liu Dazhuang was born in Sichuan. Later, something happened to his family and he fled to the Northeast. Later, he was deliberately captured in a battle as a soldier. He was later rescued by comrades from the Northeast Anti-Japanese Alliance and sent to a farmhouse in Hexi Village to recuperate. During this period, he met Novsky, a platoon leader of the Soviet Red Army. The two "learned from the villagers that there was a man on the mountain full of They found the "Tiger Cave" of the treasure and got a treasure map from it. The treasure map records the location of the four jade lions. After gathering them together, they can find the lost Ansu treasure in Changbai Mountain. Under the pretext of resisting Japan, the two started to seize the treasure in order to make a fortune. In the end, although they found the treasure, they paid a heavy price.

The security officer of the 308 Military Industrial Research Institute was murdered. The Xijin National Security Bureau discovered the latest bug developed by the CIA in the conference room of the institute. Agent Ling Su was appointed as the leader of the "Joint Task Force" jointly established by the Ministry of National Security and was ordered to eliminate the traitors. Ling Su's investigation revealed that the killer group under Hong Kong's Gu Group has close "business ties" with Japan's Okawa Society, which has been serving the CIA... Meng Kexin, who used his identity as a businessman as a cover to conduct espionage activities, tried to escape from the sea and was eventually captured by Ling Su.

The U. S. Central Intelligence Agency formulated the "Scorpion Project" aimed at obtaining information on China's development of weapons and equipment, and Taiwan's "Military Intelligence Bureau" set up the "Scorpion Project" to fully cooperate. Liu Ruyan was appointed as the person in charge of the "Scorpion Project". China's national security agency intercepted the top-secret information she stole about stealth aircraft, but has never been able to find out how the information was leaked. Agent Xiao Lie was ordered to detect the "Poison Scorpion Project". After Liu Ruyan learned Xiao Lie's true identity, she first deliberately approached him and then tried to kidnap him. A sudden snowstorm disrupted Liu Ruyan's plan. Xiao Lie rescued Liu Ruyan who was injured in the snowstorm and began to doubt her identity. Liu Ruyan simply disclosed her identity as a spy and dealt with Xiao Lie...

Readers from all over the world spend an average of one night reading it! The suspenseful masterpiece by Ken Follett, the author of "Fall of Giants" and master of all-night novels. Literature is full of lovable villains and sexy bad guys, and this assassin is it! This book once again pushes the tension to its peak, which is more exciting than drinking a strong drink in one gulp! He was a desperate assassin who fled abroad. In order to prevent Russia from being involved in World War I, he came to London alone to assassinate the Russian envoy. Churchill and the entire London police force were closing in on him, making the assassination difficult. At this time, the appearance of a woman brought a turning point to the assassination, but also led to a secret that had been hidden for 19 years...

A masterpiece by P. D. James, the master of contemporary mystery novels. P. D. James is one of the few mystery novel writers to win both the "Diamond Dagger" of the British Mystery Writers Association and the "Master Award" of the Writers Association of America. Everyone has been swayed by desire, and only a few people have found themselves in desire. In a church outside London, former MP Paul Boloni was brutally murdered with his throat cut, but there were no signs of a fight at the scene. This death case, which cannot be classified as suicide, is even more unusual because of the many incidents that occurred during the deceased's lifetime. As the investigation deepens, the Chief Superintendent discovers that behind the Baron, there is a secret of a big family that is bright on the surface but actually broken: relatives who compete for fame and fortune, servants with ulterior motives, and indifferent people around them...

Readers from all over the world spend an average of one night reading it! The suspenseful masterpiece by Ken Follett, the author of "Fall of Giants" and master of all-night novels. Two passionate young people embarked on a thrilling escape between three cities. Every minute is so real, tense and exciting that it makes your heart beat faster! In a coal mining area in Scotland in 1767, an uneasy force surged: two restless young people - a miner who did not want to be a slave for the rest of his life, and a young lady who did not want to be content with the status quo - they were unwilling to be imprisoned by life and fate, so they tried their best to escape from here, but fell into trouble again and again...

Hana Kotani and Kanade Ryota graduated from an art university in Kanagawa a year ago. Although they majored in directing, there are very few people who can actually work as directors after graduation. Both Hana and Ryota, who formed a film shooting team in college, are well aware of this. After graduation, the two of them went to live in Tokyo with three or four friends from the same school. This place was different from the small town in their hometown. Whenever the windows were opened, light would shine into the house. However, the lighting in this building was not like the morning sun at all and could not bring any warmth. Fortunately, the room was decorated very warmly. The curtains were made of soft cotton with a simple blue and white plaid pattern. As long as the curtains were drawn, it was a world of their own.

It was almost six o'clock when Natsuo Heda arrived at the scene of the incident, and it was already mostly dark. He was accompanied by his colleague Taisuke Noguchi, a police officer from the Investigation Division. The deceased was a single male Ichiro Inoue who lived on the fourth floor of this luxury apartment. His neighbor found the door of Inoue's house open when he went out for a morning run. After shouting several times without getting a response from the door, he entered the house to check. That's when he discovered Inoue's body and quickly called the police. Before Xia Xu woke up, she squinted her eyes because of the sleepiness. She had already completed the fingerprint collection work at the scene. She took a short rest and listened to Taifu and the team leader who had just arrived to introduce the situation.

Before Paul Mankel was arrested on August 7, 2012, the public had various speculations about him. Because he used the "Jack the Ripper" method of committing crimes, people generally thought that he was a tall, strong and fierce man. However, when Edward escorted him out of the hotel room where he was hiding, the media was in an uproar. He is short and thin, only 1.60 Meters tall, and has a lewd gaze. When he raises his eyes to look at people, people always think of a timid mouse and want to slap him. However, it was he who continued the cruel methods of "Jack the Ripper" and killed four women who were all taller than him. Today, sitting in front of Edward and Duncan in the visiting room, Paul Mankel was as wretched as ever, although he had some wrinkles.

As the night slowly came, Lu Mingyuan curled up his body as much as possible and hid in his own world. In his sleep, he suddenly felt a slight chill, as if someone quietly walked up to him and blew into his ear. Lu Mingyuan opened his eyes almost instinctively. At the same moment, his hand touched the golden sword under the pillow. The sword was as silky, gentle and delicate, but it could also kill people in just a moment. The golden sword trembled slightly in the air, its cold sword light shining brightly. Lu Mingyuan woke up from his dream, thinking it was just another nightmare of his.

Since the mystery of Su Qingyuan's death was solved last time, the Xueyi Holy Sect became famous in the world, so people from all walks of life came to visit Ziyun Lane in Luoyang City, and ordered that they must meet the sect leader Bai Muyi. At first, the sect leader Bai Muyi was quite proud, and he took the trouble to explain the whole process of his reasoning that day to the visitors. Living like this for three or four days is really enjoyable. However, the world is so vast, and the visitors from Sanchuan and Wuyue soon made Master Bai almost collapse. The mighty Ruosuru Grand Manager was finally defeated by these tenacious visitors. If not for Shang Xueqi's cleverness, and Yue Qiuxu's alliance with Yue Qiuxu, they turned everyone into pockmarked faces, and released the news that smallpox was rampant in the Snow-clothed Sect and infected everyone they met, thus curbing the crazy visitors a little.

The Jade Villa is one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in S city. The top-level suites are noble and luxurious, but at this moment, they are shrouded in the terror of death. "The body was discovered early this morning." The police officer who investigated the scene reported, "The deceased's name was Chen Letian, male, 24 years old, actor. The time of death was around 12 o'clock last night. The cause of death was excessive blood loss." Mo Yan looked down at the naked body on the bed and asked, "Do you think it was done by the same group of people?" "Judging from the plasma concentration and layout of the crime scene, nine out of ten cases were committed by the same group of people. " Ouyang Tao, the psychological consultant of the task force, said, his eyes shifting from the large red mark on the mattress to the wall, "Similar to the murder scenes of writer Lin Fan and real estate tycoon Zhang Bin, the murderer used the victim's blood to leave a text on the wall. "

I, Li Daqi, am the youngest in the list of escorts in the Mighty Escort Agency. I have wasted twenty-two years, and my characteristics are: handsome, handsome, handsome. Just remember to be handsome. Lu Weimeng, my master, is the head of the escort agency. Characteristics: The heart is the same as Guanyin, the face is like Tathagata, and the mouth is as good as Tang Sanzang! Gillian, the daughter of my master, is extremely beautiful. He is nineteen years old, and his nickname is Gillian. His real name is said to be hard to hear, so he is still unknown. Duan Budie is a master of the Eight Sages Prince's Palace. He is very tall, ugly, stupid, and has no sense of loyalty. Bell, the little maid from the Palace of the Eight Sages. Sixteen or seventeen years old. Characteristics: Three strings of silver bells hanging around his neck, mute. Gao Legao is known as "the most handsome guy in the world".

It's time to tell the story of forensic doctor Lu Hong. At this time she was rushing to a crime scene. The city had fallen asleep, and the noise gradually stopped. As he walked, Lu Hong discerned a sound from the increasingly thick silence. She had not heard of this voice for a long time. That's the sound of crickets. It's not that it's hard to hear crickets chirping in the city, but that this chirping has left a deep mark on Lu Hong's psychology. The cry was far away, hiding in a certain place, very weak, but never stopping. The police car that Lu Hong was riding in was like a night walker on the road, moving quickly and quietly.

It was raining heavily outside the window of the private hospital. The doctor could no longer remember how many nights he had worked overtime, nor how long it had been since he had slept. But even so, Charlotte's situation is getting worse. He thought that the reason why she could miraculously support her until now was because of her extremely strong desire to return to the stage, but he really didn't know if he could persist. The overloaded work for many days gave the doctor a splitting headache. He lay down in the armchair and lit a cigarette. After a few puffs, the doorbell rang. Who else would come so late? When he opened the door of the clinic, standing outside the door was his wife.

At night in May, the temperature drops very quickly, forming a sharp contrast with the heat of the day. There was no one on the road, and the lonely street lamps stood on both sides of the street, emitting a cold halo. I was so drunk that I staggered out of the bar with a shy belly. I couldn't find an empty taxi outside. I walked and stopped along the road, and a gust of cold wind blew, and I woke up from the wine. The thin white shirt stuck tightly to the surface of the skin, and the cold wind blew straight up from the trouser legs. The hot alcoholic feeling dissipated in an instant, and the body began to shiver involuntarily. I shrunk my neck, crossed my arms across my chest, and moved forward. After walking for about half an hour, I unknowingly came to a main road. Looking around, I saw a majestic viaduct standing a few hundred meters ahead.

Tuesday, after school. I walked slowly alone with my bag diagonally across my shoulder. As soon as I left school, I was pulled aside violently! He was still in shock, and even more upset when he saw the person coming. "Brother Hua, why are you here?" Suppressing my guilty conscience, I just stared at my toes. "You have the nerve to ask me? I made so many calls today and didn't answer them!" The man who spoke had a yellow comb on his head and was wearing a sleeveless denim vest. His thick arms with dragon tattoos were dancing in the air. "I didn't answer the phone because it was out of battery. Didn't I tell you to come to our school less often? If the teacher saw it, it would be time to find trouble."

The vendor's cart passed in front of me as if it was passing by the tip of my nose, and gradually moved away. There are many glass sink-like things on the car. However, there was something inside that could not be seen clearly because it was blocked by the man pushing the cart. The man has permed curly hair and is wearing a bright summer jumper that is common in the entertainment industry. On his short and fat neck, a gold necklace shines. "Ah, it's a monkey!" A cheerful young voice sounded from the side. Several college students who were shopping shouted and surrounded the vendor's cart. However, the man pushing the cart slowly moved towards the center of Kabukicho without stopping.

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

I have lived in this community for almost a year, but I still don't know a few of my neighbors. Apart from the few "comrades" who had trouble with the developer when we first bought the house, the only people I knew were my colleague Zhao Ning, who had bought the house before me, and the group of old men and women downstairs who often gathered together to play mahjong - they only recognized their faces, but most of them didn't know their last names. In the unit where I live, there are often one or two unfamiliar faces. According to the property manager, there was a house on the top floor that was rented out. Because the landlord was harsh, the tenants changed several times. The last tenants on the top floor were two young men who had just graduated. They went out before dawn every day and came home in the early morning. They were said to work in IT.

It's time to tell the story of forensic doctor Lu Hong. At this time she was rushing to a crime scene. The city had fallen asleep, and the noise gradually stopped. As he walked, Lu Hong discerned a sound from the increasingly thick silence. She had not heard of this voice for a long time. That's the sound of crickets. It's not that it's hard to hear crickets chirping in the city, but that this chirping has left a deep mark on Lu Hong's psychology. The cry was far away, hiding in a certain place, very weak, but never stopping. The police car that Lu Hong was riding in was like a night walker on the road, moving quickly and quietly.

He likes tattoos. Touch it on the smooth skin, and a stream of clear smoke will rise up, with a slight itch in the sting, bringing out a touch of hallucination. One blue dot follows another, and at first the whole pattern is not visible, just some broken dots. But he is very patient, one dot after another, and sooner or later a pattern will magically appear on the skin, showing his unique and thoughtful approach. It's a pity that he is now in prison and unable to use his fists. He was sentenced to death with a two-year suspended sentence. So, he used homemade blue potion to give tattoos to the inmates when he was taking a break or taking a break from work. Du Wen is in a place on the body that is covered by clothes, a place that no third person knows except him and the tattooed person.

At the turn of summer and autumn, typhoons hit Nagoya as usual. Qingyi High School is located near 2-chome in Mizuho District. It is an old private high school with a good reputation. Four days have passed since Moeko Toi, from Class 2, Class 3, disappeared. According to Moeko's parents, their daughter started acting strange a month ago. Although I had my own ideas before when I was in high school, I would go shopping with my friends on weekends or after club activities, but I would always agree with them in advance, and I would tell them interesting stories about school when I came back. Moeko is a lively girl, and the atmosphere at home becomes warmer and more harmonious because of her.

At the beginning of the new century, Sherlock Holmes' unparalleled reasoning ability was almost a household name on the European continent. Although there were many cases that gave him a stage to display his reasoning art, few cases involved so many prominent figures and bizarre endings. It was an evening in February 1903. The wind was biting. I walked back to Barker Street with my good friend Sherlock Holmes. It seemed as if there was ice on our bodies. We quickly returned to Holmes's spacious and messy living room. We immediately gathered in front of the hot fireplace and rubbed our stiff hands together, as if blood was flowing in our veins.

That lazy and slightly greedy voice sounded in the empty apartment. Asahina closed her eyes and stretched out her arms to stretch her body. The thin white quilt was rolled up and made a rustling sound. Asahina frowned slightly and shook his head along with the music. The afternoon sun covered his eyelids wantonly, and a sultry crimson color floated in his mind. When the song "Supersonic" was halfway through, Asahina suddenly woke up while lying in bed, and he realized that this psychedelic tune was his cell phone ringtone. "Hello." Asahina saw that the caller was her boss and immediately frowned in frustration. He sat up straight and tried his best to sound energetic, but unfortunately his slightly hoarse voice was full of fatigue.

The key only turned once and the door opened. Someone was home. Shiina Reijima took off his shoes at the entrance and called home: "I'm back." His mother came out of the kitchen and looked at him doubtfully: "There is no football team training this morning, why are you back?" Reijima answered vaguely, ran to the chair next to the dining table and sat down, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, turned around to find the notepad in the bag, and copied the contents on the paper. "What is that?" It was midsummer, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the mother raised the air conditioner in the room by one degree. She leaned down and looked at her son, who had just entered the fifth grade of elementary school. He was recording something with a serious face, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the pen turned white.

Luo Wu stood like a wooden stake for who knows how long. If people really have seven emotions and six desires, then at this moment they were twisted into a knot and wrapped tightly around his neck. Zhang Xiaohong, his ex-wife, was dead and lying at his feet, with a fruit knife stuck in his back. Blood had soaked through his clothes and was dripping onto the floor. Am I the murderer? Luo Wu kept thinking about this sentence in his head, over and over again, unable to stop it. So why should I do this? He slapped his forehead hard several times, and the shock slowly made him regain consciousness.

When it got dark, a man came. He walked through the bushes in the yard in the twilight, his fingers passing over the tree crowns, making a rustling sound. Most people didn't notice him. I was sitting by the window. Through the window, I saw the dark bushes swaying unnaturally. The figure of the man merged with the darkness, and I couldn't tell whether he was fat or thin. I didn't realize what kind of person this was at all. When he walked up the steps, I turned on the light in front of the door. At this time, you can clearly see his appearance through the floor-to-ceiling windows: thin, wearing a black suit and a pair of sunglasses, which is the classic look of the underworld in the movie. He rang the doorbell in front of the door. A girl sitting by the door jumped up and opened the door. Before the door was fully opened, he had already slipped in like a loach.

"Are you sure you're not tricking me into going on a blind date this time?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Shi Jun took the trouble to ask Huo Gang, who was driving. Huo Gang stepped on the brakes hard and stared at Shi Jun angrily. Even though he was such a good-tempered person, he was upset by the question. He pointed at the tip of Shi Jun's straight nose: "Shi Jun, are you so idiotic that you can't remember my words? You asked me about this eleven times! Eleven times! If you dare to ask me one more question, get out of here right away!" "Please stop the car, I'll go down and thank you." Huo Gang gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about Shi Jun. Tonight, the director asked Shi Jun to attend the banquet. This man was so aggressive that it seemed like everyone was lying to him! Is Huo Gang a liar? Definitely not. But it's not possible to really let Shi Jun go. The director has nothing to do.

After get off work, Yang Bai walked to the station to wait for the bus bound for his home, as usual at this time. He looked at the cars passing by in front of him, his eyes showing anxiety. He had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, but he still didn't see the No. 25 Bus. It was the rush hour after get off work, and more and more people were waiting for the bus, making the station seem a bit crowded. Two beggars, one big and one small, were begging in the crowd. When almost everyone saw them coming towards them, they frowned and took a few steps back, with a look of disgust on their faces. This kind of scene is everywhere in this city, and Yang Bai has become accustomed to it. The little beggar was probably only seven or eight years old. He was looking at Yang Bai eagerly, his eyes full of expectation.

The sky was frighteningly overcast, and there was a burst of heat in the air that was so oppressive that it made people breathless. Lao Li looked up at the sky. A dark cloud was approaching from the south. It looks like a thunderstorm is coming soon. Lao Li sighed, shouted to the old cow grazing not far away, and muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with the weather this year, it seems like it's leaking..." The khaki old cow was still grazing leisurely, chewing slowly and regularly, completely ignoring the coming storm. Lao Li saw that the cow's head was already stretching towards a grave. He took a few steps, picked up the cow's reins, and dragged it outside. This is the ancestral mausoleum of Lao Li's family. In rural areas, each family has its own mausoleum, usually built in the wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

Spring 2010, Shenyang City, Tawan Primary School. After school, her mother took Chu Xiang home. When passing by the Carrefour supermarket, she wanted to buy something, so she asked Chu Xiang to wait for her at the door. At the entrance of the mall, a huge teddy bear was dancing and handing out small gifts to children passing by. This is a way for many businesses to attract customers. Chu Xiang stood on the side of the street with his schoolbag on his back, licking the big cone in his hand and looking at the furry teddy bear curiously. The teddy bear man seemed to have noticed Chu Xiang. "It" came dancing and looked at the child for a while, then picked out a one-piece doll from the basket and placed it in Chu Xiang's hand.

Portraits of the victims of the "Liu Yian Serial Murder Case" appeared in the farm, and Gao Yi found clues to the "Dolma Rooftop". It turned out that the coerced painter Shang Yu was Ge Zhou's boyfriend. Lu Hong and Gao Yi were once again in crisis... Gao Yi returned to the thangka production studio - Dolma Rooftop. Night fell slowly like a thickening fog. A little light appeared behind the curtain on the roof of Dolma, sharp and bright in the night fog. Gao Yi walked in behind the curtain. If Shang Yu did not write "Iariba" on Yu Wanshi's hairpin, and if he did not use red coral raw materials, then these two clues could only be left intentionally by Liu Yian, in order to make Gao Yi willingly enter the trap he set and face Shang Yuke's suicide alone.

Yun Duo felt a tightness in his chest and his breathing became rapid. As soon as Pizuti made a move, he noticed Yun Duo's discomfort, propped up his upper body on his elbows, and peered into her expression. "Is it uncomfortable here?" He stroked Yunduo's naked and hot chest to help her calm down. "Can you not do it..." Yun Duo frowned in his arms and begged softly with his eyelids closed. The storm outside the window almost drowned out her voice. Pizuti was inevitably discouraged, rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He was so horny that he looked like a angry child. He couldn't say anything. Yun Duo has a heart disease and is recovering. But it's not all because of this. Yunduo's mood was unstable tonight, and it was awkward from the beginning.

The name of the story hints at its ending and hints at the fate of the characters. Yes, at the end of the story, something always dies, maybe the body, maybe the soul. Winter is always so bleak in the early morning, and it brings people's mood down with it. Forensic doctor Lu Hong's mood was affected by the weather for no reason, and he felt a little indescribable depression. The winter wind shook the nearly dry branches, making her heart very uneasy. Finally arriving home, she tiredly took out her house keys and as soon as she opened the door, a surprise appeared.

This woman was really puzzled. She didn't know who they were and what they were doing when they came to her door. She knew they were not salesmen, for salesmen did not go out in groups of three to peddle goods. She put down the rag, wiped her hands nervously on her apron, and walked toward the door. Something went wrong? Is Stephen okay? She opened the door and faced them, trembling with nervousness, her hazel face turning pale. She noticed that they all had white business cards stuck in their hat rings. They scrambled forward, trying to push others aside. "Is that Mrs. Meade?" Asked the person at the front.

Comell Woolrich: Born in New York City in 1903. He began writing novels while at Columbia University in the 1820s. From the 1930s to the 1940s, he became one of the founders of "black genre" novels together with Raymond Chandler and James M. Cain. He wrote classic suspense novels known as the "Noir Series" such as "Rear Window" and "I Married a Dead Man". A large number of his works have been adapted into films by later generations, the most famous of which are Hitchcock's "Rear Window" and Chu Fu's "The Bride in Black". Cornell Woolridge died of alcoholism in 1968. She signed a death warrant for herself. He told himself over and over again that it was not his fault, it was all her own fault. He had never seen that man.

The whole strange thing started ten years ago. The suburbs of Shanghai in the 1820s were beautiful, quiet and pleasant, and very livable. Some tea merchants and silk merchants from northern Jiangsu, Jiangsu and Zhejiang bought land and properties here because they had to travel between the two places all year round. Mr. Zhuang, the owner of Zhuangjia Xiaolou, is a businessman with such a background. Mr. Zhuang's son has just turned six years old. In order for his child to receive a Western education in the future, Mr. Zhuang's family moved to Shanghai from Zhejiang. In addition to Mr. Zhuang's family of three, there are also several servants and the housekeeper Ananda. The design of the dealer's small building is exquisite and elegant, and the small building is particularly eye-catching among the numerous villas. The banker is a kind-hearted and charitable person, and the neighbors have a good impression of their family. No one could have imagined that within half a year of moving in, something unexpected happened to them.

The subway is the most convenient means of transportation for modern urbanites. The person who invented the subway must have never imagined that that small tin box could accommodate so many people who were squeezed out of shape. Subway people like me have long been accustomed to being calm in any cramped and crowded environment. As soon as I stepped off the subway, I naturally turned left. Five meters away from the subway entrance, there is a four-square-meter newsstand. The two iron doors that open outward are covered with colorful magazines. Buying a morning newspaper from the newsstand every morning is an unshakable habit of mine. Habits are terrible. Once you stick to the same behavior for many years, it will become a part of your life.

Today is a day of universal celebration, because this year is the first time in our history that our country will host the Olympic Games, and the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games will be today. However, for me, today is the most painful and despairing day in my life. Today's experience has completely changed my life. From now on, I will be a walking dead until the end of my life... Today is my eleventh birthday. When I got up early in the morning, my father and mother gave me a necklace as a birthday gift. The pendant is a silver crab, and my zodiac sign is Cancer. My parents' ideas are unique and I can't put it down. After breakfast, my father smiled and said to me: "I am going to the bakery to get the birthday cake. Do you want to go with me?" I danced: "I want to go! I want to go!"

I stood at the entrance of an alley five hundred meters away from the subway entrance, holding a CD in my hand and looking around. "Hey, uncle, uncle, do you want to watch this kind of disc? It's colorful!" If I see a wretched uncle passing by, I will go up to him, show a cute smile, and sell him the disc. You guessed it! I am a vendor selling those kind of CDs. What is different from the traditional women who sell pirated discs is that what I carry on my back is not a child, but a JANSPORT backpack. Whenever there is any disturbance, I run away as fast as a rabbit.

In fact, December in previous years was not as cold as it is now. At this time of year, pedestrians in S City have become rare and precious. Even in the cross streets with prosperous commerce, you can only occasionally see a tottering customer slowly walking under the eaves, patting the snow on his shoulders. At this time, a thinly dressed woman stood in front of the door of No. 71 Cross Street, biting her black and purple lips, looking into the door tremblingly. "Excuse me, is this a detective agency?" Zou Yuxian was reading the local news in the newspaper when he heard someone speaking: "No." The voice of the answer was not angry. It's no wonder, because reading the newspaper every morning is the time that Zou Yuxian enjoys the most, and he doesn't want to be disturbed.

The subway is the most convenient means of transportation for modern urbanites. The person who invented the subway must have never imagined that that small tin box could accommodate so many people who were squeezed out of shape. Subway people like me have long been accustomed to being calm in any cramped and crowded environment. As soon as I stepped off the subway, I naturally turned left. Five meters away from the subway entrance, there is a four-square-meter newsstand. The two iron doors that open outward are covered with colorful magazines. Buying a morning newspaper from the newsstand every morning is an unshakable habit of mine. Habits are terrible. Once you stick to the same behavior for many years, it will become a part of your life.

May 11, 12:30 in the morning. In the quiet lobby of an apartment in Akasaka, freelance photographer Yukio Kawasaki waited anxiously for the elevator. The elevator's warning light dropped from the eighth floor to the seventh floor, the sixth floor, the fifth floor... And finally stopped in the lobby on the first floor. Slowly, the elevator door opened. Yukio was already impatient with waiting and was about to rush in, but suddenly he was startled and hurriedly pulled back. There were actually passengers in the elevator that I thought was empty. That's a woman. She wore an exaggerated black and white hat with a large brim, and her slender body wore a dress of the same style. She looked like a middle-aged lady. The black sunglasses were very large, covering half of his face. This person wears heavy makeup and bright red lipstick that makes people shudder. Judging from her figure, she is considered a beauty, but even so, no one wants to meet such a person suddenly in the middle of the night.

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