Children stories involving gruffalos. 

These books were created by Julia Donaldson and illustrated by Axel Scheffler.

There are also audio books available.

I own nothing. These are just stories I liked and want to share.

Han Kuan said with both shame and anger, "You deserve your big name, detective Zhao. I thought that my plan was flawless, but I didn't expect that my wife's recording would fail to remove your suspicion about me!"
He then added, "I really want to know what the loophole was in my plan! What was it that aroused your suspicion?"
Zhao Yu replied seriously with his own question, "Do you really want to know the reason? Ha ha. I forget! All I remember is that your performance was too perfect. All of the evidence seemed like it waiting for us to find it."
Then, Zhao Yu tried to recall, "Actually, I think that if it wasn't for that recording, maybe I wouldn't have suspected you at all! But... I can't be sure..."
Han Kuan had his head bowed and became even more depressed. "It seems that I ruined my plan with that extra recording pen. In fact, she recorded that a long time ago. At that time, she had not yet discovered my secret."
He shook his head, then said, "I wrote a few short stories and wanted to send them to a magazine, but that magazine went bankrupt. So, she recorded the audio and wanted to publish a small collection of audio stories on an audio website. However, because of copyright issues, she ended up not doing that."
He paused, then added, "Actually... If it hadn't been for the audio... I... Maybe I wouldn't have killed her!"
Han Kuan shook his head again, then asked with regret, "Why did I kill her for a silly piece of audio? Detective Zhao, do you think I'm mad?"
"Well... You have to ask yourself... Was it really for the audio? How did your wife discover your secret?" Zhao Yu asked.
"Everything... It's all my fault!" Han Kuan waved his hand and his eyes became watery. "I totally forgot about my devil suit, just like 11 Kills... Left it in my parents' basement!"
"Huh? You forgot?" Zhao Yu asked in surprise.
"Yes!" Han Kuan said helplessly. "I finally understand why the Buddha and the Devil went two different ways. Mahayana seeks enlightenment not for themselves alone, but for all sentient beings. But, the Devil is born in one's heart and will eventually lead you to destruction!"
He shook his head, then said, "Detective Zhao, I guess you don't know that I destroyed my original devil suit when I came back from Jiangxing County to Beiqian."
"Oh?" Zhao Yu was quite surprised to hear this.
"I panicked, as I knew that the suit was evidence of my crime, so on my way back to Beiqian, I found a deserted place and burned everything!" Han Kuan sighed, then said, "That's one of the reasons why I stopped killing at that time!"
Only then did Zhao Yu understand why the Devil Case murders had come to an abrupt end so suddenly.
"But, the devil had taken root in me by then, and burning the suit alone couldn't eliminate my desire to kill!" Han Kuan continued. "A year later, the police started to investigate the Devil Case, and I had to make a new suit to frame Mr. Lang for the murders."
He paused to take a breath, then continued, "While I was making the new suit, I was almost unable to resist the impulse of killing again! It's like there was a real devil calling me, telling me what to do..."
Han Kuan once again fell into a state of seeming insanity as he said mysteriously, "So, even though it was a long time after I made the first suit for the Devil Case, I made an even better devil suit at that time! The mask, cloak, fire, sound effects... Everything was perfect! Then... I just needed a victim."
Upon hearing Han Kuan's words, Zhao Yu felt a chill run up his spine. It felt as if a devil with sharp teeth and claws had really appeared in front of him!
Unexpectedly, when Han Kuan came to the most critical point, his nervous look suddenly changed and his eyes showed tenderness as he said, "But… At that time, three things completely changed my life! First, the chat forum was closed, so I couldn't find any suitable targets. Second, my novel was published! Third... I met my wife."
He smiled as he recalled, "Our sweet love eventually eliminated my desire to kill people. She is the one who always appreciated my talent and understood me the most in the world! Even when I quit my job, she married me without hesitation..."
He swallowed hard, then said, "After we got married, we lived a very happy life. Her cheerful personality complemented mine. We never had any conflicts, and every day was wonderful. I didn't disappoint her, either. With the publication of my novel, I earned more money than my old salary at work and could provide her with better living conditions."
He then added, "Although we had no children, this never affected our love. At that time, I devoted myself entirely to writing and forgot all about my past guilt and crimes. I put the devil suit in a metal box and buried it under the bricks in the room in the south!"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "In the years after we got married, I thought several times about getting rid of it… But I always thought that it was okay to leave it there. Even when the police found it, they couldn't take it as decisive evidence, as it was found too many years after the Devil Case occurred."
Han Kuan then said hopelessly, "However, I just thought about the police… Totally forgetting about my wife! She went to school in Beiqian, so she knew a lot about the Devil Case! One day, when she unexpectedly dug out the box, everything came crumbling down!"
He then looked up at Zhao Yu, and before the detective could even ask, he said, "Don't ask me... I don't know! I really don't know how she found the box and dug it out. It was buried under the bricks. But, anyway, she found it!"
Han Kuan then said uncomfortably, "That day, when I got home, I saw that my box had been dug out! Then, she was acting like a totally different person toward me! She wouldn't say a word to me, and no matter how I tried to explain it, she wouldn't listen."
Han Kuan then admitted, "Detective Zhao, you were right! I was not worried about her reporting me, because I firmly believed that that box was not enough evidence to prove anything! But, I really couldn't stand her change in attitude toward me!"
Han Kuan then said frantically, "Her attitude towards me changed completely, and she became indifferent to me. What made me suffer the most was that she looked at me with horror in her eyes."
Han Kuan twisted his body as if her was in agony, then said sadly, "I couldn't bear that! My purpose of becoming the devil was to seek justice, not to frighten my wife! I simply couldn't bear it!"
He shook his head, then continued, "So... So... I couldn't let her live in fear forever... So... I..."
Han Kuan grabbed his fists and said, while trembling all over, "I... I... God… What on earth have I done to her? I killed her! And... In a way that I thought was flawless!"
Han Kuan then asked hopelessly, "Officer Zhao, is everything you have shown me true? Was she really going to forgive me? I... Why did I kill her?"
"Your killing her was real, and your feelings are real now..." Zhao Yu looked at Han Kuan indifferently, then said, "But, your selfishness is also real! The Devil is just an excuse that you are using to comfort yourself!"
"Excuse... You really think that is just an excuse?" Han Kuan's eyes blurred with his tears.
"Han Kuan, you need to wake up!" Zhao Yu said solemnly. "We all must pay for what we do! Do you think that you can escape the law?"
At this point, Zhao Yu finally smiled with relief as he added, "Even if I've never been to Golden City and I'd never met you, you couldn't get away with it. I would definitely catch you in the end!"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

After work.

"Hey, did you hear about it?"

"I just went for dinner. What happened?"

"The rookie nearly fought with Tian Bin."

"Ah? Seriously? What happened?"

Many people in the office began speaking in whispers. Everyone loved a commotion.

Zhang Ye did not go home either. He rubbed the game ring to open his inventory and took out the chewing gum-like object he had previously taken out from a treasure chest. He opened the package. And at this moment, Tian Bin had come back in from outside. As the two of them sat across from each other, their seats were in close proximity to one another. If Tian Bin wanted to get to his seat, he had to pass by Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye quietly stuck the Unlucky Sticker onto Tian Bin's trousers with a finger. This thing could not be seen by anyone other than Zhang Ye!

Pa!

Tian Bin had the feeling that Zhang Ye had touched him when he walked past. However, when he looked down, he could see nothing, so he coldly glanced back at Zhang Ye.

The game ring made an announcement!

The Unlucky Sticker has been used. Effective for 5 minutes. Countdown begins. 4:59, 4:58...

Although Zhang Ye's antics got on Tian Bin's nerves, his mood today was still good, overall. "Recalling Spirits" was currently the most upward-trending ghost story and he had spent a lot of effort securing the audio & broadcast rights to the novel. A few other provinces' radio stations had launched a bidding war to secure the rights, but in the end, Tian Bin had won the rights. He had actually resorted to under-the-table methods and had went directly to the publisher, instead of the author, who was a rookie. He negotiated with the publisher's management and promised a higher price for the rights. As to how the publisher would negotiate the payout with the author, it was none of Tian Bin's business. He had only promised the publisher that the bid price would not be revealed to the author and that the station and the publisher would be the only ones gaining from this deal.

Tian Bin saved no effort, as he wanted to make use of this novel to help boost the listenership of his "Late-night Ghost Stories" segment, attract more sponsorship and gain a name for himself.

Beep, beep. Another short message came.

Tian Bin looked at his mobile phone. It was a message from the publisher's vice-president, wishing success to Tian Bin's radio segment, as well as a reminder to not divulge the fees agreed upon for the novel's audio & broadcasting rights.

Tian Bin smiled and, as he replied while he walked, something happened on the office desk to his left!

A female colleague was thinking of taking her lunchbox and getting off work, but when she stretched out her arm, she did not pay attention, causing the lunchbox’s lid to crash to the ground with a "ding dang" sound.

Tian Bin just happened to step on it and slip to the ground. With a slam, he crashed to the ground!

"Aiyah!”

"Ah, Teacher Tian!"

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry, are you alright?"

Tian Bin was in pain. But as he stood up, he waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it."

He picked up the phone and saw that the message interface was gone, so he created a new message and typed, "President Li, please rest assured that we would not be asking about how you split the profits with the author. We will not be revealing our end of the deal with Li Gen either. This is not our first time working together, so you can trust me." After writing this, Tian Bin scrolled to President Li's contact to send out the message, but at this moment, the colleague opposite was preparing to knock off from work. When she was passing Tian Bin, she accidentally knocked into him. The silk fan she was holding fell and landed, spread out on the floor.

Tian Bin lost his balance, stepped on the fan at the same time and then came crashing onto the ground once again.

"Brother Tian!"

"I am so sorry!"

"You...... Aiyoo, my back. What's going on!"

This time, people in the office paid more attention. Two falls in the space of a few seconds?

How unlucky could it get?

Tian Bin stumbled onto his feet, so angry that he wanted to give a good scolding. He took a look at his phone and realised that while he was falling just now, he had scrolled to the wrong contact, which just so happened to be the author, Li Gen. President Li and him both had the surname of Li. Therefore, their contacts were just beside each other.

Tian Bin felt really angry and planned on choosing the correct contact again.

But all of a sudden, Li Si walked up from behind at a fast pace, "Brother Tian!"

Tian Bin turned his head around, "Peng!!"

The fluorescent light above his head exploded without a warning!

The light tube's pieces came falling towards them and gave Li Si a scare. His reflexes caused him to place his hand forward to protect himself, but instead hit Tian Bin on his chin.

Tian Bin screamed out, "Putong!"

As he fell backwards onto the ground, his hands tightened and, at the same time, the message was sent!

Li Si rushed to help him up, "Brother Tian! Sorry! This..."

Tian Bin was nearly in tears, "What are you doing!? Do you not have eyes!?"

Li Si scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Tian. I wasn't aware. Who would have thought that the light would explode?"

But when he picked up the phone to take a look at the screen, Tian Bin's face changed. Damn it! How did it get sent!?

He wanted to save the situation, but it was already too late!

This scene played out in front of Zhang Ye. He saw clearly with his eyes how Tian Bin fell and was knocked into. Their colleagues were laughing, thinking, “What bad luck Tian Bin has today!”

Three times!

He had fallen down three times!

Didn't you check the almanac before leaving the house?

But this was not the end. Just as the effects of the Unlucky Sticker was ending, the Literature Channel's person in charge rushed in!

"Tian Bin." Zhao Guozhou called loudly.

Tian Bin acknowledged, knowing that something was wrong, "Leader."

Everyone looked over, without knowing what had happened.

Zhao Guozhou screamed, "What the hell are you doing!"

"Eh?"

"The author of "Recalling Spirits", Li Gen, just called and demanded that the contract be voided and for us to stop the broadcast of his novel!"

"And if we infringed upon his copyright, he will send us his lawyer's letter!"

"Wasn't this matter supposed to be handled by you?"

"Why has it become my problem now?"

Tian Bin didn't dare to say a word and just looked down.

The rights for the novel "Recalling Spirits" were all with the author and the same went for the audio rights. It was down to trust that the author allowed the publisher to negotiate on his behalf. Therefore, strictly speaking, without the author's written permission, any agreements were not legal. This was how it was for "Recalling Spirits" and Tian Bin had only signed a contract with the publisher. If the author had taken his part of the payment, then the  contract would have been in effect. But even so, if the author wanted to, he could have the contract voided!

Zhao Guozhou chided him for a full ten minutes.

Finally, the Literature Channel's several managers arrived and everyone was discussing the issue at hand. Only then did Zhang Ye and the others understand what had just happened. It was now known that Tian Bin had an agreement with the publishers of "Recalling Spirits" for the novel's audio rights. He would keep the agreed price a secret from the author and let the publisher keep a part of the profits. Actually, this was very common in the industry. Even if Tian Bin did not purposefully hide the details, as long as the publisher did not mention it, the author would not have known. But somehow, Tian Bin's message with all the details of the deal was sent wrongly to the author! 

Isn't this a nail in the coffin?

Isn't this disgusting?

Cancelling the rights wasn't too much. If it were any other author who saw that message, the outcome would have been much worse!

Tian Bin explained, "Leader, this time it was my mistake, but I feel that we can continue with the broadcast. The contract has already been signed with the publisher, actually....."

Wang Xiaomei, who had not knocked off yet, replied with displeasure, "Are you going to fight the court case?"

A head of the editorial team also chipped in, "It definitely cannot be broadcasted!" "Who will be responsible when problems arise?"

They were a public institution and profits were not the main problem; responsibility was.

Everyone was discussing back and forth, but finally Zhao Guozhou slammed his hand on the board, "Change the novel. All departments who have suitable ghost story resources, help out. Tonight's broadcast cannot be cancelled. Use the shortest time and settle the new novel's copyrights!" Zhao Guozhou pointed at Tian Bin's nose and said, "It's all on you! Wait for your punishment!"

In contrast, Tian Bin looked like his father had just died!

While Zhang Ye's anger simmered, he realized the Unlucky Sticker had only been in effect for five minutes. Just a short five minutes had passed and Tian Bin's luck became like this? This item is too miraculous! It looks like, in the future, besides the nickname "Zhang Jingkong", another nickname is necessary. Yes, how does “Famous Detective Kogoro Mori” sound!?


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Alternative musician?"

"It just means that I won't be fixated on the classical genre, I want to try exploring other sides of music," This was half - truth statement. Yue Ling's real desires laid in the fact that she couldn't deal with the strict rules the Conservatory would impose if she joined as a core member.

"That's great! More sides means more opportunities. I will be cheering on you," Rose beamed a smile towards the raven, who in turn looked at her companion left on the side.

Lin Yun Tian could not actively join in on the talk, so he stepped aside for the time being.


"Sweet. Could you take us to Director Lin now?" Yue Ling wanted to get the matter over with. She was so close to unraveling the whole mystery, small talks could wait.


"Oh, of course! I was swept away in the conversation, sorry. I'll lead you to him, he should be in the audio room now,"

Following her words, she proceeded to offer the two home slippers, as cleanliness was one of the perks that were required in Director Lin's abode.

"Director Lin, someone you know is here to see you," Rose knocked on the golden ring hung before the ivory door that complemented the walls and overall feel of the house.

Receiving a reply to enter, Rose twisted the doorknob and opened it, revealing the sight of an older man immersed in his thoughts sitting beside the large windows, holding a thick book on his hands.

Sunlight passed through the glass windows and gazed upon him with warmth, as if it was silently accompanying him during the reading session.


His sight gradually rose upwards as it finally landed on the pair of newcomers, in which his eyes had a natural response to widen in shock.

The rest of his face was akin to a man with facial paralysis, unchanging even though his heart had been stirred.

The almost 70 - year - old man would never have expected such an outcome.

Something he tried so hard to prevent in desperation in the past, had come to bite him back in revenge.

Time was cold and unfeeling as it did not allow the man to recover from his thoughts before the familiar woman took the initiative to greet the elder.

"Uncle Lin, hello," Yue Ling made a slight bow as she made eye contact with the white - haired man.

"Grandfather, hello." Following Yue Ling, Lin Yun Tian also bowed.

"You.. two," Director Lin's brows were scrunched up and creased, wrinkles showing up on his face with prominence.

He could only sigh at this development. Indeed, he should've expected it. The girl's mental strength was too strong, far stronger than what he estimated.

"..Rose, brew some tea for us," 

"Understood," As it was her work to take care of the man, she naturally had to learn his preferences and dislikes. 

Tea was a major part of Lin Yun Shan's happiness, so Rose was able to brew some fine tea.


After the brunette left the room, the atmosphere tensed up. 


Lin Yun Shan held thousands of unspeakable words that he wanted to convey, but couldn't.


"Uncle Lin, would you mind having a little chat with me?" Yue Ling sat down on the opposite end of the wooden bench, basking in the warming sunlight.

Not receiving an answer, she turned to look at the tall man standing right in front of her.


"Tian' ge, it's best that you are not here. Could you leave us for a second?" Yue Ling amicably smiled as she scooted closer to the elder man.

Strangely, Yue Ling did not feel any sense of reproach to the Lin elder.






Once Lin Yun Tian agreed with the proposal, he left the room and headed towards the kitchen to help the new caretaker, Rose.

The two were sitting next to each other on the long bench, relishing in the calm silence and warmth.

Yue Ling did not feel hatred coming from the Lin family members. That was a fact.

"Uncle Lin, I am an adult now. Sorry for not visiting you these past couple of years," Yue Ling opened up her mouth to build a sense of familiarity.

"..Perhaps it's best that you didn't visit," Although his words seemed cold, Yue Ling only sensed the feeling of guilt and remorse.

"I'm guessing that you have realized your memory's absence," Lin Yun Shan did not intend to play dumb. He jumped down on the matter. 

Once he received a noise of agreement from Yue Ling, he slumped forward, arching his back and looking down to the floor.

He had made up his mind since a long time ago. Yue Ling had the right to know the truth. She was one of the players in the story.

He also knew that she was sensible enough not to make any rash decision, unlike his own grandson. Although he hadn't been in close contact with her, he had heard of her progress through that doting father of hers.

He started to open up the stories. He told her about how he was good friends with Yue Yang, Yue Ling's paternal figure.

He told her about the Lin family tree. How he had a daughter named Lin Ling. How she found her love and had two children. 

And how the tragic coincidence happened. 

It was only supposed to be a normal day. Nothing much. They were having a short break in a vacation home owned by the Yue company. Back then, Yue company was at its very peak, and their financial status way enough to buy themselves a secluded small island located near the coast. 

Because a certain trio was heavily in love with music, the home naturally had an audio room installed.

A grand piano, a violin, and a harp.

Lin Yun Tian sat on the piano chair, his fingers  dancing on the keys with ease.

The violin was played by Yue Ling, who took charge of the main melody.

Lin Ling sat on the floor as she played the harp, adding a beautiful tune to the piece.

A happy day, or so it should've been.









The originally sunny day turned into dark storms as black clouds filled the skies, rain pouring down hard on the buildings. 

It was only a simple coincidence.

What were the chances that the lightning hit the generator, the power source for the entire building? What were the chances that another lightning hit the house's rooftops, causing the attic to collapse down to the audio room and starting a fire?

Who would've known that the incident would happen? The trio were stranded by themselves in the burning mansion. 

Moments before the attic collapsed down, Lin Ling had her motherly instincts. The situation was clearly not a simple power outage, it was something much more than that.

Shoving her son away from the piano and taking the full brunt of the collapse moments after, Lin Ling was squished under the heavy objects, creating the tear - jerking scene of a woeful mother reaching her hand as far as she could to perhaps, have the chance to touch the pair of children one more time.

The piano that had Lin Yun Tian sitting in front of was now broken, a large concave blister was made. The fire spread out, and soon the entire piano had also started burning.

Lin Ling did not plan to die in vain. Enduring the pain and internal signals her body sent to herself, she crawled over to a mobile phone and contacted the emergency workers.

 The only luck factor was that there was workers stationed not far away from the location, in which they were able to rescue the children in time.


Lin Ling's life was lost, but the others had to live on with the memory, especially the two children who had to witness it all. 

The puzzle had been solved. 

No schemes, no grudges, no nothing.

It was just a series of coincidences that led ip to a tragedy.

A series of coincidences was better than a series of tragedies, but there was only a thin layer separating the two from being called the same thing.


.

"..Then, who is Rose? Uncle, you wouldn't randomly get close to anyone," 

Lin Yun Shan was able to hold in his tears as he continued. If he was to open up, it was better to spill everything and leave nothing behind.


"I had adopted a child from a family with a deficit in economical status. I guess I wanted to cover up the hole in my heart? I wanted a daughter, someone who could appease my heart like how Lin Ling did,"

"I got used to the new presence not long after the adoption. She was a carbon copy of Lin Ling in personality. Bubbly, cheery, witty, and intelligent. It was a shame that the original family had regained a source of income capable of raising her until adulthood," Lin Yun Shan uttered his real thoughts. He hated himself for thinking such wicked things, but it was his true feelings. Instead of feeling happy for Rose, who got reunited with her family, he felt anguished.

"I understood the fact that Rose was entrusted with me not because the family didn't want her. They were lacking money, that's it. I understood what having a daughter felt like. At the same time, I understood how it feels when your own flesh and blood was being taken away from you," Lin Yun Tian's eyes misted with tears.

"I was very much surprised when I saw someone who had her bearings standing before the Conservatory with longing eyes,"

"I approached her, but she didn't seem to recognize me for our short parent - child relationship, she recognized me for my title instead,"

"Indeed, she was only around four - and - a - half when I adopted her, it was not a surprise that she couldn't remember," Lin Yun Shan had only adopted her for a few months before the family landed on a stable job.

"However, during her short stay, she loved the harp. It was sitting in the corner of my music room, so I gave it to her. She was so interested in it. I didn't expect that she would continue playing it even until now, although she deviated to the vocals," His tone held a sense of adoration in it. 


It was all crystal clear now.


The storyline had been patched up.

This work has been merged with my new wsa work, "Sorry, I Never Loved You". You might see arcs from this work be repeated over there.

As a small compensation that the last chapter took so long, I thought: I'll show you alternative ways how the story could have gone.
1. the bloodthirsty hunter:
In the beginning, Jaguar was supposed to be the antagonist of the story. He should have slightly grey skin and be more like Frankenstein's creature. He should be Talon's most brutal killer and be known for drinking the blood of his victims and because of his enormous regeneration he is almost impossible to kill. The real hero should be a bounty hunter, whose family was once killed by Jaguar, right in front of his eyes.
He or she (this was not yet certain) should join Overwatch to find Jaguar and take revenge on him. For this purpose he/she has made a spear of shining blue metal, which blocks his regeneration. In the end the hero, with Tracer's help (the two have come very close in the course of the story), defeats Jaguar by ramming the spear into Jaguar's heart. Jaguar's corpse then disintegrates, leaving only a black skeleton with silver teeth. The hero then decides to stay with Overwatch and with Tracer.


2. the next generation:
Another idea was: Overwatch stormed a secret lab and Tracer found a kid with silver teeth and claws. Overwatch takes care of him and with his curiosity and skills he often causes chaos. 20 years later he is the leader of a new generation of Overwatch agents.


2.5. The voice:
My actual desired candidate for Jaguar's voice was the actor and musician Sascha Rotermund (voice of Benedict Cumberbatch in The Hobbit, Star Trek and the Marvel movies, Jon Hamm, Armie Hammer, Dan Stevens in "Beauty and the Beast" or currently as the voice of Mandalorian in the series. Furthermore many audio books and audio plays.
    
However, he was already the German voice of Baptiste. So someone new had to be found.


3. the special investigator:
One plan was for Jaguar, instead of a pirate, to be a "Special Investigator of the British Kingdom". So someone who would be called in when " strange" things happened. Agents of the secret service found him in the jungle and brought him (after he bit off a commander's hand) to England. Where they trained him (not completely voluntarily) as a special investigator. He was dismissed, however, and spent his time as a bounty hunter, private investigator and adventure. He is supported by an AI called MINA, which is on a microchip transplanted into him. MINA is very childish and rebellious, the two often fight over words. After meeting Overwatch several times, he later joined them.
The idea comes from the German audio play series: "Oscar Wilde and Mycroft Holmes Special Investigator of the Crown" and "Cyberdetective" in which Sascha Rotermund plays the leading role in both.
P. S. Jaguar's story he reads to the agents is the content of Frank Schätzing's novel " Tod und Teufel" (engl. "Death and Devil"). With the difference that the novel is set in Cologne and that not the Queen but the bishop is to be murdered.
The ghost train story is a tribute to the Audible audio play series "Ghostsitter". The first part is now also available in English on Audible. Take the risk to listen to it, it's worth it.


What do you think, would you guys have liked one of the stories better?

A dangerous killer, who was thought to be dead long ago, has emerged from obscurity and calls Overwatch into action. But is he really the real enemy?

All rights are at Blizarrd

Spoiler:
Tracer x OC

PS.: Just wanted to tell that how this book is just a bunch of things I write, feel free to start in any chapter you feel more like reading!
I am a person that falls in love pretty easily. But somehow I feel it so deeply it hurts, then I write.
Those are my feelings that I hope I can put chronologically. Probably another chapter about my love's stories will be published in the future. Because I'm like a fool in love with being in love... So, hope you enjoy!

-One-
I love you
I think

-Two-
Loving someone platonically is a dual.

You love him to the core of your essence, but you don't want to love him.

You want him to know you, but you are afraid of his gaze on your weaknesses, and even your strengths.

You want to know him, every cell range inside and outside him, but you want him to come to you.

You want to be with him in bad and good times, but you are afraid of not being enough.

You want to be his castle, his home, but you are afraid to donate so much, for those who just want a season or are waiting for a better offer.

But, when the time comes, in the simple moment that he look into his eyes, or he sends you a message, an audio, a call, a smile.  All of these thoughts are suppressed.  It stops.  You live the inconstancy of that moment as if it were forever, memorize each movement, as if it were essential for life.  And after that trail is gone, a peace lasts, an intense but short serenity, which removes all doubts: it is him.

But loneliness returns, as fast as a needle stick, because the emptiness get bogged down by doubts.

That's why to love, even in the truest way, is also to suffer.

-Three-
I wish you've had come for me today.

-Four-
I still worry too much about you.  I don't want to fall in love with someone just to plug the hole, I want to get over you.  I want it a lot, but I also want you to be happy too, and I don't want to feel guilty for doing you harm.  I want to believe that your friends will do you even better than they already do and that you will get thought what hurts you.  You are an incredible person.  And you deserve to live.  You deserve the world.  Which I am not able to give, not even a little bit.  But you will find someone, or maybe you already have, but I hope that you live as much with that person and that you are pleased.  Very much.
And I hope I'll too.  Very much.  And it's okay if you don't come back.  One day it won't worry me anymore.

-Five- (I think it is important to point that it's about another person)
I feel butterflies in my belly.
I like when you answer me, even if it makes me ashamed and nervous.
Even without knowing it, you question me, I want to follow this uncertain path just for your patting.
I feel like I get lost being someone else.  I feel like I'm a fake.
But not when you come to chat.
I feel a different warmth.  I wanted you to feel a little of the same, I wanted to know if you smile in a different way when I talk to you.
And not being sure of that scares me.

-Six-
He looked at her from above.  He was not sure how he felt with that mask that covered his nose.  Which only made him sexier.
She stood on tiptoe, used two fingers to pull the mask off his nose and down to his chin, gaining the vision she wanted.  His face.  Leaning forward, he held her by the waist and she stuck their lips together.

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Captain America (First Person P.O.V)
Bruce had taken Percy for his check up, and not even ten minutes had passed when we saw Percy stomp to his room.  Bruce came out of the medical room and sighed at us.  We tried asking him what was up with Percy, but he just kept his mouth shut.  The only thing he had told us was that Percy was diagnosed with ADHAD, dyslexia, PTSD, and had frequent flashbacks, though Bruce didn't know about what. 
Percy had been if his room an awfully long time after that, and we were starting to get worried.  Before Bruce had taken Percy for his exam, he hadn't eaten anything.  Then, he stormed out, went to his room, and hadn't come out.  He would have been starving - at least, a kid his age would say they were starving.
I looked to Stark and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.  Stark had grown a soft spot for teens ever since he 'adopted' Peter Parker.  Tony walked up to the high-tech coffee table and tapped on the glass twice.  Suddenly, a blank blue screen popped up.
Stark pushed some buttons before saying, "Friday, I want the footage of Percy's room.  Can you pull it up?"
Friday's voice filled the room, "Really?  You're asking an incredibly smart AI if she can 'pull up footage'.  Of course I can," she replied. I heard Clint and Natasha snicker in the background.  If Friday was real person, I was sure she'd be rolling her eyes at the moment.  
Suddenly, the blank blue screen started flickering, and the live video footage of Percy's room popped up.  We saw him sitting on his bed, thinking.  He shuddered a little before getting up and heading to the bathroom.  The video feed had no audio, so we waited to see what would happen.
Don't judge.  This was a very powerful, suspected for terrorism, kid we were dealing with.
Anyway, by that time, all the Avengers, including Peter and Thor were crowded around the video.  Stark expanded it so that we'd all be able to see.  A few minutes passed before Percy came out of his bathroom, but one thing caught us all off guard.  Another kid stepped out of the bathroom with him.
The kid looked goth.  He was pale and skinny, as if it had been weeks since he'd eaten.  He wore a black skull shirt, ripped back jeans, a black skull ring, and had shaggy black hair.  He looked about fifteen, a little younger than Percy.  We saw them sit on the bed, and Percy hugged the kid, who seemed to grow a solemn expression on his face after a few moments of talking.
That was when Tony, who had gone to get coffee, promptly spit out the hot liquid, conveniently aimed at my face of course.  I groaned and took a hankie from Bruce, thanking him.  Tony, his eyes still wide, started running to Percy's room.  No doubt, we all had to follow.
We burst through Percy's room, just as he was about to say something.  Percy and the goth kid got into some pretty powerful fighting stances, until Percy seemed to recognize us.  He calmed the kid down and rolled his eyes.  I promise you, I heard Natasha stifle a laugh.
Tony started freaking out, his arms moving wildly.  Percy introduced the kid as Nico di Angelo, though he didn't tell us how he had gotten into the tower.  Of course, that was the moment Thor chose to walk into the room, happily eating his Pop-Tart...that he managed to drop once he saw the Nico.
Nico looked at Percy and asked, "Who's the god?"  His hand was moving over something - a weapon.
Percy introduced Thor and said something about a guy named Zeus, and Nico seemed to understand.  I shot the two a confused look, and everybody else must have too because they started snickering.  Percy and Nico had a really confusing talk about food before pushing their way out of the room and getting some dinner.
That was when we decided to stoop a little low - even lower than a caffeine deprived Stark which, I tell you, is not pretty.  All the Avengers, except Thor and Vision seemed to come to a consensus.  We  all spread out to different sides of Percy's room and started checking for any belongings that might have told us who Percy really was.  
I saw Stark trying to access Percy's closet.  He put his hand up to the scanner and screamed, "WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO GOOD AT MAKNG AI's," when the scanner wouldn't recognize him.  I chuckled when Stark kicked the wall.
Of course, my amusement was cut short when a scream ripped through the hallway like a glass shard.  Thor snapped his head towards the sound and ran.  Tony and Vision followed suit.  I shook my head and ran behind them, trying to assess if there was any damage.
We found Percy thrashing on the couch, his stomach bleeding and tears coming out of his closed eyes.  He was baring his clenched teeth, holding back a scream.  Percy clutched the edge of the couch subconsciously.  I looked around, but the Nico kid was nowhere in sight - neither was Thor.
We didn't know what to do, and that was never a good sign.
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One week ago, after the episode for I Am a Writer, Please Roast Me's shooting was completed, inside the breakroom for contestant seven, Feng Bujue was naturally eliminated for handing in nothing for the final round. After chatting with the other contestants, he returned to the breakroom happily, drinking the provided canned coffee. Finally, he could go home after the interviews.
Not long after that, Oscar brought two cameramen, an audio guy, and a lighting guy to knock on the room door. Feng Bujue went to answer it. After they entered, they started to set up the equipment. Oscar walked in to shake Feng Bujue's hand like this was a meeting with a government official. "Thank you, it must have been tiring…"
"No, no, it is more tiring for you…" He paused to ask, "Hmm? Do you need to do seven interviews?"
"No, no, I'm just interviewing you," Oscar replied. "This is the director's rules. I'm to interview the eliminated writer, and the remaining six will be interviewed by the editors or sub directors."
"Oh." Feng Bujue nodded.
The few had already set up the recording equipment in the room. During the interview, the interviewer and the writer were placed in the corner of the room. There was tape on the ground to specify where the chairs should be placed. The workers busied themselves for a while, and the interview was ready. Oscar carried a set of documents with him. He sat across from Feng Bujue, away from the camera, and said, "Then… shall we start?"
"Sure," Feng Bujue replied. He was in a hurry to go home, so naturally, the faster the better.
"When you received the invitation to be on the show, were you nervous… or pressured?" Oscar followed the script he had and started the interview.
"No."
"Then, did you hesitate?" Oscar asked. "After all, you're a famous writer. When you hear you have to face the other writers on this stage, did it feel weird?"
"I am nothing compared to them, so why should I hesitate?"
"Haha…" Oscar laughed. He picked up the mobile broadcaster he had. With a few clicks, he placed it before Feng Bujue. It was showing part of the episode. "Why did you give this title to the episode?"
"Because I could predict what would happen next," Feng Bujue answered.
"Now let's see…" Oscar followed up. He forwarded to another segment. "Why did you write something like that during the first round?"
"Why can't I?" Feng Bujue replied with a laugh. "Just like I said, the keywords were war, hero, and character. It's hard to come up with a surprising answer, so I wrote about someone that would surprise everyone."
Oscar nodded and pushed the video forward. "Then, during the audience voting segment, which place did you predict yourself would be?"
"The last place…" Feng Bujue said, "I told you I have over-corrected."
"During the second round, I noticed that you didn't have a single word on your panel at all."
"Because the frame is all here." Feng Bujue used his finger to point at his head.
"How long did you need to come up with that story?" Oscar asked.
"Actually… when you asked me for the answer, that was when I started to think about it," Feng Bujue answered shamelessly.
"It does sound like that." Oscar laughed. "Haha… But even so, you got second place, so that is a proof of your talent."
"The effect wouldn't be as good is this was done a second time," Feng Bujue said. "This is because the audience hasn't seen someone that plays the game like me. So, they have a deep impression of me. If any other contestant tries to mimic me, they will end up unlucky."
Oscar made a signal for the camera crew to stop shooting. The audio put down the boom. "Can I ask you a private question? After the second round, Director Pei wanted to talk to you. What was that about?"
Feng Bujue was obviously not going to bring up the vote manipulation. He answered openly, "Oh, that… he said that if I continued doing what I did, I would be eliminated, so he told me in advanced about the return episode, then we chatted about Fighting Club, syphilis, and so on."
Oscar's lips twitched and signaled for the crew to continue. He dragged on the loading bar. "During the third round, did you really finish the whole book?"
Feng Bujue smiled brightly. "When you walked in, I noticed that you hid the envelope that I got inside your inner pocket, right? Since you came prepared, you can try me."
Oscar chuckled shyly and took out the envelope. He took out the A4 sheets of paper that were stapled together and flipped to a random page. He read, "He said in a haughty tone, my foolish servant, your father is…"
Before the man finished, Feng Bujue continued. "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a hooker, your sister is a retard, and you have the honor of being the servant of a noble. What else can you ask for?"
Oscar was sincerely shocked. "Mr. Bujue, your memory is godlike."
In disbelief, he turned the paper over to make sure that nothing could be seen on the other side, and he quickly added, "You could join China's Got Talent."
"Haha… not interested." Feng Bujue smiled, but he seemed to be fixated on the novel before him, and he added, "The book is really not bad, but the plot is too conventional and lacks a hook. Other than that, there is a short part that was lifted directly from Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls with only the era and characters changed and the bridge explosion changed into an assassination. When I read it, I felt the whole thing felt familiar, and when I read the sentence 'no man is an island', I understood everything. The author did not know how to continue after chapter thirty, so he 'borrowed' from other books, and then he came up with a few lack luster stories and could not continue anymore."
Oscar was baffled and thought, So you have not only finished reading it, you even gave it quite a serious read…
"Are you that… unwilling to give this story a final chapter? Even if you just wrote randomly, someone would vote for you," Oscar said.
"I do not like to touch other people's work, especially eunuched work," Feng Bujue replied. "These kinds of novels give me a feeling like… they're another family's child, and the child was abandoned before they grew up. And now you want me to come and pretend to be their new parent, to care for them—I can't do something like that. Since the child's parents do not care about them, why should I? As you can see, I am not what one would call a good parent."
"Okay, I think I get it now," Oscar said. "But I have to ask, what is your feeling about the elimination? Do you feel regret? Especially do you think that you would redo the whole thing if you were given the chance to retry the third round?"
Feng Bujue could not admit that his goal was to get eliminated. He scratched his head and decided to go with some perfunctory words. "Hmm… I feel honored to have been invited, and I am appreciative that the main editors would even notice a small character like myself. Regarding regrets… it's fine, I don't feel regret. Since I've done it, there is no looking back."
This interview continued for fifteen minutes. There were many things to shoot like the comments on the other contestants and some necessary questions. When the interview ended, Oscar glanced at the script he was holding, He had run through the questions, and he operated the broadcasting machine. "Before I ask the last question… I have a VCR that is shot when the other writers first came to the show. They are mixed and edited. I hope you can take a look at it."
…
"A writer is…"
"A writer?"
"Hmm… For me…"
"A writer…"
"Is someone who use words to build a dream."
"A career and a business."
"A spreader of thoughts."
"Is my life."
"Is ordinary and extraordinary…"
"A path of no return? Haha… please cut this out."
"They say that this is not good and that is not good, but when they write it themselves, can they even achieve their own set standard?"
"Because I like to write, so I held on."
"Everyone starts at the same place. We are chasing the same dream. Some strayed from the path or… have given up completely. But I believe those who carried on will eventually meet at the end."
"I often have to remind myself that I am a writer. This is not just a show. We are writers even outside the show. We need to use our performance to show the public what a writer is and not have them tell us how to write."
"If everyone can be a writer, why the need for professional writers?"
…
"Following tradition, every writer that comes to our show has to answer this…" Oscar paused. "Mr. Bujue… what is the meaning of the word 'writer' to you?"
After Feng Bujue watched the not so long VCR, he suddenly felt like this was a difficult question. "Let me think about it."
A serious expression showed on his face. This had never once appeared during the show. After a long silence, Feng Bujue finally said, "I got it."
The audio raised the boom, and Oscar waved at the cameraman.
"Give him a close up." He turned his face to Feng Bujue. "Okay, please go ahead."
"For me, a writer is… someone who can use words to change the world. Only by believing in that and believing in yourself can a dream become reality."


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


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"Where am I?" Dusk asked. He was surrounded by a white light in all directions. He couldn't move about. His legs were stuck fast to the ground, heavy like a tonne of bricks. The small boy, only having just turned five, looked down at his feet. "Huuuuh?" he screamed out. There was no floor beneath him, only an endless chasm of white, as if he were levitating on a cloud. His stomach churned as he looked down, trying to ascertain where chasm ended.
 
Sweat formed on his forehead and dripped down along his nose. His hands felt wet as he clasped them together tightly. Dusk shivered as he continued to look down, believing he would fall any moment now. 'Don't look down, don't look down.' He shut his eyes tightly.
 
���Child, there is no need to be scared," a warm, deep voice called out. It was instantly able to ease Dusk's worries. The voice held within it a strange, mystical power, as if there was only truth behind it, and that its will was absolute.
 
The boy looked around in search of where the voice came from, however he was unable to find it. "Who are you?" he asked in his tiny voice. His eyes darted around and he focused intently to find the originator of the call.
 
The voice chuckled, yet the sound it produced seemed to come to Dusk's ears from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "You've always been an inquisitive one, child. It's a trait I enjoy the most," the voice said. "Do not worry about who I am, you are the shining star of this show, Dusk Arcana. That is how you will be called from now on. A fitting name, I believe."
 
Dusk scratched his head, confused. "But my name is Dusk Arcana already, isn't it?"
 
"That is only because I willed it into you memory. An easy feat for a god such as myself," the voice replied. "You need not worry, that is the only memory that I have altered for you. You won't forgot about your time on Earth, no matter how brief and inconsequential it may have been."
 
"Earth?" Dusk asked. His eyes widened. "Where is Mommy? I'm scared," he yelped. Tears began to well up in his eyes, however moments later a calming wave washed over him and suppressed his turbulent emotions.
 
"There there, don't be afraid. You've been given a second chance at life child. You'll come to understand how much of a boon this moment is in the future. But for now, do you have any questions for me? I am a god, after all," the voice said.
 
"Where am I going to?" the boy asked.
 
"You will be going to a place where magic exists. Dragons, elementals, elves, demons and many other mystical beings are all present on the planet I oversee. I took pity on you for the five years of life you spent in utmost pain. To have been forced to be strapped to a hospital bed for all of that time, never once making a friend, it is truly pitiful. All I ask is that you make the best of your situation, live to do whatever it is that you want to do. This is a chance that rarely comes, created only by the whim of my own emotions, and my ties to Earth," the god spoke.
 
"Do what I want to?" Dusk mumbled. A sudden surge of thoughts rushed into his mind. Visions of himself playing with other children, walking with his own two legs for once. Memories came back of him staring outside of his hospital window, watching the kids playing basketball and football. The boy had preoccupied himself with reading hundreds of children's books to make time go by faster. He'd always envisioned himself wielding magic and playing together with dragons, and now he was told that would become his reality.
 
"I died? I knew it would happen… Is Mommy going to be okay?" he asked.
 
"She's going to be fine, don't you worry about it," the god said. "All that matters now is what you want to do. Live a free life, Dusk. I'll be here to listen to all of your stories when you return once again. Hopefully later than sooner."
 
"I will try, Mr.god," the boy replied.
 
The god laughed, a hearty laugh. "That's the first time I've been called that. What an interesting little boy you are. Time has run out now. You will be leaving this place that defies the logics of time very soon. I have rewritten the world to compensate for your existence. You'll be reborn at the age of five, and will have memories of your life on this planet as if you were truly there for five years. Your memories of Earth won't vanish either," the god said.
 
"What is your name?" the boy asked as his body started to shimmer, vanishing into nothingness.
 
"Favian, you can call me Favian child." Dusk was finally able to see who the voice came from. A tall man with long purple hair stood in front of him. His eyes were filled with a chaotic energy as they sparkled in the light. He raised his brown hand and patted Dusk on the head. "May your wishes finally be granted my child."
 
Immediately after, Dusk's vision blurred, and a darkness took over. Memories that weren't previously in Dusk's mind suddenly came to mind. They felt normal, as though they were meant to be there or had always been there.
 
"Wake up Dusk, breakfast is ready," a sweet female voice said. The sound of the woman's voice brought Dusk immediate comfort. He'd heard her voice hundreds of times, yet this was also the first time he'd truly heard it.
 
"Okay Mom," Dusk replied. He opened his eyes, staring at his dark brown hands. He turned them around and stared at their backside. A weird emotion bubbled through Dusk. He was by all means only five, and had only lived through five years. Yet, right now, he was given another five years of memories, and despite it feeling natural, it left him with a weird taste in his mouth.
 
Dusk got out of his bed. He wore a bright yellow pajama and stepped into a yellow pair of wool shoes, extremely fluffy and soft to the touch. The short boy walked down the ever so familiar stairs, his brown eyes observing the childish paintings hung to the sides of the walls. 'I drew those? Of course I did. I am Dusk Arcana.'
 
"What are you looking at in such a daze, come on let's go eat," a man said from behind Dusk. Dusk turned around and looked at his new father. He was tall and burly, veins popping out of the muscles on his forearms.
 
Dusk stood frozen to the spot, unable to take any steps forward.
 
"Ah, come on, you just want me to pick you up don't you?" his father said. "Don't tell your mother that I'm still doting on you, she'll be sure to raise hell loose on me," he whispered into Dusk's ear before grabbing him and throwing him onto his shoulder.
 
The man jumped down from the middle of the stairs, yet there was no sound when he reached the ground. So this is magic? Dusk noticed that his father's soles had been covered by a dark light just before he came into contact with the ground.
 
"Now, let's eat," the man said before walking into the kitchen. A savory waft of eggs, cheese and bacon reached Dusk as he entered the kitchen. His stomach growled upon seeing the four plates laid on the dining table.
 
"Nice of you to join us finally," Dusk's mother said. She stamped her feet on the ground whilst frowning. She wore a black apron around her waist as she held a saucepan in her hand. She distributed a red sauce onto each plate evenly. After putting the saucepan away, with a wave of her hand it was instantly cleaned by multiple particles of water that were shot out of her fingers.
 
Dusk walked over to the table and sat down. He dug into the food ferociously, tears dripping out of his eyes.
 
"Is the food so good today? I should pat myself on the back," his mother said.
 
"It's amazing," Dusk replied. He wolfed down the food and chugged down the glass of orange juice that was sat next to his plate.
 
"If you keep eating like that you might turn into a muscle brained fool like your father," the woman said with a laugh.
 
"Hey! That was uncalled for Alice," the man replied. "I, Stan Arcana, am a hard working, gentle, loving husband who- Ow, ow I'm sorry please don't hurt me."
 
"Pfft," Joan laughed as she stared at the scene. She nudged Dusk on the shoulder and said, "If only every day could be as fun as this."
 
"Yea, if only," Dusk replied, smiling through the tears that flowed down.

Aurora Nightshade spent her whole life living as a countryside bumpkin, living just to get by. Despite the hardships brought onto her by the Song clan, the tyrannical people that levy insufferable taxes onto her and the villagers, she was content enough with life.

This all changed one day, when an amulet fell from the sky like a meteor, and the world of magic opened up to her. The world of spirits and gods was opened to her that fateful night.

If you are into Wuxia and Cultivation themes, then don't miss this novel. It touches on some interesting mythology as well, and a lot of magic based on Epic Fantasy.

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