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Sand Sea

The Sand Sea has 4 volumes. Wu Xie takes Li Cu into this strange desert to find the land of death, Gutongjing. On the way, Wu Xie and Wang Meng are frequently attacked by strange creatures underground. Li Cu, who has lost his companions and is alone, meets Black Glasses in the desert. Can they get out of the endless sand sea? What is waiting for them ahead?Sea of Sand 1 Introduction to the Mysterious Shadow in the Desert (Part 1) Guan Gen and I met at a cross-strait tea party in Xiamen. I have completely forgotten the content of the tea party. I only remember that it was a forum about jadeite, and the content was very boring. I am not a very devout jadeite player. I just collected this kind of thing on a whim, so I slipped out during the tea break. There were quite a few people who sneaked out with me at that time, and he was one of them. We were chatting in the lounge outside and found out that we were both writers, except that I had changed my career to become a publisher, while he was still suffering. We got along very well during that chat, probably because we had so many things in common: the same not-so-sunny childhood; the same helpless experiences… As the saying goes, two people with the same happiness can less resonate with each other than two people with the same suffering, and we soon began to open up to each other. Of course, I can't deny that another reason is that Guan Gen is very friendly. It's hard not to like him with his calmness and composure in his every move. Unfortunately, I'm no longer a little girl. Although this charm makes me feel comfortable, it can't make me like him more. After that separation, we became good friends. Later, he went to Taiwan and would send me Diao Zhong Shao from Taiwan almost every two months, and he never got tired of it. He also asked me to send him Hangzhou mung bean cakes at the same frequency. We tried to change different brands every time and exchanged experiences. This relationship lasted for a year, which touched me deeply. In today's society, few people can do something so persistently and for such a long time. I thought our communication could continue, but at the end of that year, his packages stopped for the first time. This surprised me a little. I even suspected that the contact number or name was written wrong, which prevented the EMS courier from delivering the package. So I went to the post office countless times that month, but I was always disappointed. I wanted to ask him what happened, but I couldn't find him online or by phone. I originally thought that he was avoiding the hustle and bustle of city life and work pressure, which is a common trick used by modern white-collar workers. However, for two consecutive months, there was still no news. After a while, I heard from a Taiwanese friend that he had quit all his jobs in Taiwan in April of that year. Someone saw him leaving home and never came back. At that time, he paid several months of rent in advance. When his friend entered his house, his computer had been turned on for seven or eight months. However, there was no data or software in it. The police checked and found that the computer was almost the same as when it was newly bought. Not only the computer, but all the items inside were hardly used. In other words, others thought he lived here, but in fact he had never lived here. So why did he spend so much money to rent a house that he never lived in? Where did he live during his time in Taiwan? Nobody knows. Now, there is no clue as to where he went. He just disappeared. I didn't know what happened to him, and I was worried and helpless. Given the relationship between him and me, there didn't seem to be much I could do. I could only pay attention to the news and pray for him silently. Later, I asked around in the circle for news about him, and learned that Guan Gen was just his pen name, and no one knew his real name. It really surprised me that a seemingly simple person disappeared without leaving any clues. However, I soon forgot about this matter because no matter how bizarre it was, this person had little to do with my life. I thought the matter might end there, but unexpectedly, half a year later, I suddenly received a large package from him. The package was sent a few days ago, and inside it were six large boxes of Diao Zhong Shao and a thick stack of notes. I was ecstatic and called him immediately, but found that the phone number had been cancelled. I was very surprised and picked up the manuscript paper. At this time, fine grains of sand fell from the gaps in the paper. This is my first time seeing "Sand Sea". The notebook recorded a story about the desert. It was difficult to define what category it belonged to. I read it while eating Diao Zhong Shao next to the package. After reading it, I was sure that this would be an outstanding travel story, because when I walked out of the novel, I felt extremely thirsty, and it seemed that even my nostrils were still filled with the smell of the desert. I really wanted to ask him whether this notebook about the desert was really written in the desert, and whether he really went to the mysterious desert forbidden area he wrote about? But I was destined not to get an answer. So where did these grains of sand come from? Did they drip from between the words, from the sand-ridden world in his notebooks? I think that's the only way I can think of it. This was the last time that the man named Sekine appeared in this world. After that, this name never appeared again, either around me or in the entire circle.Sea of Sand 1 Introduction to the Mysterious Shadow in the Desert (Part 2) One night nine years ago, on the sixth floor of the inpatient department of Peking University First Hospital, interns were conducting routine ward rounds. In fact, she had already completed the ward rounds for that moment. The reason she was still walking around with the ward rounds record was because she thought there was a special patient on this floor. The patient's surname was Zhang, and she noticed this person when he was just admitted to the hospital. Because all of his medicines and treatments were taken care of by a special person, and there were people who took care of him on weekdays, but the temperament of the person who took care of him was very different and mysterious. There are generally a few situations for the family members of patients. Either they are too depressed because the condition is too serious, or they are extremely optimistic and try not to think about the future. But no matter which one it is, the point is still the patient's condition. The patient surnamed Zhang was suspected of having memory impairment due to brain damage, and all the people who visited him had old injuries. However, she found that these people, including the patient, were very calm about the disease itself. No matter how she discussed it with them, they were always cautious and conservative. When she was doing a routine checkup on a patient named Zhang, she was able to touch his arm. Although his muscles were not extremely exaggerated, the density of their fibers was incomprehensible. Even the muscles of athletes are unlikely to have such high fiber density. This is a seemingly normal but extremely strong person. This kind of muscle cannot be trained by ordinary training. Her instructor told her that this can almost be called a will-type muscle, which can only be formed through long-term and highly unified exercise of the body and consciousness. He is a man of extraordinary physical skills and concentration. Even if he is asleep, he will wake up immediately and regain consciousness as long as someone approaches. What found her most strange was that this person had two extremely long fingers. If they had not been deliberately shaped since childhood, such a situation would never have occurred. The patient was taciturn, and his eyes looked confused and helpless due to memory impairment. In addition to her curiosity, Liang Wan seemed to have some strange feelings for this patient. After her daily rounds, she always liked to go to the patient's room and take a last look at him. It was the same on this day. The fat man who was taking care of the patient was not there. The patient was lying down and she didn't know if he was asleep or not. She walked into the ward, reflexively looked at the patient's name tag, then walked forward and wanted to check the patient's pupils. At this time, she heard the patient suddenly say something. This patient has a peculiar sleeping habit. Unlike ordinary people who sleep for a long time, his sleep is scattered, and he often falls asleep when others are not paying attention. This kind of sleep can make him rest as much as possible in the intervals of high concentration, but it is also particularly harmful to the brain. So after he was hospitalized, the doctor used sedatives on this person. Later, the doctor found that sedatives were not particularly effective for this person, so he used a mixed drug, and the effect gradually became apparent. This is the main treatment method for this patient. After this method was implemented, the patient began to sleep for long periods of time and started talking in his sleep. The doctor believed that this was a sign that his memory was beginning to recover. But his sleep talking is usually meaningless, vague, and even mostly unintelligible. This was the only sentence that intern Liang Wan heard very clearly. This sentence sounded very strange at first. She pondered it for a while and lowered her head. At this time, the patient repeated it again. It was also very clear. Liang Wan didn't care at the time, but because the sentence itself was strange, she remembered it immediately and left the ward. Nine years ago, this incident happened quietly on a night. No one knows how much difficulty and fog the missing sentence has added to the mystery of the whole incident. The key information of a core secret was missed by all the people involved at that time.People often grow up inadvertently. I don't want to be like this now, but sometimes my decisions still surprise myself. I don't face everything I should face with the deepest scheming, but they speculate everything about me with the deepest scheming. It's not me who changes, but the eyes of others. - Wu Xie

Hunter

The policeman who disappeared eight years ago, and the blood at the crime scene eight years later, led to a chase between the real murderer and the police. Is the serial murder case for the pursuit of fame and fortune, the pursuit of excitement, or for killing people to silence them, or is it just a gamble of life and death? In order to cleanse his sins, he did not hesitate to use other people's lives as scapegoats. The cold bodies pushed down from the high-rise building, the remains hidden in the refrigerator, the bodies hung outside the window, what is the truth hidden behind his brutality? Su Moyan believes that good and evil cannot coexist, and good and evil have their own way. Relying on the ability of teamwork, he fights against evil forces and finds him hiding in this city.Volume 1: The Sins of the Rest of Life A flash of lightning pierced through the clouds and exploded in the sky. The dark day was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime. Su Moyan was awakened by the sudden lightning. Heavy rain was pouring down from the sky outside the window. With the light from the rain outside the window, Su Moyan saw a beautiful figure standing by the bed with her back to him. "You're awake again." She spoke softly, turned around and glanced at Su Moyan, her eyes empty and lifeless. "Alas! I miss you again." Su Moyan took a deep breath, stood up and leaned on the pillow, looking at the back and feeling sad. "I know you are just an illusion in my mind, but I can't convince myself to face the reality. The more I don't want to see you, the more you appear in front of me. When will this day end?" Su Moyan grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was 3:45 in the morning. He had only slept for less than four hours when he was awakened by the thunder. Before he put down his phone, the big guy Xing Xin called. After answering the phone, Xing Xin's anxious voice came: "Captain Su, assemble and go to the scene!" "Give me the location, I'll be there right away!" After hanging up the phone, Su Moyan put on his coat and rushed out the door without even having time to say goodbye to the beautiful figure. Su Moyan had long been accustomed to working on cases in bad weather. In the eight years since he and Ye Jingyi separated, he had kept himself busy all the time, just to give himself less time to think about her. The more he thought about her, the more illusions appeared, and the deeper he fell into them. For Su Moyan, Ye Jingyi had disappeared from this world eight years ago. Su Moyan never dared to admit the word "death". He never saw Ye Jingyi alive or dead. This kind of life tortured him and made Su Moyan what he is now. He often talks to the air. The illusion made him think that Ye Jingyi was still by his side and had not left. The crime scene was cordoned off by a cordon. In an instant, heavy rain washed away the few traces on the ground. The deceased was lying on his back in the water, with blood all over the ground. "What's going on?" Su Moyan handed the umbrella to Xing Xin, "Where's Captain Luo?" "Captain Luo went upstairs. It seems to be a suicide case." Xing Xin followed Su Moyan, "The person who reported the case has not been found yet." Forensic pathologist Jiang Nan had almost cleaned up the scene. He walked over from the body and greeted Su Moyan, saying, "It's basically done. The rest needs to be checked back by the team." He was an old man in his forties and was quite professional as a forensic pathologist. He and Su Moyan could be a perfect partner. "Tell me." Su Moyan did not stop. He put on gloves and shoe covers and carefully walked around the body to check. "The deceased is a male. The time of death cannot be determined accurately now, but it is estimated to be more than two hours. After all, the temperature and humidity on rainy days will cause my judgment to deviate. I am afraid I need to return to the team to check the time of death. There are no obvious scars on the body of the deceased, and no signs of a struggle at the scene. It is judged that he died from jumping from a high altitude." Jiang Nanyan explained the situation concisely, and then prepared to take off his gloves and leave. He handed back a box of cigarettes, which was ruthlessly rejected by Su Moyan. "I'm not sleepy." Su Moyan turned around and asked Xing Xin, "Any other valuable information?" "The deceased was about 45 years old, 1.75 meters tall, and weighed 75 kilograms. The deceased had no mobile phone, wallet, or ID card. He was wearing a vest and beach pants, and one of his shoes was missing. Captain Luo said that he might have fallen on the roof when he jumped off the building. Therefore, all the evidence shows that the possibility of suicide is very high!" Xing Xin repeated what Captain Luo said before he went upstairs, and then pointed to the distance and said, "There is another person over there. I don't know if he witnessed the death process. An ambulance has been called." Su Moyan raised his head and looked in the direction he was looking at. In the heavy rain, an old man in sanitation clothes was leaning against the wall. Perhaps he had been frightened by the corpse lying on the ground and had passed out. "Okay, I'll wait for your news." Su Moyan took off his gloves. "I'll go upstairs to find Captain Luo. You stay here and keep an eye on the scene." He lifted the cordon and was about to leave. "Look for any missed clues. Don't miss even a piece of paper!" "Okay." Xing Xin nodded, but in his heart he had already confirmed Captain Luo's judgment. This was undoubtedly a suicide, and there was no point in investigating further. Moreover, in this rainy day, even if there were some valuable clues, they would have been covered by the rain. "Also," Su Moyan suddenly stopped and asked coldly, "You just told me that the person who reported the case was not found? Did he leave after you came? Or..." "No," Xing Xin responded nervously, "We went out as soon as we received the call. We didn't see the reporter when we arrived at the scene. Liu found a problem after investigating the report number. This is a blank card. From the time the card was opened to the time the police were called, only the previous call was dialed, so..." Su Moyan frowned, lowered his head and thought for half a second, then looked up again. Ye Jingyi was standing in front of him in police uniform, smiling like a flower and saying, "Do you think this is suicide?" "No." Su Moyan took a deep breath and went upstairs. Xing Xin looked back at Jiangnan in confusion and asked, "No? What does Captain Su mean by 'no'? Is he... talking to me?" Jiangnan used his gloves to brush off the mud on his trouser legs and said impatiently, "He's just talking to himself. Ignore him and get back to work!" The dilapidated old buildings are filled with a musty smell after experiencing the baptism of rainy days. Cishan City is wrapped in gloomy and humid air all year round. Even a good mood is ruined by such weather. The body was located exactly at the junction of two residential areas, in a narrow alley less than 20 meters wide that could only be used in one direction. The location was very hidden, and if someone hadn't deliberately reported the case, no one would have noticed it. Su Moyan's brows were always furrowed. Who is the person who reported the case? If it was just a case of self-doubt, then why did he report it? Wouldn't it be better to disguise the death as suicide? Why bother? Or is this person just trying to be mysterious and attract the attention of the police? And what about the sanitation worker on the ground? What did he see? "Captain Luo." Su Moyan's hand had just opened the door leading to the rooftop terrace when his voice reached Luo Yeqi's ears, "Isn't this..." "This is not a suicide case." Luo Yeqi took the initiative, "I was a little hasty in my judgment downstairs." Su Moyan stood in front of Luo Yeqi, his eyes still empty. He tilted his head and looked at Luo Yeqi. The corners of his mouth moved unconsciously. Was he smiling? Or was he proud? Luo Yeqi really couldn't see through him. "The deceased's other shoe and the traces on the ground are enough for us to study for a while." Before Captain Luo finished his words, he heard a girl's voice shouting in the corridor. "Captain Luo Yeqi? Are you there? I'm here to report!" Su Moyan and Luo Yeqi looked towards the rooftop door. A girl with short hair and wearing a large raincoat ran up in a hurry. The rooftop was full of water. The girl's high heels slipped and she stumbled towards Su Moyan.

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