Death on the Nile is a book of detective fiction by British writer Agatha Christie, first published in the UK by the Collins Crime Club on 1 November 1937 and in the US by Dodd, Mead and Company the following year. The full length novel was preceded (1937) by a short story with the same title, but with Parker Pyne as the detective. The details of the short story's plot are substantially different, though the settings and some of the characters are very similar.

The book features the Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. The action takes place in Egypt, mostly on the Nile River.

[ Balitang-balita] 
Ang may-ari ng isa sa napakayamang kumpanya ay natagpuang patay sa sarili nitong tahanan.

"Ano po ginagawa nyo?" Tanong ng isang bata na limang taong gulang lamang. 

"Oh, hi kid as you can see there is a murder happened here." Pabalang sagot ng detective habang naghahanap ng ebidensiya. Itutuloy na sana nito ang pagiimbestiga nang bigla itong natigilan at nanlaki ang mata ng makakita ito ng isang batang babae.

"Hey, kid! you're not supposed to be here this is a crime scene!" 

Napakamot sa ulo ang bata at nginitian ang detective. "Wag po kayong mag-alala...Ummm ano pong ginagawa nyo?" pag-iiba nito sa usapan.

"Me? Detective. Isa akong detective." Taas noo nitong sagot sa bata.

"Ano po yun?"  

"Ang mga detective ay ang mga taong nagsisiyasat upang makahanap ng mga ebidensiya para mahuli ang masasamang tao na gumagawa ng krimen." Paliwanag nito sa bata.

"Naghahanap? Parang larong hide and seek! gusto ko rin pong makipaglaro!" 

"Hindi, puwede bata baka may magalaw kang ebidensiya!

"Hindi po! Promise ko po detective na gagalingan ko makipaglaro!"

"Hindi ito larㅡWell, sige nga..." Napakamot na lang sa ulo niya ang detective at hinayaan na lang ang bata.

Biglang bumukas ang pintuan at iniluwa nito ang isang babae na may hawak na pagkain. "Ummm...detective magmiryenda daw po muna kayo sabi ni ma'am." 

"Salamat...ummm ano pangalan mo?" 

"Ako po si Zoe, matagal na po akong katulong dito." Nahihiyang sagot nito at nakatago ang kamay sa likuran nito.

"Salamat Zoㅡ" Naudlot ang pasalamatan nila ng biglang sumigaw ang batang babae.

"Detective! Tignan mo oh!" Sigaw ng batang babae habang winawagayway ang isang piraso ng papel.

"Ano yung mga numero na yan?" Tanong nito pagkabigay sa detective nung papel.

Stop counting and speak up

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Habang tinitignan ng detective ang papel nakikitingin rin ang batang babae. "Ano ang hilig ng may-ari bago siya mamatay?" Tanong nito sa katulong.

Napa-isip muna ng sandali ang katulong bago ito sumagot."Sa pagkakaalam ko po sa cryptography po."

"Kaya pala, tignan mo ito. As you can see this is a code called A1Z26 code. Isang code kung saan ang mga alpabeto ay pinapalitan ng mga numero. Mukhang ginamit niya ito upang ilantad ang pumatay sa kanya."

"Edi detective meaning nito ay yung katulong na yon ang may gawa?" Sagot nung batang babae habang turo-turo ang kamay sa katulong.

"Wow, galing mo naman...Huh?! Ikaw?! Officer arrest the maid!"

Sa tulong ng detective at nang batang babaeng makulit nalutas ang kasong pagpatay sa may-ari ng mayamang kumpanya na mahilig sa cryptography.

"Teka bata! Pano ka nga ulit napunta dito?" Muling tanong nito sa batang babae habang nakapamewang.

"Ah eh umm... Napadaan lang po ako." 

"Ikaw bata sa susunodㅡ" hindi na natuloy ng detective ang sermon nito nang nagsimula ng magpaalam ang batang babae.

"Detective nasayahan po ako sa paglalaro! Sige po detective uuwi na po ako! Ba-bye!"  

Wow! Ang saya naman magkipaglaro parang gusto ko ulit maglaro ah!


"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle




Genre : Mystery/ Thriller, 
Sub-genre : Comedy, teen fiction, action, adventure ,and romance.

I got inspired after reading Project Loki By akosiibarra (Cris Ibarra) and decided to write my own detective story. Tignan natin kung may natutunan ba ako. Hahahahahaha. Inspired rin ito sa Detective Conan. Ah-lele Kasi nung bata ako palagi ko yon hinihintay tuwing imaga tska yung ate ko may mga pirated dvd ng mga episodes at movie non dati kaso hindi ko na alam kung na saan na ba yung mga cds na yon kasi nakailang lipat rin kami ng bahay. Shoutout sa mga kabataan na naabutan pa yung mga anime na pinapalabas tuwing umaga. Wala nakakamiss lang. This is also inspired by The classroom of the elite. Netflix, season two. Beke nemen.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Her name is Shy. 

After the gate crashing a crime scene, she suddenly wants to play detective.

Will that play ever come?

Read to find out


Filipino Mystery Story

Also available on Wattpad @Jinjawifey0431

Detective Fiction is a subgenre of a crime and mystery fiction in which an investigator or a detective —professional, amateur or retired, investigates a crime scene often about a murder in which it involves logical thinking that may sometimes leave the readers perplexed and confused wherein the answer and reason behind is only revealed either at the climax or the denouement of the novel.
     The origin of this novel lay in the inspiration I found when watching movies and reading novels related to the genre. Being inspired by them, I decided to create a lot of drafts in which most of them were scrapped. I nearly gave up when suddenly inspiration struck again leading me to a final plot in which I carefully planned. I intended to make a plot in which it would make the readers confused and at the same time, building up their interest to know the answer and reason in the climax of this novel.

Xiang Wan felt a broken spider web looming above her head.
Standing in front of a pile of messed up spider silks, someone requested her to clear it strand by strand.
That someone was Bai Muchuan, the detective whose working style was "a little nervous" in Xiang Wan's novel.
In order to complete the task of publishing the next chapter before dawn, Xiang Wan got herself a cup of coffee.
Thereafter, she sat in the office of the 720 Special Task Force, feeling refreshed and energetic.
The office was brightly lit that night.
There were a lot of detectives who was working late into the night just like her.
Xiang Wan could feel the hardship of the detectives, as well as gaining a first hand experience of how a detective works. Hence, when she wrote this part of the plot, she could do it with ease.
…
Tac! Tac! Tac!
Tac! Tac! Tac!
The sound of the keyboard was like a calming spell. Xiang Wan's heart calmed down slowly.
When she encountered hesitation halfway through writing, she would look up at Detective Bai who sat opposite her.
She would ponder for a while and continue to write.
…
On Bai Muchuan's computer, there was a simulated relationship diagram.
There was the relationship between the characters, clues, and case-reasoning extensions…
From time to time, there would be people going up to him and whisper something. He would acknowledge them with an "okay" before instructing them what to do, then he would continue to ponder over something.
The two of them were less than two meters away, sitting opposite each other. They were busy with their own thing, just like the rest of the people in office.
…
It was 3 a.m. in the morning.
Xiang Wan stretched her body outwardly as she prepared to write the last sentence as conclusion of the chapter.
"Fang Yelan said there would be a press conference at 9 a.m. in the morning to report the progress of the case. Could it be that he had a conclusion in his mind about the case? Rong Xiaonuan did not know that and dared not ask as well. She could only devote her brain and body to her novel…"
Upon completion, she vet her story one more time and felt satisfied with herself.
After the document was sent to Bai Muchuan, she suddenly felt a whim to send him an SMS.
Xiang Wan: "Detective Bai, is your unit recruiting external consultants?"
Bai Muchuan: "?"
He glanced over casually and replied to the text.
The office was very quiet, so the two of them had tacitly chosen to message each other.
She exchanged glances with him while pursing her mouth and continued to text.
Xiang Wan: "I noticed a problem, I've never written a case so fluently and insightful before. I have to admit that a good story is related to real life, any artistic creation divorced from the foundation of reality lacked of soul. I think I've found the cause of my failure… So, I hope to have the opportunity to come into contact with real life criminal cases and the life of a detective…"
Bai Muchuan: "Is the police force the market place?"
Xiang Wan: "… Of course not."
She had a feeling that she had asked for the moon!
She curled up the corners of her mouth with a rueful expression.
Xiang Wan: "Oh yes, has Detective Bai ever heard of 'Second Young Master Mu'? The legendary mystery fiction author, he's my idol… His work is wonderful. The cases are written profoundly yet clear, the logic and reasoning is impeccable, just like reality. I feel that he is that type… a mystery fiction author who can crack cases. Unfortunately, he seldom updates his novel. He has written the same book for three years and still not yet finished…"
In the beginning, Xiang Wan waited for updates everyday and looked forward to the end of her idol's novel. But now… she no longer hoped for Second Young Master Mu to end his book.
She was worried that her lazy idol would not start a new book if the current book ended.
After all, her lazy idol only managed to write around two million words in three years; Xiang Wan had good reasons to believe that he would stop writing a new book.
And if the worst happened, she would lose a source of inspiration!
Bai Muchuan tilted his head to glance at her. This time, he did not choose to text her but directly made a comment in her face. "You have too much free time."
It was not that loud but Xiang Wan felt really embarrassed about it.
This was because she felt that he was not interested to engage in a conversation, and she was the only one who went on babbling about.
She coughed and tried to find an excuse to get out of the situation. "I'm exhausted. Talking can help perk me up!"
"This paragraph is good." Bai Muchuan soon finished reading the chapter and expressed his affirmation toward the two chapters she had written. "However, it's too emotional!"
"Huh?"
"The subjective conjecture can only be thrown away when you judge without emotion."
"But I'm a romance and mystery fiction author."
A romantic novel without ever-changing emotions; only rigid and solid reasoning logic. Who will want to read that?
Xiang Wan wanted to hear more advice from Detective Bai. Nevertheless, when he sent back a slightly modified document, he did not say a single word to her.
"… I'll update then?" asked Xiang Wan.
"Yes."
…
After Xiang Wan published the chapter, she looked at Bai Muchuan who was sitting in front of the computer, looking solemn and seemingly busy with something. She didn't want to disturb him so she opened her review and comments page.
The now tepid novel "Murder The Dream Guy" had recently gained a lot of new readers.
Some of them were even male readers.
They objectively expressed their views—the novel was written poorly.
At the same time, they were also amazed at the latest two chapters she updated. They commented that the author adopted a novelty direction in writing as she obviously knew about Zhao Jiahang's case and deliberately "borrowed the real life case to make conjectures". The details of the case was written vividly. The characters seemed to come alive as if they had a soul. Regardless if the author was right on mark for the case or not, at least the author was very creative.
Most of the comments were positive.
There were also a small number of people with dark thoughts who still held the belief that the author herself was the murderer or prime suspect. They felt that the author was plotting something big. Someone said that the author must be crazy over pretty boys as the words used to describe the striking, gorgeous Officer Gu Yusheng were filled with romantic desires—that led to the comment section being flooded with numerous replies which stacked one after another. If the replies to the comment were buildings, that comment would have been a really tall building.
"So, are we shipping Rong Xiaonuan and Gu Yusheng?"
"… Why do I feel that the 'wise and brilliant' Detective Fang Yelan is sexier and appeals more to me? I ship FangRong."
"FangRong? Why not ship [1]Fang Tai instead? Rong Xiaonuan is so idiotic and cute, Officer Gu should be the best match for her, okay?"
Xiang Wan continued to look at the comments. "…"
The readers of romance fiction were really adorable.
They could actually come up with a romance plot by themselves from a complicated and confusing homicide story; their mind must be full of pink bubbles…
The book reviews and comment section was booming with activity.
However, this was considered "fake" popularity as the current sensation and liveliness was because of the criminal case.
The curious masses had brought along traffic, however, the number of new subscriptions to her novel "Murder The Dream Guy"—was still dismal!
No choice. If one did a random search on the internet, one could find a lot of pirated sites. She could not stop anyone from reading her latest updates from a pirated website. Furthermore, the readers who read pirated material did not have any guilt in doing so. Such was the social environment, although upsetting, she could do nothing about it.
Huang He happened to see Xiang Wan yawning when he came into the office. "Teacher Xiang, you're tired?"
People were accustomed to addressing those who deal with literature as "teacher". Huang He only came to understand online Chinese literature upon coming in contact with the case. Thus, he followed this practice of addressing Xiang Wan as Teacher Xiang.
However, as an author who had written three books—three of which did terribly—and now on her fourth book, she felt she was not so worthy of that form of address.
She smiled as she shook her head, feeling embarrassed as she rubbed away her tears from the yawn.
"Are you so busy every day?" she asked.
"Not really," Huang He chortled, "in a year or so, we'll still get some days off occasionally."
"…"
Is that deadpan humor, Detective Huang?!
Xiang Wan saw Huang He walking up to Bai Muchuan and tried to speak in a murmur. "Boss, your family sent supper over!"
According to Xiang Wan's observation, the actual detectives were rather different from what was portrayed in movies and television dramas. She saw that the detectives were all males. So far, she had not seen a female detective that was on Bai Muchuan's fieldworks team.
When a bunch of men gathered together, they would just make do with their daily meals. They would eat everyday at their canteen or order takeouts, even Detective Bai who owned a seven-digit limited edition watch, was no exception to that.
Therefore, when Nanny Li came into their office with piping hot supper, the whole office of 720 task force was seething with excitement.
With the exception of Detective Bai though…
He remained on his seat and swept a gloomy glance across the office. "Is this still an office?"
As soon as Nanny Li heard this, she knew that Young Master Bai was unhappy. However, he did not severely reprimand the act as the supper was meant for everyone after all.
"Young Master Bai." Nanny Li wanted to explain when a girl behind her carrying a container of food spoke up all of a sudden.
"Little uncle, I'm the one who wanted Nanny Li to bring me to your office. But I… Grandma arranged for me to come here."
The young girl was slim, graceful, and pretty. She seemed to be around 17 or 18 years old. She wore an adorable pink dress with a big cartoon bear print on the chest, as well as a pair of small sandals. Her sweet, tender appearance was as if she was a young bird who had broken out of its shell. She had a clean, schoolgirl aura.
She was facing Bai Muchuan as she spoke, but her eyes were sizing up the only woman in the office—Xiang Wan.
Then she continued shyly, "Grandma heard that little uncle brought little aunt home. So she specifically send me to have a look…"
Little aunt? Cough! Cough!
Xiang Wan knew that these people might have misunderstood, so she looked at Bai Muchuan out of reflex.
If the "little aunt" that the young girl mentioned was herself, both Detective Bai and herself had been wronged.
Should I explain about this? she thought.
But if she explained now, wouldn't everyone know that she had stayed for a night at Detective Bai's place?
…
[1] Fang Tai - Fotile is a Chinese manufacturer of high-end embedded kitchen appliances. The company name reads as 'Fang Tai' in hanyu pinyin. Fang Tai also means "Mrs Fang", so as to gain rapport with female customers as they specialize in selling kitchenware.


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

The end of the 20th century proved a difficult period for Russian literature, with relatively few distinct voices. Although the censorship was lifted and writers could now freely express their thoughts, the political and economic chaos of the 1990s affected the book market and literature heavily. The book printing industry descended into crisis, the number of printed book copies dropped several times in comparison to Soviet era, and it took about a decade to revive.

Among the most discussed authors of this period were Victor Pelevin, who gained popularity with first short stories and then novels, novelist and playwright Vladimir Sorokin, and the poet Dmitry Prigov. A relatively new trend in Russian literature is that female short story writers Tatyana Tolstaya or Lyudmila Petrushevskaya, and novelists Lyudmila Ulitskaya or Dina Rubina have come into prominence. The tradition of the classic Russian novel continues with such authors as Mikhail Shishkin and Vasily Aksyonov.

Detective stories and thrillers have proven a very successful genre of new Russian literature: in the 1990s serial detective novels by Alexandra Marinina, Polina Dashkova and Darya Dontsovawere published in millions of copies. In the next decade Boris Akunin who wrote more sophisticated popular fiction, e.g. a series of novels about the 19th century sleuth Erast Fandorin, was eagerly read across the country.

Science fiction was always well selling, albeit second to fantasy, that was relatively new to Russian readers. These genres boomed in the late 1990s, with authors like Sergey Lukyanenko, Nick Perumov, Maria Semenova, Vera Kamsha, Alexey Pekhov, Anton Vilgotskyand Vadim Panov. A good share of modern Russian science fiction and fantasy is written in Ukraine, especially in Kharkiv,[20] home to H. L. Oldie, Alexander Zorich, Yuri Nikitin and Andrey Valentinov. Many others hail from Kiev, including Marina and Sergey Dyachenkoand Vladimir Arenev. Significant contribution to Russian horror literature has been done by Ukrainians Andrey Dashkov and Alexander Vargo.

Russian poetry of that period produced a number of avant-garde greats. The members of the Lianosovo group of poets, notably Genrikh Sapgir, Igor Kholin and Vsevolod Nekrasov, who previously chose to refrain from publication in Soviet periodicals, became very influential, especially in Moscow, and the same goes for another masterful experimental poet, Gennady Aigi. Also popular were poets following some other poetic trends, e.g. Vladimir Aristov and Ivan Zhdanov from Poetry Club and Konstantin Kedrov and Elena Katsuba from DOOS, who all used complex metaphors which they called meta-metaphors. In St. Petersburg, members of New Leningrad Poetry School that included not only the famous Joseph Brodsky but also Victor Krivulin, Sergey Stratanovsky and Elena Shvarts, were prominent first in the Soviet-times underground - and later in mainstream poetry.

Some other poets, e.g. Sergey Gandlevsky and Dmitry Vodennikov, gained popularity by writing in a retro style, which reflected the sliding of newly-written Russian poetry into being consciously imitative of the patterns and forms developed as early as in the 19th century.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

DENVER - It was October 1941.
An elderly man had been found beaten to death in his small brick home in what we call today the Highlands.
Neighbors, concerned when the gentleman had not shown up to a dinner party, discovered him.
The crime was reminiscent of a horror scene. Yet, the truth about what happened to 73-year old Phillip Peters, was very much stranger than any fiction a novelist could imagine.
The home on West Moncreiff Place
73-year-old Philip Peters was found bludgeoned to death in his home at 3335 West Moncrieff Place on Friday October 17, 1941.
Police said his head was smashed with a heavy 'stove shaker,' and at first his horrific homicide had police stumped, with no motive or suspect.
Nothing had been taken from the home, so robbery was unlikely.
Peters was a retired auditor for Denver and Rio Grande Western railroad.
"The killer took time to wash his hands and to wipe off the murder instrument, so he could have taken time for the robbery," Detective Captain James E. Childers told the Denver Post in the days after the crime.
The elderly man had no enemies, making revenge an unlikely motive as well. His wife, who had just broken her hip, was not at home, but in the hospital, and neighbors were keeping an eye out for Mr. Peters.
Fingerprints were found, but yielded no leads as they were just from neighbors, Mr. Peters, or his wife.
Those same neighbors found him on Saturday evening, sprawled on the floor of a bedroom inside his home. Blood was everywhere.
 
The Denver Post, October 18, 1941  
THE DENVER POST
The police investigation: stumped for months
Newspaper articles in the Denver Post reported "scores" of detectives were placed on the case.
Police described the brutal slaying as "without mercy," as blood had even spattered on to the ceiling and was spread in different rooms throughout the home.
It was evident Peters had struggled during the assault, and police said he fought back using several walking canes.
He died after being struck 37 times with the cast iron makeshift weapon.
Detective Childers was frustrated. It took nine months until detectives would get a break.
 
The Denver Post, October 18, 1941.  
THE DENVER POST
"A thin, white hand," and the break in the case
In July, 1942, a woman called police. She told officers in a shaky voice she had been hired to help Mrs. Peters around the house, one of two women who did so after the widow's husband had been killed.
Soon after she began staying in the house, she heard "strange" noises. Today, though, she actually saw something.
"Just a few minutes ago, I heard a sort of tapping. I had heard it before, but I thought it was only some woodpeckers. But this time I walked into the kitchen- and I saw the door to the stairway that leads upstairs slowly open," she told police.
The Denver Post quoted her in their February 7, 1960 edition of Denver Post Empire, which was an interview with the case's lead detective, decades after the crime had been solved.
"A foot came out and then I saw a thin white hand on the door! I screamed and the man ducked back into the stairway and I heard him running up the steps," the housekeeper told police.
Police responded immediately and searched the home: they found nothing. The upstairs bedrooms looked entirely normal, and the panels which appeared to go to the attic via the ceiling had been sealed shut.
The housekeepers, terrified, refused to return to the home and Mrs. Peters was moved back to the hospital for care while police investigated.
Keeping watch for 'the ghost'
Two detectives were assigned to guard the house until they saw or heard something.
Days passed. Nothing. The detectives were pulled from their watch.
Then, another lucky break: on Thursday, July 30, detectives in the neighborhood found something.
Two policemen in the area had stopped by to check on the place – and as they were searching the first floor, they heard a lock turning in a door upstairs.
Detective Roy Bloxom opened a closet door and there he saw a pair of legs disappearing upward through a tiny panel into the attic.
He lunged, pulled the mystery man's legs until he clattered to the ground, and  then called his captain.
Now Police Chief, James Childers described this man as "the strangest looking human I had ever seen. He was a tall man, just under 6 feet, but thin as a wilted weed. His dirty hair hung low over his ears, and his skin was the ugly, unwashed gray of an overcast sky."
His shoes and clothes were rotted and torn. One of the officers told Childers the man had been living in the home since September – nearly a year. And no one had noticed.
No one, except perhaps Mr. Peters.
 
The Denver Post Empire, February 7, 1960.  
THE DENVER POST
Stranger than fiction: The Spiderman's confession
The man told police his name was Mathew Cornish, but really it was Theodore Coneys.
After feeding him a hamburger, apple pie, and some coffee, police began questioning the transient on Peters' murder.
The 59-year-old man had kept one panel unlocked to the crawlspace above the home, and would lock it from the inside when he retreated to his attic abode.
At first, he denied it.
Then, he proceeded to tell the truth, which was very much stranger than any fiction, indeed.
Coneys had come to Denver as a sick boy with his widowed mother, and actually met the Peters when he joined a mandolin and guitar club. He had been invited to their home several times.
When his mom died, he left Denver and became a bit of a lost soul, drifting from town to town.
In April 1941, he returned to Denver as a homeless person, sleeping in alleys and doorways and spending a dime a day on food.
As the weather turned cooler, in September, he remembered his "old friend" Phil Peters. With Peters gone at the hospital to visit his wife, Coneys let himself into the home, raided the fridge for food, and discovered a loose panel leading up to an attic.
The space was 27-inches high and 57-inches wide. He made it his home.
"It looked like a good place to hole up for the winter," he told detectives.
So he stayed, and when the house was vacant, he would slip downstairs and steal some food, just a bit at a time so as not to draw suspicion.
He cut into the house's wiring system to install an outlet in the attic. He stockpiled the Peters' canned goods. He even built a makeshift radio to "stay in touch with the outside world."
A deadly discovery
Coneys' ghostly existence was disturbed one evening as he had slipped downstairs to make some coffee. He thought Peters was out to dinner – but the homeowner instead entered through his back door as the unwanted houseguest was standing at the kitchen stove.
Coneys hit Peters over the head with an old .44 caliber revolver in the kitchen – and Peters, stunned, moved to the living room to call police.
Hitting Peters again, Coneys told police he thought he had knocked him out, and he planned to take some money and leave. Instead, he heard Peters in the bedroom.
That's when he told police he beat the elderly man with the stove shaker - until he was still.
Stranger still, Coneys continued to stay in the home. He heard the news of Peters' death on his makeshift radio while hiding in the tiny attic above the very room in which he killed the old man.
Eventually police detectives returned to the home to see Coneys' habitat. The stench of it made one officer vomit.
 
The Denver Post Empire, February 7, 1960.  
THE DENVER POST
The Spiderman's sentence
On Halloween, 1942, a jury took just 90 minutes to convict Coneys guilty of murder – he was given life in prison instead of the gas chamber, The Denver Post reported.
Upon his sentencing Coneys was quoted to say, "Now I feel safe. I'll have a better home than I have had in years."
He was imprisoned in Canon City until his death in 1967.
And that is the stranger-than-fiction story of the Denver Spiderman.

This book which is based of news horror story will give you chills.

DM SERIES, also known as Detective Mon Series is a Series about Galchessa (Galvez and Marchessa)Mafioso who helping the Police to capture/ eliminate syndicate.

This is work of fiction. 

Language: Tag-Lish

Contains Chapter: Prologue- 20 chapters- Epilogue- 5 Special Chapters

Zhang Zian was not surprised to meet Peter Lee. After all, they had an appointment with the Bedouin tribe today, and Siwa was the only way to go to the Bedouin tribe. It was also their final stop.
Following behind the land cruiser were several other cars. They were identical and apparently belonged to members of the Cosmological Information Society.
"It's fine. I have to wait for the other members of the expedition team. They will still need a little while to get here." Zhang Zian shook his head, refusing.
He did not have a good impression of the members of the Cosmological Information Society. They had not done anything bad or out of the ordinary. The thing he took issue with was that they thought very differently from ordinary people. In fact, from their outer appearances, they looked more friendly than the common man. Perhaps that was the expression of those who had firm belief in their hearts.
If they met while going about their daily affairs, Zhang Zian would probably not pay them too much attention and laugh them off. In any case, they probably had nothing they needed from one another. However, when it came to entering the desert, suddenly, the personalities of one's teammates were very important.
"Are all of you going in?" he asked, counting the number of cars.
"No, there are doctors in our ranks. We had a physical examination yesterday and are leaving a few people behind—merely those with poor physical fitness. The rest of them will enter the desert together," Peter Lee said as he stuck his head out. He blew a whistle towards the cars behind them. "Come, let me use this opportunity to introduce everyone."
Six people emerged from the back of the car, five men and one woman. They were all from different countries with different skin colors. As Peter Lee had said, these six people were in their prime, both physically and mentally. 
Zhang Zian had seen them before, but he didn't know their names.
"I am a consul. I used to be in politics. Hello, comrade." A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle introduced himself. The first words he uttered were those of a high-level official. They carried the weight of one who was in power.
Zhang Zian was shocked and thought that this person was a former diplomat. Why didn't he say his name?
The other five people also spoke in the same format. They claimed to be priests, colonels, poets, and scholars. The only woman on the team claimed to be a detective.
The female detective had a temperament similar to Sun Xiaomeng, but she was about ten years older. She was most likely the doctor that Peter Lee had mentioned. Yet she claimed to be a detective. Perhaps she was responsible for searching the human body?
The other people also had characteristics similar to their self-proclaimed identities. For example, the colonel's eyes and movements indicated that he was a former soldier, and the poet had curly hair that is somewhat romantic. The scholar wore thick glasses and looked somewhat like Wei Kang. Finally, the priest was a solemn man and had an awe-inspiring look.
The strange thing was that they did not introduce themselves by their names.
The more he heard, the more Zhang Zian got confused. He was just about to ask about this, but he saw Pi quietly gesturing to him not to do so.
He had been with Pi for a long time, and Pi often asked him questions about the novel, so he was familiar with the gesture he was seeing. He saw Pi spread his hands out like a book, and its mouth parted to form a square. Pi seemed to be sending him some type of message.
Wait a minute! Consul, priest, colonel, poet, scholar, and detective. Was this peculiar combination…
It suddenly became clear to Zhang Zian. He immediately knew their intentions.
After the six introduced themselves, Peter Lee smiled quietly while observing Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian turned and looked at Peter Lee. He said quietly, "So, you must be a saint."
"Haha! Brother, you guessed it!" Peter laughed. Everyone else also smiled.
Consul, priest, colonel, poet, scholar, detective, and saint. Wasn't this the combination of the pilgrimage team in the science fiction novel Hyperion? That was quite something!
Just like the pilgrimage team in Hyperion that had gone through hardships to form the core shape of the pyramid, Peter Lee and his team used the same professions as their code names. It indicated that they had a similar purpose—to find the pyramid deep within the desert. The hope was that through their journey, they would also be able to discover the great secrets of the inverse entropy field.
Zhang Zian had a copy of this novel in his house. He had shown it to Pi before. He himself had seen it a long time ago, but if Pi had not reminded him, he may not have associated Peter Lee and his team with this science fiction novel.
He searched his memory for more information, although he had already forgotten many of the details of the novel. He only remembered that the story was set at the day before the prophecy. A team of seven, each with different statuses, identities, and experiences, got together to uncover the secrets of Zhong Guangyin.
What impressed him the most was Zhong Guangyin.
Zhong Guangyin was like a pyramid and was surrounded by inverse entropy. In the realm of time, it flowed backward instead of forward. 
In the prophecy, when the saga was over, a great sorrower would emerge from the tomb. They came from the other side of time. Their sole purpose was to declare the end of mankind.
To be honest, the narrative of this novel was somewhat difficult to understand. Its style was typical of a hardcover book: highly suitable for inducing sleep. However, it would not work as well with online literature. At the time, when he was reading the book, he had to force himself to finish it. The curiosity he had for Zhong Guangyin kept him reading till the end. However, when the pilgrims finally reached the valley where Zhong Guangyin was, the novel ended abruptly. He was furious.
He could not be bothered thereafter to read the sequels. He regretted buying a full set and wasting his money.
However, when he gave this set of books to Pi, it was originally intended to let Pi slowly pass time. However, Pi loved the novel very much and soon finished it. Pi even finished the sequels. It made Zhang Zian wonder how Pi derived so much pleasure from reading this novel.
In addition to being obscure, the novel gave Zhang Zian the feeling that Zhong Guangyin as a concept was highly unscientific. If, as described in the novel, it connected the past and the future, then what advancements in technology must the world have had to create such a thing?
Was this therefore not a hallmark of a fantasy novel?
It was just… If he was to read this novel again now, he may not make such a statement.
He glanced at the sea of stars. Things that were less scientific than Zhong Guangyin were right there in front of him. To add on the strange sunsets of yesterday evening and the experience of retribution after Richard's pee…
So if one did not see it, could one simply ignore it?
He was unable to ascertain if Zhong Guangyin truly existed. Even if it did, he was sure that if a pyramid could be found in the depths of the desert, it should merely be just an ordinary pyramid. There could be no such thing as pure universe energy and mysterious things. Peter Lee would be grossly disappointed.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

This is a work of fiction, and all the events, characters, places, twists are made out of the visions I have imagined and seen in my dreams as If I was playing the leading character of this story. So any resemble of even similarity with outer world is just coincident and never intented to hurt or even make a single person low. So please don't jump and say, hey you know what, my grandma is a 80's detective and she ain't like it. Okay 😒
Thanks, love much❤

M sat gripping the letter tightly as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't miss her golden opportunity to become one of the finest detectives of her era '80s. But the time was intense. She was due in a few months and her boyfriend suddenly goes missing leaving behind nothing but a note. She has lost all her stable shores. This wasn't his first time, yet M felt it was different this time. Something was definitely not right. How could she give her child the name of a father that wasn't present? She never envisioned her parent less childhood for her unborn child.

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