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 The rainstorm came on schedule.
 It was not very dark, but it was raining heavily. The crackling raindrops fell on the trees and leaves, making a huge sound like the purring of a beast.
 Lin Chen manages all the boarding students in the first and second grades of the school. There are not many primary school boarding students, and most of the children are picked up in advance by worried parents. Therefore, fewer than ten children are left behind. Classmates were placed in a collective dormitory together.
 All night, Lin Chen was busy with these things.
 He counted the number of people, helped the children organize their bags and changed clothes, and even the dolls that everyone used to remember to take.
 Hongjing's children were not the first to experience a typhoon, so no one seemed overly panic and worried.
 Large and small children gathered in two large dormitories. Perhaps a corner of the dormitory was filled with snacks and drinking water, so that the dark night with no fingers and noisy winds in the night were not so scary.
 It was almost dawn, and the children slept again. Lin Chen greeted the attendant on duty, and then returned to his room.
 The wind was getting stronger, but the rain seemed to stop temporarily.
 Outside, the plantains were swayed by the wind, and the huge green leaves trembled, casting a messy shadow on the wall.
 Lin Chen turned on the light, and the white light instantly illuminated this narrow space.
 The furnishings in the room are simple and seem to be a little poor, or even too much.
 There is no furniture except desks and beds.
 The window in front of the desk did not know when it was opened, and the writing was soaked by the rain and turned into a sea.
 However, just in the ocean, there seemed to be a pink boat floating.
 It was a letter, pink, folded into the shape of a heart, it was so cute, so incompatible with the humble room and the simple wooden table.
 Lin Chen took a few steps and picked up the letter from the water.
 The envelope was soaked with rain, Lin Chen glanced at his name on the envelope, and habitually wanted to put it down. Suddenly, his fingertips touched something in the envelope.
 That thing is hard, and it seems soft ...
 Lin Chen quickly opened the letter, and what caught her eyes was a ball of sand adhering to the letter.
 The sand was white, and after soaking in rain, it solidified ugly.
 Lin Chen gently opened the white sand on the letter paper, and the faint writing underneath was exposed.
 Looking at the vague words, Lin Chen suddenly felt that there was a cool air running down his spine, slowly permeating his head.
 "Dear, I can finally face death calmly / I no longer hesitate, timid and fear / Grim Reaper ’s arms are gentle and his eyes are charming, his black eyes are blooming wet flowers, and I finally smell its fragrance / I Seeing his fingers stick out countless strands, plunging into the world, can you feel it? "
 The edges of the letter had long been blurred, and the black letters softened, as if a faint mist was wrapped around the entire stationery.
 All feelings are so familiar.
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 The rainstorm poured down.
 The rain silk was very thin and dense, but it was also very anxious. When the wind was blown by the manic wind, the umbrella handle swayed, even people could not stand firmly.
 Xing Conglian was sitting by the window. The site investigation report at hand had been turned several times. He closed the papers and the tea on the table was cold.
 He could understand every word in the report, but he couldn't understand what was behind it.
 Neatly dressed male corpse in hospital, wounding in fruit store, dead old man, broken ring in park ...
 All this seems to have nothing to do with each other, but because of the sand, they are closely and forcibly connected together.
 He couldn't help but think of the quiet host, the other's peaceful eyes and extremely calm words. He wanted to stand up, rush into the rain, run to the other side, and asked, "What do you know?"
 He thought so, and then stood up. He picked up the key, put on his jacket, and stood at the police door.
 In the wind and rain, there were many wild people, and someone came from afar.
 The man was holding a black umbrella, and the side of the umbrella's bone collapsed slightly, as if crumbling.
 However, the hand holding the umbrella is very stable, and the walking steps are very stable, and even the rain water falling on the umbrella surface makes a steady sound.
 Looking at the people in the rain, Xun Lian suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
 Lin Chen stepped on the steps, put away his umbrella, and shook the rain.
 He was soaking wet, and the whole portrait was taken out of the water.
 He looked unsurprisingly looking at the Captain in front of him.
 Without a shiver or chatter, he looked up slightly, looking at the clear green eyes of the Captain of the Interpol.
 "Do you want to solve the case?" He asked.
 "Think." There was almost no hesitation without asking why, and the Captain of the Interpol answered very simply.
 "Do you believe me?" He asked again.
 "letter."
 "Are you afraid of retaliation?"
 "Afraid." Xun Cong paused for a while, and he obviously saw a smile in Lin Chen's eyes, so he laughed. "But I am more afraid of seeing those full hands than being revenge. He's a **** man, and he's free. "Although he was laughing, he was very serious.
 "Okay, please let me join."
 There was a moment of condemnation.
 In the short period of one minute when he made a decision to find Lin Chen to help him go out, he thought about how to say "please help" to Lin Chen, and he also thought about how Lin Chen would refuse himself.
 But he never thought that Lin Chen would say to him:
 Please let me join.
 If he had not been in the director's office for five minutes in the morning, he would have felt that Lin Chen had been deliberately trying to participate in the case.
 But when Lin Chen asked the phrase "Are you afraid of being retaliated against?", He suddenly realized that Lin Chen knew very much how much pressure he would bear, and it was very clear how much pressure they would bear.
 But he still held an umbrella, braved the rain, came here, and said, "Let me join."
 He inhaled a cigarette and asked, "Why, don't many people let you investigate?"
 "Do you care?" Lin Chen smiled. "I don't care at all."
 The sentence was of Russian origin.
 This bloodline is extremely powerful, and it means that when he wants to do something, he will love whoever goes to your mother.
 It is very strange that peace is as stable as Lin Chen, and in his bones, he is such a person.
 Xun Lian laughed, and he was coughing with cigarettes, but still laughing.
 "Welcome to join." He reached out his hand and threw away the burning smoke.
 Although he doesn't care about complaints or warnings, Xinglian Clan takes into account the mood of an old man with a heart attacker.
 Therefore, instead of bringing Lin Chen back to the police station, he took the person to his home at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.
 There was peace in the room, and the storm was shut out.
 At the same position and at different times, watching Lin Chen on the wooden bed by the river, Xun Conglian still felt guilty.
 So he took out the towel and made a cup of hot **** tea.
 Lin Chen didn't seem to care about the cold rain. He took the dry towel and tea handed over from Lien Lian, but set them aside.
 "I received a letter with white sand in it," he said, and took out the pink letter in his sealed bag from his pocket.
 Xing had connected the sealed bag and looked at the delicate wet white sand inside. He only felt scalp tingling.
 Without gloves, he could only carefully flatten the letter in a sealed bag: "Do you know who wrote the letter?"
 Lin Chen did not answer quickly.
 Because he didn't really have a deep impression on the person who wrote the letter. In his memory, it should be a very young and quiet girl. If he didn't want to register the list of people going in and out of the dormitory every day, he might not even know that. Girl's name.
 He had noticed many times that the girl was watching him secretly, and many times that he had received a letter that the girl had carefully placed on his desk.
 Sky blue, beige, pink, the words on the cover are beautiful, always the words "Lin Chenshou", but he has never opened them ...
 "The sender, Yu Yanqing, is the gardener who trimmed our school."
 "The gardener is so literate?" Xing Conglian looked at the letter. He read it several times before he read the verse in the communication.
 "She is young, about 25-28 years old, and should be highly educated."
 "Why did she write to you?"
 "She wrote a lot of letters to me. I thought that she had a crush on me, so I always thought that she wrote me a love letter." Lin Chen stated calmly, even when talking about the word crush. She didn't have blush or shyness at all, so she looked very upright, and she couldn't make fun of the gardener's secret love for the housekeeping incident until she even punished such a joke-loving person.
 "She has a crush on you, can't the white sand in that letter be stolen from your room too?"
 "I don't know." Lin Chen was very frank.
 "Then why did she put Baisha in the letter? Does this have anything to do with the recent events?"
 "I don't know." Lin Chen paused and said, "But I suspect it's relevant."
 Suddenly Xunlian realized: "You suspect that this matter may be related to you, so you must participate in the investigation of the case, right?"
 Lin Chen didn't answer this question. Instead, he said, "I'll probably help you anyway, don't you?"
 Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian's eyes and said, "If you trust me, please send someone to search for Yu Yanqing, because she is likely to be dead."
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 One day, while Lin Chen read a book, Xing Cong Lian said to him, “You’re a psychologist. Can you help me find out what kind of person is suitable for me to marry?”
 Lin Chen remembered telling him love was the most immeasurable thing in the world. Even psychologists couldn’t predict love, because its progress in two people’s lives had countless variables.
 What variables?
 Lin Chen thought, at the time, the first variable was: You’re just an ordinary police officer who liked eating crayfish at the stall with a bottle of beer. I didn’t know you were…
 Or: I didn’t know when I fell in love with you or when you fell in love with me.
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 – Question: “What is scarier than the personal experience of transmigrating into a horror movie?”
 Anonymous: “Transmigrating into a movie you’ve never seen before.”
 – “Poor comment! There’s nothing scary about that!”
 Anonymous reply: “You sure? Can you be sure your dad isn’t a murderer? Can you be certain your spouse isn’t out to kill you for insurance money? Can you even be certain there isn’t any hidden lethal weapon in your son’s lunchbox? The scariest thing is that you have never seen this movie before so, you have absolutely no idea of any ‘surprise’ that awaits you ahead!”
 Hence, this novel is also called .
 A line to sum it up: The female lead transmigrates into various movie adaptations of real stories, and conquers the audience.
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 Your Highness (Princess), please give us your advise.
 She is the 23rd century top miracle doctor, but harmed by the person she trusted the most overnight.
 Opening her eyes once again, her soul actually possessed the body of a small baby from a different world.
 A pair of bewitching, violet-coloured eyes and a head of violet-coloured hair.
 15 years later, a powerful and talented out-of-the-world beauty emerged.
 Countless men were attracted and competed to get her.
 Morever, there was also an overbearing, black-bellied man persistently bothering her, vowing to imprison her by his side.
 “Woman, you are mine.”
 She threw an icy glance at him, “Just you? Are you worthy?”
 She swore not to easily trust anyone anymore, no one can walk into her heart anymore.
 When the cold and strict black-bellied Emperor threw away his integrity to chase after the ruthless woman, and they butted head with each other strongly in every turn, what kind of sparks will be created between them?
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 That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin.
 "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?"
 "My lord has promised to fulfill my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands.
 He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?"
 She stared back at him. "My lord might not like to see ugly things.”
 He smirked and stepped towards her. "I never had a liking towards pretty things."
 Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil.
 No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty.
 She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love.
 A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her.
 The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control.
 With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the dakrness swallow them whole?
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 ("Is High Inspiration Wrong in the Mysterious World?", Mystery + Cthulhu + Investigator Detective) 
 Bathed in the bloody moonlight, listening to the whispers of the ancient gods, 
 The time traveler walks into this new world full of steam and steel. 
 The twelve main gods sit on the throne, and the old rulers hide in memories. 
 Mystery from the dreamland, mysterious and unpredictable strange objects, magic potions in the new world, and secrets in the old world. 
 On the Victorian-style street, Lynch opened the door of the detective agency and fell into deep thought at the tentacles knocking on the door. 
 Is there any hope for too high inspiration? Waiting online, urgent.
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 Original title of the book: Mysterious Resurrection: When You Get Excited 
 This is the story of Si Ye traveling through the mysterious resurrected world, controlling a card maker, starting to make various cards, and looking for his family. 
 Family: ghost father, bride, ghost brother (gui chai), little guy (ghost boy), old man (knocker ghost)... 
 (Equipment Card) Peerless Ghost Painting (Spend two cards to transform into any card you want.) 
 (Equipment Card) Beauty in the Lake (Spend two cards to ignore all attacks.) 
 (Equipment Card) Bridal Wedding Dress (After wearing the wedding dress, you can use two cards as a reward to summon a ghost to help.) 
 (Equipment Card) Bloody Lake (You can spend one card to lock a certain ghost.) 
 (Event card) You are mine (Spend two cards to make a female (ghost) pregnant.) 
 (Event Card) Buried in a Ghost Coffin (Ghost Coffin Funeral, spending two cards, can suppress a certain existence in the ghost coffin.) 
 (Event Card) Knocking Old Man (can summon the Knocking Old Man, using a card as a reward to let him knock on someone's door.) 
 (Event Card) Trees Grow from Graves (Spend three cards to make someone buried in the mountain behind Zhangdong.) 
 (Event card) Love to be a bus mother-in-law (Use three cards as a reward to let the bus mother-in-law be a bus to find someone.)
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 I am the inspector of life and death, time, and space. 
 But I prefer you to call me — Traveler. 
 This is the legend of a space-time traveler.
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 This is a deep hell-like horror, this is an abyss without light, a world where no hope has been seen since birth, between the peculiar YES and NO, the shimmering light shimmers like a spark of fire, About to burn a prairie prairie… That is the dawn!
 Since the final future, the disappearance of the strongest wise man has brought about the changes in the pattern of the Lord God, everything… is in the dawn!
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 Disorder syndrome, commonly known as contamination, is a difficult and incurable disease that all doctors in the entire era, including extraordinary people, find extremely difficult. 
 Patients will only have one year left to live. Under the cover of the red moon mist, they will all transform into twisted monsters, become accomplices of evil spirits, followers of natural disasters, and the source of faith for the evil gods entrenched outside this world to exploit at will. 
 Cause of the disease - unknown. 
 Time of onset - unknown. 
 Degree of infection - unknown. 
 Treatment method - unknown. 
 Danger level of the patient - SSS. 
 Natural disaster is imminent, and the indescribable eyes are slightly opened, and they are about to recover. 
 "In the face of such a crisis, Mr. Riya, what kind of changes will you bring to us?" 
 The young man who was giving a speech thought for a while: "First, we need to put street lamps on all the capitalists who make money by taking advantage of the chaos, but I respect human rights, and I will let them choose the street lamp model they like." 
 "Uh..." 
 The reporter was speechless for a moment: "But aren't you the biggest capitalist in this dark age?" 
 "No, that's called an entrepreneur." Riya corrected, "As a businessman in charge of trade, I need to kill all the peers, so that I am the only one." 
 The young man stood on the high platform with his arms slightly spread, and all the people below the stage were instantly boiling. 
 "Praise trade!!!" 
 "Whatever my Lord says is right!" 
 "Ah, He looked at me, I'm dead."
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 Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?
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 [When I lose consciousness, the seal will be unlocked, and I will be invincible directly, and even gods will be afraid] 
 (Crusou SCP+Strange Horror Revival+Mutation Evolution+Daily 10,000 Words) Murderous rain, throat-slitting wind, corpses resurrected, severed hands crawled out of the ground, and the grass and trees opened their eyes. In the pitch-black darkness, Langren closed his eyes tightly, wearing pajamas, and his body began to sleepwalk uncontrollably. In his sleep, he broke into the cemetery of the old gods. When he woke up, he found that he had eaten a god... 
 —— 
 "My name is Langren. Recently, some blind people said that I was covered with sickles, my blood could fill the sea, and my leg hair alone was 10,000 meters long. The more they said, the more outrageous it was. Don't believe in rumors or spread them. For this reason, I solemnly come forward to clarify that it is not my leg hair, it is the sickle that grew on my body." 
 ……… 
 One punch to stop the wind and rain, there is no god in the world. He who cannot be looked at directly wakes up from his long sleep. The shadows in the darkness cover the sky and the earth. In this strange world, there is a truth - don't go out after dark, the strange night will take your soul. 
 [Hint: You have entered the strange night and lost your vision. One hundred meters to the left, there are a lot of steel centipedes lurking on the ground. Three hundred meters to the right, there are many fast-moving species staring at you. ] 
 [There is a mysterious egg three hundred meters behind. Get it and you will awaken a new bloodline power. ] 
 [Be careful! There is a tide of beasts in front of you. If you don't run, you may be a brave man again in eighteen years. ]
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 Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. 
 "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" 
 In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful by faith. 
 "Then I am a god!" 
 In ancient times, they were regarded as feared by demons and fed on fear. 
 "I will become the master of ghost stories!" 
 But under the scouring of the torrent of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of text that were regarded as nonsense. 
 "It is my duty to recast the glory of ghost stories." 
 But you're not a weirdo, well, you're not human either. 
 "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster."
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 Strange stories come and bind the fate of the country. 
 People improve their own and the country's luck by constantly participating in rules and strange stories. 
 Mental patient Jiang Xiao was selected to be admitted to a nine-star mental hospital at the beginning! 
 But it was strange to find that Jiang Xiao seemed to be the most seriously ill... 
 Jiang Xiao: "I talked with the monsters, and all the weird things were caused by Sun Smash!" 
 Participated in the seven-star ghost story "Where Did Dad Die?" 
 The handsome son's big eyes flashed: "You want to be my father?" 
 The Chosen One: "Yes!" 
 Son: "Then I have a small request, which is to beat you to death!" 
 Each of the chosen fathers was beaten to a pulp by his sons in the opening scene. 
 Facing the traitor who rushed towards him, Jiang Xiao smiled coldly: "Dad, I am your son!"
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