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On a bright moonlit night, the stars are sparse. Qingfeng jokingly provoked the skirts of the girls who returned late from tutoring, and the boys and girls who poured out of the school gate poured out, with a little bit of relief from the sea of questions on their tired appearances, they were really about to be relieved. Because today is May 19th, the college entrance examination is about to begin.

The warm air is full of the fragrance of Qionghua. It should be a beautiful spring night.

Bai Xiang timidly walked on the most secluded road in the hustle and bustle of the city, and Qinghui covered the entire Qinchuan City, but she still held the open flashlight in her hand and placed it on her bulging chest. At the age of seventeen, she carries the vitality of a young man and the childlike childishness. Ordinary doll head with a slightly baby fat face. The natural willow eyebrows, opal-like big and divine eyes, and flaxen-colored hair complement each other, adding a bit of charm to the delicate face.

Several places around it were in ruins, and the only few two-story buildings were empty, and the outer walls were painted with scarlet paint in a big red circle, and inside was written a striking "demolition"

It's like a dead target at a shooting range that could be hit at any moment.

Some doors and windows have also been demolished alive, and the only remaining black-painted doorway is even more eerie and terrifying in the white-haired moonlight, just like a pale face, which has been gouged out and its tongue cut out, leaving only an empty echo.

Moonlight, panicked. She has been walking this dilapidated road for half a year, but she is still a little scared every time she walks here. Before walking in, the slogan "There is a time limit for the demolition of the plot, and the sincere service is endless" on the wall to cover the shame wall, which already shows that the dirty mess here is normal. The colors that are written on the walls are like paints borrowed from a funeral parlor or a paper tie shop. The font outlined by that color is particularly hideous,

Bai Xiang came here because their family was the last nail household.

Meow~~ A sharp cat meow suddenly a black shadow pounced in front of her, her heart tightened suddenly, and her eyes were closed. He took a deep breath with his mouth wide open, and exhaled a sharper cry. The flower cat in front of her was frightened, and she didn't know where to go with a swishing smoke.

"It turned out to be a wild cat. The white little hand patted his chest, crushing his pounding heart.

She glanced up at the big, faint light in the distance, and was almost home. "Hurry up and let my dad find a house and move out, fortunately, I'm about to graduate from high school. I can also work part-time jobs to make money for my tuition. Hehe~~" Bai Xiang used this childish idea to soothe his somewhat uneasy heart. Her ruddy mouth, not much bigger than a cherry, emitted a crisp, sweet laugh, like a nightingale singing in a plane tree.

Bai Xiang's laughter hadn't stopped, and suddenly from her delicate and small mouth and nose, a huge and heavy palm behind her was rigidly covered, and the whining sound from her mouth couldn't even be heard by herself, and she still couldn't get rid of the claws of the devil no matter how she struggled. She was dragged into a small, abandoned building, on the first floor.

The image behind him was more unscrupulous, and the other hand stretched out a touch of tender white to Bai Xiang's collar, and kneaded the soft undulating ...... at will.

Bai Xiang's tears of humiliation stained the dirty dust, her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her eyes became more and more blurred, but she still did not give up the last struggle, and removed the sturdy man in the black sweatshirt riding on her body from herself.

When Bai Xiang was about to faint, he suddenly saw a tall and thin man standing outside the half-hidden door in the bright moonlight, which would glow, especially attracting the attention of others. He was looking at the watch in his hand, and when he looked up, he happened to meet Bai Xiang's gaze.

As if she had seen a life-saving straw, she used her last strength to break free from the villain pressing on her body. Stumbled to the door, screaming hoarsely for help. As soon as he arrived at the door, he opened the door with his hand, and his white fingers with scars were compared with the thin and broken door, without the slightest pause.

Bai Xiang was unwilling to quickly verify it a few times, her heart was even more panicked and scared at this time, and she slowly turned her head with fear to see if the terrible thoughts that appeared in her were true.

As her stiff, cold neck turned halfway, a warm, slender finger suddenly covered her eyes. The handsome man in a tall suit who had stood in the doorway had somehow entered the filthy room, and said coldly and charitably, "The still warm corpse is no longer yours. ”

Bai Xiang shuddered when she heard this answer, although she had a premonition before, but this was the real death sentence. I don't know why she unconsciously lay in the man's wide arms, whining ~~~ howling in pain, especially after hearing the sound of a greedy drunkard licking and accidentally dripping the residual wine on the table, like a dissatisfied baby desperately sucking its mother's milk.

Detective journalist

Detective, journalist.

"I'm not reconciled!" the white hand that held the man in the suit suddenly let go, not knowing whether to return to his naked body or strangle the obscene and hateful scoundrel to death.

"You're just a wisp of soul now, and you can't shake a single hair of his cold hair. The man in the suit grabbed one of Bai Xiang's struggling arms and said calmly. This is not the calmness of the bystanders, but the calmness of planning first and then acting.

The man in the suit touched Bai Xiang's forehead lightly, and she fell asleep lightly and heavily, like a child lying in her mother's arms tired after a day of playing.

He gently picked her up and glanced sideways at him as he had stripped off his sweatshirt. There is no joy or sorrow in his eyes, only regret......

Chirp ~~~ Chirp ~~~

Today's weather is fine, and the vigorous sparrows are chirping and bustling under the clear blue sky and the black wires that stop to open the glue. It's like discussing the rape and murder that happened in the abandoned building of Kotogawa Castle last night.

Ha~~ Chu Xi quickly woke up and got up. It's like this every time, strange dreams, every time you have the opportunity to see the face of the criminal, but the more you dig deeper, it will only lead to your own quick waking up from the dream. If he falls asleep again, there will be another tragedy in his dream, a tragedy with no end and no end.

Chu Xi was not awakened by the scene in the dream, but to verify the reality of the dream. In fact, he didn't need to verify that he knew that this time it was a real tragedy.

A bed, a writing desk, a coat rack, and a rental house of more than 20 square meters can only fit these things. Besides, Chu Xi only has these belongings. Messy clothes, messy beds, dusty table corners, all this is just like Chu Xi's character - informal, or he is sloppy.

The walls that were once white are now occupied by a huge portrait of Michael Vitz, the 18th Pulitzer Prize winner for journalism, is surrounded by a jumble of street shots, from noisy neighborhoods to dark, filthy stinking drains, hollow scaffolding, and bustling underpasses...... The four walls are full of these pictures, and there are a few sporadic photos with the chandelier.

His ideals are obvious, but they are also difficult to fathom.

Fortunately, he also has a specialty - writing articles. Such seemingly chicken skills have given him a foothold in a prosperous first-tier city like Qinchuan City.

As a member of the Qinpiao family, he now works in the editorial department of Qinchuan Daily, although he is a supernumerary, there is no five insurances and one housing fund, and he is paid by the piece. However, his news reports often appear in a conspicuous position on the legal page of the daily newspaper. It had to rely on his strange dreams, which seemed to be real and illusory.

It's like the Grim Reaper schoolboy - Conan or Kanedaichi, but wherever he appears, there will always be deaths.

"Little Stream~"

"Have you eaten? As soon as Chu Xi stepped out of the door as thin as a box of paper, he heard the landlord greeting him. When he rented a private house, 500 a month was a bit more expensive, but it was a comfortable "kennel".

"Eaten, eat, eat. I want to tell you, the neighborhood committee came to inform, saying that the wires in the community have been Martian recently, it may be that the wires are used for too long, and the electricity consumption will not be able to stand the heat of the day, and we will be replaced with a new one in a few days, you should pay attention to it when you go out early and return late, don't stay under the wires for too long, dangerous!"

"Well, Uncle Min, I remember. Chu Xi's eight-toothed standard smile readily agreed. As long as he doesn't pay the money or raises the rent, he will sound pleasing to the ear, from the left ear to the right ear, and then let it go with the wind.

"Ding - car lock code: 1414, please pick up the car. With the popularity of public bicycles, Chuxi has even saved more than a dozen yuan of bus money. He's not making notes, so he doesn't have to follow the 9-to-5 schedule of the Kotogawa Daily, and he doesn't have to clock in to work. The daily work is to shuttle through the streets and alleys on a bicycle, looking for hot news, and then turning into tofu block articles, replacing the smiling face of Chairman Mao who is red.

"Let's go to the abandoned building first. "This is not Chu Xi's professional sensitivity, but rather a sense of responsibility.

The first time he had that strange dream was when he had just graduated from his original intention, he just regarded it as a nightmare. The content of the dream is very simple: at midnight, when a robber robbed an employee who was riding a motorcycle on a night shift in a small alley, when the motorcycle was about to drive to the robber, he suddenly pounced on the employee, causing the motorcycle to spin in place, and the employee's neck was really squeezed into the hard wall by the front wheel that was still turning. The robber didn't do anything at all, took out the employee's ticket folder, took out the money, and put the ticket folder back into the employee's arms. In the distance, under the street lamp, there are people who keep watching the time of the watch in their hands. After seeing that the robber was gone, he came to the side of the employee, still staring at the watch on his right wrist, and snorted tentatively. Somewhat disappointed, he shook his head and left.

This is a dream that Chu Xi has not completed for a long time, but the picture is as if it has been handled by the intelligence department of the special high-tech, and the faces of the three people cannot be seen clearly at all. The employee wore a helmet; the robber wore a sportswear, a gray mask, black woolen gloves, and his forbidden eyes were marked with something similar to ** as if he was afraid of being seized by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television; the person who looked at the watch was dressed as a British gentleman, but there was no civilization staff or a pitch-black umbrella in his hand.

The streets and alleys in the dream, the propaganda slogans on the street walls, and the neon signs of the big Fangtian buildings on the tall buildings in the distance are all too familiar to Chu Xi, because that is the outside of the wall of his junior high school courtyard, and he often returns at night, where to climb over the wall to enter.

Sure enough, before the end of the day, I heard that there was a young man who worked the night shift in the assembly plant last night, and on the way to work, he became a vegetative person because of the unstable motorcycle, and the young man's family was in trouble with the factory for compensation.

But only Chu Xi thought it was a robbery, not an accident or a work injury. He also told the police anonymously about his thoughts, and the next day many police officers came to the school to investigate who made the anonymous call. He was so frightened that he never dared to mention it again.

But if you don't say it, you feel that there seems to be no justice in this world, and you can't just write about it. I have become an amateur and remember it in the last five or six years, I have been writing since I started studying Chinese in college, and my long-term dreams have been written into story novels and detective novels, because the news is time-sensitive, and tomorrow Huanghua wrote it and was forced by the review editor. Chu Xi had no choice but to put on his crown and Li Dai, stealing beams and changing pillars to sway out the old past.

Now he is also a little famous in Qinchuan City, the recent dream, as long as the accuracy of the dream is confirmed, he began to write reports, not everyone has heard of the name Chu Xi, but there is still some influence in a certain circle, such as newspapers and police stations.

Chu Xi didn't bother to have breakfast and hurried to the scene of the crime - an abandoned private house, a former folk music community. After seven or eight years in Kotogawa, he has developed the skill that he has always excelled in, that is, to know where to go in the dream world and where he is in the dream world. It's not that he never forgets it, but that he has worked hard.

Like A. Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, he was able to tell the soil and water samples of all parts of Britain by his eyes and nose.

(I've just arrived home from overtime today, and I'll replace these three stories that have nothing to do with "Sick State" tomorrow and replace them with the characters' biography, I don't know whose story you want to hear.)

I hope you don't forget to write about some of the military divisions in the last volume, who were really two or three days away from the sick state in early winter. They will lead the Shadow Gate Scholar Wang Li out of the Sick State, from Huwan Shacheng Guhuai and then to Liuxian Mountain and Yiyun Kingdom, where they will go through the Six Gates of Cultivating Immortals. ）