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 In the noisy venue, the neon lights hit the stage, and the host turned away from behind the stage excitedly to report. The lights were all concentrated on him, and the stage was quiet, and the audience knew that the show tonight was finally about to begin.
 However, compared with the orderly organization at the front desk, the back office is as chaotic as ever. The dancers checked their outfits to make sure their hair and clothes were decent, pressing each other's legs to warm up and move.
 I nestled in a chair, away from the mess, wearing military boots on the dresser, and dullly pushed the officer's cap on my head. The leather pants worn today seem to be one size smaller. It is estimated that the dance company owner secretly changed one.
 This is a fighting dance convention, and I am a part-time jazz dancer in a dance company. The commercial dance troupe usually picks up some TV shows, or dances with star concerts. The reason for participating in this fighting dance conference is also that the boss wants the dance group to win the championship and increase the popularity of the dance group.
 And I want to use the dancing skills I learned with my friends for a while to earn some living expenses in the spare time.
 Although the label of orphans sounds pitiful and dog-blooded, in the end I still got myself into a not too bad university, the Department of Psychology. Hold a scholarship sufficient to cover your tuition.
 The competition started, and the participating hip-pop dancers came out in a row. The organizer invited the participants of this dance type to open the heat. Because my jazz dance was the first show after the opening, I also started to stand up and warm up.
 A group of dancers in various costumes in front of the stage lit the atmosphere with intense dance music. I came out when the deafening music suddenly stopped. The military boots stepped on the stage with the sound effects of the accompaniment, and easily captured the audience's attention. The empty echo seemed to tighten the air in the scene.
 This is the opening connection I designed, and I know exactly how to better capture the audience's attention. I don't know if it is because of one's life, so it is particularly necessary to observe and watch. I have special intuitions about changes in emotions and thoughts that people may unintentionally show in their faces and movements.
 That's why I chose psychology as my college major. For most people, the psychology is difficult and obscure.
 To accurately control people's psychology, and use proficient dance skills to stir up the senses of these audiences, I have been doing precise and powerful dance exercises countless times. Shaking my waist and hips. This is a fairly simple dance movement, trekking. However, it is very popular because of the inherent tension in the action.
 I lift one hand high in the air, and the other hand pushes down from the jaw, and cooperates with the upper body to make forward and backward waves, and the lower jaw is raised to make an inhalation action, trying to stimulate everyone's senses. Jazz dance is a dynamic and diversified rhythmic dance. The steps combine the characteristics of rigidity and softness. At this time, the dance music also brought my own breathing.
 Qi Lun's music sounded, and I swayed my body following the rhythm. Because jazz dance is a species that needs explosive power and dance strength, I sweat a lot after a while. The smaller black leather pants tightly wrapped my legs, and the clearly visible protrusions and muscle lines under the light provoked the minds of the visitors.
 The crazy expressions of the women on the stage made me a little dizzy. Coupled with my sexual orientation as a male, and dancing to me who had already rehearsed thousands of times, it was really hard to be devoted to the show. My gaze was hiding under the brim gazing around boringly.
 The dance music was nearing its end. When the atmosphere was overwhelmed, I threw off the hat above my head and caused another scream. Then the end of the song, with the faded music effect, I slowly lingered on the stage.
 At this moment, I suddenly felt that if there was a substantial line of sight, the feeling of being stared at by a viper made my heart suddenly tighten.
 I stopped the stinging action on the stage, turned to the front and stood up to look up, and searched the crowd below the stage for the sight that made me sweat cold, but found nothing.
 Maybe I should go home earlier today instead of waiting until the end of this fighting dance match. I made up my mind and returned to the background. I said to the bosses of the dancers who were going to play after being encouraged. He was busy and sweaty, he agreed, and praised me for today ’s performance. Stuffed me a few encouraging "bonuses".
 I raised a smile as usual, and said hello to the other dancers standing beside me who could n’t remember their names. Then I changed my stage costumes and hurriedly put on the clothes. Denominations are not too small for pocket money to leave.
 The dance club requisitioned a famous club stage because the sponsor was the owner of this club. Therefore, the back door of the venue is connected to the less decent alleys, the smoke is smoky, and the drunk men and the men and women standing on the streets make me disgusted.
 Pulling on the hood and heading down, I walked out of the alley towards the parking lot at the end of the street, where a second-hand small broken car I bought was parked. There were many voices in the alleys, but the wide streets were silent. People traveling at night were like mice crossing the street, lingering in dark corners, but afraid of dim lights.
 I took a sigh of relief when I took out the car key. I was thinking that when I went back tonight to take a bath to wash off my tiredness, the window glass reflected a dark shadow. Before I turned around, sharp pain came from my back Straight into the brain, my eyes darkened and fell into a cold embrace.
 Electricity, strikes, guns ... Which robber would bring such an advanced robbery tool with him? The first time I woke up was not to open my eyes, but to slow down my breathing, listening to the movement around me.
 I felt my hands tied behind me, lying on the cold ground, and the ground felt like a surface made of iron sheet. I couldn't guess where I was, and there was still a pain in my lower back.
 "Dangling", the sound of something being dropped. The gentle footsteps in the quiet space, the skin of my skin is exposed by the wind brought by this person's approach, and the goosebumps are lifted.
 I felt his approach, very close, I could even feel that he faced me only a few centimeters away, the skin on his face could feel his breath, and then he stepped back suddenly, my neck was tight with his hands. Hold on.
 "I know you are awake, open your eyes ..."
 The hoarse voice seemed to be torn from plastic paper. Damn, is it the boss's enemy? They all say that such unscrupulous business grabs will definitely run into trouble! But why was it the last of me?
 My hesitation for a second was regarded by the other party as resistance, and the hand around my neck was tightened, and I could not breathe and opened my eyes suddenly.
 God! The man didn't cover his looks ...
 Robbers who don't cover their looks are the most dangerous, because they didn't plan to leave the victims alive at the beginning, so they don't care if they are seen. This is the most basic knowledge of criminal psychology.
 When I first learned about criminal psychology outside of class, I didn't want to be a police officer, it was just an interest. Because I majored in psychology, my ideal has always been to prove that I have become a psychologist with a good income. Who knows that this knowledge has come in handy first.
 This middle-aged man has crazy eyes, cracked lips, beard and dross, gray hair is bald, and his body is a bit out of shape, but it can be seen that he used to go to the gym often.
 Frustrated at middle age, he must be a successful person on weekdays. The brand of the watch on his hand cannot be bought by the average income crowd, and the style is new this year, which is worth tens of thousands of dollars. Wrinkled suit shirt, cuffs and traces of water, his body has the aroma of aromas that the club toilet has been using, **** it, he was watching me on the stage just now.
 His left hand still had traces of the original ring, which seemed to be emotionally hurt, and his target group was me, who had originally entered the gym to maintain his figure ...
 He is still a comrade.
 "Cough ... cough ..." Seeing me open my eyes, the lunatic smiled with satisfaction and let go of my hand that choked me. I noticed that he didn't stop my mouth, I guess he must have taken me to a very remote place.
 I glanced around indiscriminately, where I am now seems to be in a large truck or a container. Every piece of information I got from observation made me even more desperate, because it all showed that the target of this lunatic was not the boss, but me.
 If it is for the benefit, I am confident that I can live safely until the rescue arrives through negotiations. But if this is a lunatic, I really have no confidence to escape from a mad man.
 I remember the famous serial killer I saw in my newspaper at home a few days ago. The victims were young Asian boys, who had been forced to have **** with the murderer before death. The cause of death was suffocation. It is strange that every time The corpses had their tongues cut off ...
 The police speculated that the killer was a comrade and an Asian. After all, serial killers are rare. But now, if I can go out alive, I will definitely rush to the police station and yell that you have mistaken the prisoner's profile.
 Because even in the dark, I could clearly see the man's standard white silhouette. Thinking of the tragic death method written in black and white on the newspaper, I had the urge to commit suicide for the first time.
 Suicide, early death and early birth. Anyway, I gave myself a good deal, and now waiting for me will not be a nightmare.
 Most people never think that they will be miserable in those newspapers, just like me. I remember reading the newspaper at that time, and I guess maybe soon after this guy was caught, I would have another paper to write. Analyze recent cases, the professor's favorite subject.
 I didn't expect that in the end I might become a paragraph in those papers, which is ironic enough.
 His gloved hands, with the exception of the hand that just held my neck, held the sharp meat cleaver in the other hand, and it looked as if it had been brought out of the kitchen at home.
 He looked at me with a smirk and smile, the blade dangling in front of me. If I hadn't read the newspaper, I might want to do my own smart speaking at this time. But I won't, because he might cut my tongue after I finish talking.
 The madman's lover was an Asian man because his lover betrayed him. The lunatic cut off each victim's tongue because the tongue brought out lies.
 I closed my mouth and looked at his bald head, acting like a wood. I don't want to show a panic or scared reaction, even if my heart has shrunk, it almost jumps out of my throat.
 For such a vengeful serial killer, the more terrified the victim's response, the more excited they will be.
 "Speak ... speak !!!" The lunatic was frightened by the silence. Perhaps he was the first time he saw the victim didn't ask for mercy, and the scene of no one talking made him feel out of control.
 My cheek was cut open with a wound by his shaky blade, and I raised my eyebrows, and the tears that swelled out of my body could not bear. Damn ... Dead bodies have to be disfigured ...
 Sure enough, when I saw my tears, the madman became more excited. He smirked with a knife and made a gesture on my face, staring intently at the wound I was scratched.
 "Speak to me ... say you love me ..." The lunatic whispered in my ear. The hot and humid breath made my tears flow faster. I can't tell whether it was physical tears or tears from panic.
 He buried his head on the side of my neck, and all I could see was his shoulder and the hand holding the knife swinging against my chest. If you really ca n’t escape ... it ’s better to try and rebel before you die…
 No, that's too early to die.
 I stared straight at the sharp blade and began to distract, then I slowly opened my mouth.
 ...
 Is he dead?
 The dim lights and shadows meet in front of me, and ghosts appear in my eyes.
 Originally intended to irritate him with ironic words, make him lose his vigilance under the fury, and give me a chance to sneak attack on him to escape from heaven. But I still failed. This guy is not a pervert, ya is a lunatic. I may still have a chance to flicker with the pervert, and with a lunatic who cannot talk, how can I have a chance?
 It is really worthless to use the life of such an outstanding inspirational young man to replace the life of a lunatic murderer. It's a pity that God can't help but I have no choice.
 The hands holding the handle were trembling, because of suffocation and lack of oxygen, tinnitus appeared in my ears, the light and shadow in my eyes became more and more scattered, the blood of that madman on my body almost covered my whole body, and the warm blood gradually cooled ...
 ...
 "Police have confirmed that the wrong profiling at the beginning caused the investigation direction to be wrong. The suspect and the last victim's bodies were discovered by the police three days after their death ..."
 "Serial tongue serial killing was broken. Is this a loss of human nature or a loss of morality! Please see the details below ..."
 ...
 I thought this was the end, what an inspirational life. An orphan, self-taught, admitted to college, first-class scholarship, graduating, promising future, but finally encounters a serial murderer blindly, heroically and murderer together, at the age of 23, became a newspaper A special report, a study of school subjects, the body was cremated and rested in the government cemetery to return to the dust.
 However, before my consciousness fell into a deep sleep, I suddenly felt my body as if it had returned to the ground from the vacuum. The skin was clinging to the asphalt ground, which was scorched by the sun, and people began to say a few words in their ears.
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 A dancer who was killed by a serial murderer found himself occupying the body and taking on the life of Brian Morse, a patient with anti-social personality disorder. As Brian, he has the look, he has the brain, he has the charisma, but he also has something that somehow always attracts psychopaths…[The story mentions 3 reality shows and crossovers with the American drama series Dexter. SLASH]
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 The little monk picked up by the master is five years old, and it is time to go down the mountain to find his father. 
 The little monk hugged a little wolf cub softly, rushed over with his short legs, hugged his father’s long legs and shouted in a milky voice 
 “dad!” 
 With a daddy, the five big bosses were shocked! 
 When Ruan Ruan first found her father: 
 Dad No. 1 is indifferent, “Children are the most troublesome.” 
 Dad No. 2 disdain “Joke, I have so many fans who like me, I will care about this extra little dumpling.” 
 Dad No. 3 carried the small dumpling, “Classmate, you recognized the wrong person, go back and do your homework.” 
 With a cigarette in his mouth, Dad No. 4 raised his eyebrows, “Touch porcelain?” 
 Dad No. 5 looked a little confused, “Do I have a daughter?” 
 After spending a few days with Ruan Ruan, the fathers are really fragrant… 
 “This is my daughter, don’t grab it from me!” 
 From now on… 
 The five bigwigs have lived a day of fighting for soft custody every day. 
 Jiang Jincheng looked at the soft dumpling eagerly, “…What about me?” 
 The five fathers all stared coldly at this stinky man who was stealing their daughter from them! 
 “Go away!”
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 Time flew by. Even though their graduation was a long time ago, after countless nights and passing through fleeting time, their story is still circulated around the quiet campus of University G. This story has many different versions, but there is one thing that everyone knows to be true. Back then, that ordinary girl betrayed the genius of the fine arts faculty and yet, his love for her still remained. For her, he nearly died in a fire. For her, he gave up his chance to study abroad. Years later when they meet again, he is successful with a new girlfriend in his arms and she is indifferent with a light and clear smile. However, unknown to anyone, her longing had begun long ago and even now flooded her thoughts…
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 The once greatest Saint underneath the heavens has been reborn after one hundred years. He cultivates with mighty skills, and he fights to once again reach the top of the world!
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to concocting pills, 100% effectiveness means nothing to me.
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to cultivation speed, I won’t be responsible when you die from embarrassment.
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to experience, as I’m an ancient ancestor.
 The existence of Jiang Chen is destined to ridicule thousands of geniuses……
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 The 27-year-old genius beauty doctor Xia Qing died suddenly in the operating room! 
 She was born again! 
 Reborn in the ward she knew best. 
 Reborn on a 200-jin (pounds) mother. 
 A 17-year-old woman who died of pain during a cesarean section without anesthesia 
 There is nothing good except being young. 
 How can Xia Qing bear this? 
 Revenge, weight reduction, and grabbing the sweetheart of the scumbag by the way, really fighting against the heavens and people, the joy is endless! 
 Little theater: “Have you heard? President Pei has a child out of wedlock and is about to get married!” 
 “Who did you marry? Who did you marry?” 
 “That fat guy from Nancheng Lin’s 200!” 
 “Is the second young man crazy?” 
 “Eating pork is popular among rich young masters these years?” 
 Lin Xiaqing looked sideways, “Do you think I’m fat?” 
 Pei Zhengnan looked at the plump woman, “Not fat, it feels just right.” 
 Assistant: President Pei, can you take you to the ophthalmology department?
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 Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents.
 Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city.
 Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew.
 Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years…
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 She always wanted to give him her precious self on the wedding night. Although she was shy but still looking forward to it, he wanted to go abroad for further study… Struggling for a long time, she finally decided to him her most precious sacred thing on his birthday. But when she took the key car sent by her girlfriend, after a night of adventure, she found that she didn’t even know the man beside her !!!
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 Shen Herong, as the most capable handsome boy on the Red Street, is bound to the best male god system. 
 This journey was supposed to slap the villain in the face crazily, step on the protagonist, and reach the pinnacle of life, but things always went wrong. 
 #Who is the person who just received the protection fee for the hero and heroine? # 
 #Who threatened the high IQ villain to do his homework for him? # 
 #去女朋友家庭Who is the one who recommends himself as a little boy? # 
 Sorry, as a former bigwig on the red street, Shen Herong said: I have already washed my hands. 
 It is impossible to counterattack. Only by lying down and winning can you barely maintain your life. 
 The same type of male protagonist’s point of view “Extreme Male God [Quick Time Travel]” and “Super Male God [Quick Time Travel]”, you can watch it~
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 When she woke up, she transmigrated to the 1960s. There was a shortage of clothes, food, supplies, provisions, and everything. In addition, there was also an evil stepmother, a rake-eared father, a weird stepsister, and a weak and pitiful younger sister.
 Fortunately, a space is at hand, so she has everything. She exchanged her supplies for money, tickets, and jewelry. It’s like Taobao at the flea market. Her rake-eared father was transformed, then she took the family to the bright future, and accidentally found the best man who spoiled and loved her.
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 She is the daughter of a billionaire businessman, the youngest daughter of the family. But she was framed by her own elder sister and sent to hell, getting a new chance at life.
 Born again, her lips curved into an indifferent smile; her eyes opened, looking like the surging seas. With her own hands, she sent the head of her family to heaven. Everyone witnessed her massacre effortlessly having reincarnated into another body, until there was no trace of anything, like a masterstroke.
 Turning around to raise her small face which makes people’s hearts move, she headed home to ‘affectionately chat’ with her widely renowned older sister!
 Her elder brother is indifferent, heartless, sitting on the mountain and watching two tigers fight. Her father is vicious and merciless, shrewd to unseen depths.
 In the centre of UAE is it’s golden city; in the middle of this city’s most arrogant wealthy aristocrats, is the small, gullible and pitiful her. Everyone thinks that when she goes home, it will be as if the sheep entering the lion’s mouth, but who would have thought that it would turn out to be the cat teasing the lion? What is called ‘to crushingly ruin’?
 She let her motherland up and down learn the four characters well – jì jīng sì zuò! (Someone having astonishing skill.)
 Stepping on blood, welcoming amazement from everywhere, in this oil-rich, powerful empire, she held the authority of the imperial power in the palm of her hand.
 During the feast of the treaty of allied countries, she only considered it to be an amusement. But who would have thought she would provoke that high up above, brilliant yet reserved man?
 Ze—
 Somewhere a woman curls her lip. A mountain doesn’t accommodate two tigers and a country doesn’t accommodate two lions. Her man who always has a cold look but still wants to provoke her, for this man, she has a little interest!
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 In 2006, Xu Xin had a dream. In the dream, he saw a bad entertainment circle. Desperate for gaining a position, and go to great lengths for traffic. 
 “In this case, why can’t we live as a beam of light?” 
 (High-definition, no code, no abuse, no dog blood, character guarantee, feel free to enter the pit)
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 The second princess of the Kingdom of Saint Enluth, Gadriche, holding Otome’s script, has a dream of traveling the world. 
 She worked tirelessly for this. Even if you have to attack the king of ghosts, priests of poisonous tongues, indifferent and upright knights, women’s gangsters and black hole fans. 
 You must also live up to an RPG. 
 Gadliche: There is only one kind of person in this world who likes me. That is the handsome deep well ice. Because you are Shenjingbing and handsome, I am very nervous. But you have to know that I actually just want to be your brother. 
 ↑That’s it 
 …… 
 I really don’t want to change the copy! ! 【Hematemesis】 
 1. No gold fingers. For more than a hundred chapters, the brains hurt by various deep well ice toss, I want to see the heroine next door every second, okay. A lot of jj. 
 2. The author’s two-dimensional game dead house. You will feel like you are playing a Japanese game by reading my article. Accept the right turn if you can’t. 
 3. Million to the plot. The world view is a big thief. Three timelines. 
 4. The heroine is innocent and mad, she is just a sinister spit. 
 5. All members are not in love.
 Content Tag: Soul Conversion Sweet Text Western Fantasy 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Gadriche┃Supporting roles: Arthur Arnold Ace, etc.┃Others: RPG in Otome skin 
 One-sentence introduction: the story of a million words to Otome 
 Conception: a world that is gradually growing
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 The Special Investigations Unit is a covert organisation that no-one in the city knows about, dedicated to investigating bizarre occurrences beyond the comprehension of the living. The Chief Zhao Yunlan isn’t a simple guy either, being the inheritor of the Guardian Order, he has always been a righteous conformist, excelling between realms of the living and the dead. While investigating a school suicide case, Zhao is attracted to the calm and reserved Professor Shen Wei, but the Professor seems to be rather fickle towards him…
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