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Chronology of Marriage's personal works 1. The short work "Color" was published in the special issue "House of Suspense" of "Yimei" magazine in December 2008.

The 2nd novella "The Dog" was published in "Suspense" magazine in October 2009.

The third novella "Cat Wife" was published in "July" magazine in December 2009.

4 The short work "Lao Shao's Wax Figure" was published in "Blowing the Lamp Record 1" in January 2010.

5 The short work "The Strange Clouds in the Temple of Heaven" was published in "Suspense" in April 2010 Magazine.

The shortened version of the 6-length work "One More" has been serialized in the special issue of "Coward" magazine for eight consecutive issues since April 2010.

7 The novella "Ask Me about the Murderous Room" was published in "Cowards" magazine in September 2010.

8 The short work "Embroidered Shoes" was published in "Coward" magazine in November 2010.

9 The novella "Mountain Monster" was published in "Lotus Powder Ghost Stories" published by Huazhang in March 2011.

The 10th novella "The Creepy Girl" was published in "You Gui" published by Mo Tie in April 2011

The 11th novella "Painted Skin" was published in the "Painted Skin" in July 2011 July magazine.

The 12th novella "The Mystery of Five Elements Alley" was published in "Pluto" magazine produced by Wenzhi.

The 13th novella "Child Lost" was published in "The Ashes of Time" published by Dingzu Library in July 2011.

The 14th short story "Buried Together" was published in Motie Productions in 2011 In the third issue of "Super Beautiful" magazine.

In September 2010, the "Coward" magazine conducted a 20,000-word interview with him titled "Close Contact with Marriage". "One More"

The long suspense novel "One More" was published by Boji Tianjuan Publishing Company in November 2009.

Selected excerpts from the Yin Soldier:

On the bloody ground of the battlefield, blood will drip if you hold a piece of dirt. Why? Because more people died than survived.

This death is not just one or two, but tens of thousands. So many soldiers swarmed into the underworld at once, and the king of hell did not dare to accept them.

So they had no choice but to wander around the place where they died, marching back and forth. If they died in an ambush on the way and did not reach their destination, even if they had different paths and became ghosts, they would only have one mind. When I think of my destination, I just keep running.

There is a saying from ancient times: Yin soldiers use their own way to find a way.

What way? It's not a woman's vagina, it's a blood channel.

There is a saying: "Yin moves three times, Yang moves four, and a chicken cries to distinguish life or death." No matter how awesome and powerful the army is, he must arrange the marching time, either starting after the fourth watch, or It was calculated that the rest day would be the third watch. Anyway, no army dared to march when the third watch and the fourth watch alternated.

What should I do if the death order is given and I have to march? The leader of the team must first prepare a rooster, put the chicken head in a cloth bag, and carry it in his hand. When the third watch and the fourth watch alternate, the team does not stop, and the leader casually twists off the rooster head without bleeding or letting the chicken go. You can't let it crow even if its head is exposed to light. Moreover, once the head is twisted off, the rooster is very violent. If it doesn't die immediately, it wants to scream. If the throat is broken and it can't scream, it will make a muffled sound, which is called cock crowing.

Ji Zhu was supposed to be saying hello to the Yin soldiers who were walking, and said: "The dead old and young men, each has his own sufferings. You are on your way and we are on our way too. We are all sent by the above. Trouble. You give way, don't rush."

If we really want to rush, it will be over. How many people will have to follow the Yin soldiers and go back. No one knows whether they can come back. This is called taking advantage of the Yin.

The Yin soldiers taking advantage of the passage are exactly the opposite of this, and they are the most dangerous.

There is still room for negotiation if the Yang army uses the Yin soldier's path, but if the Yin soldiers want to use the Yang path, one thousand will die if they encounter a thousand, and ten thousand will die if they encounter ten thousand.

When Sun Chuanfang and Sun Xiucai were not commander-in-chief, a regiment under his command set up camp without paying attention to Feng Shui. At night, they met Yin soldiers borrowing their way. Except for one sentry, there was no one else.

The tent is there, the firewood is there, the guns and ammunition are there, and even the clothes that were taken off are there, but all the people are gone, not a single one is left.

The person who survived and served as a distant sentry said that at the alternation of the third and fourth watch, a burst of thick fog came in. From a distance, he saw black shadows in the fog, and an entire army was heading towards the enemy. Coming to the camp.

The ones on the distant sentry had no time to ask questions, so they fired quickly, but no one fell down in the fog, which shocked the camp. The whole camp was in chaos, with horses neighing and people screaming.

But the fog gradually surged up, and wherever it surged, the noise immediately turned into deathly silence.

Soon the army in the fog gradually moved away, leaving behind an empty camp. The far-off sentry station was so frightened that it dared not move and peed its pants.

These allusions were told by veterans when chatting in the military camp. They all said that they were passed down from generation to generation and should not be violated.

I didn’t expect that Li Youzi actually survived the Yin soldiers’ tunnel. How did he manage not to be taken away by the Yin soldiers?

"Terror Without Distance: The Security Guard in the Communication Room"

The long suspense novel "The Horror Without Distance: The Security Guard in the Communication Room" was published by Motie Culture Company in March 2010.

Selected clips of security night patrol:

The spring grass is green during the day, but dark at night. Even darker than that are the higher shrubs. Cat It's called spring inside, making love, rolling around.

There is a special sense of sadness in the cat's cries for joy. What I have to do during the night patrol is to shine a flashlight at the most miserable place where the cat meows, and then throw a brick into it.

In this way, people in the community will not go to work with red and swollen eyes due to lack of sleep the next day.

But this time the meowing sound of the cat in the grass was not interesting. I threw two bricks in, but it still meowed, getting louder and louder.

I finally heard it. This time the cat meowing was truly miserable, and the movements in the grass were getting louder and louder. One wave after another, I used my baton to separate the surrounding bushes to get a look. after all.

As soon as I parted the bushes, I found a pair of black eyes in the grass reflecting in the moonlight, staring at me motionlessly.

Not a cat’s eyes, a cat’s eyes are green.

Before I had time to adjust the flashlight, a black line swam along the turf, and something like a giant lizard flew close to the ground and entered the building of Tongtong's house.

The eyeball disappeared.

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if it was my imagination.

I didn’t have time to pay attention to that. The cats in front of me were spinning around like crazy, with their faces half upturned and meowing at the moon, with expressions on their faces that looked like people laughing.

I heard the old man say: A cat cries just like a human being laughs, but the strange thing is that I didn’t see the green cat’s eyes.

I carefully lifted a cat and shined a flashlight into its eyes.

The cat’s left eyelid has a small blood scar, and there is also one on the right.

Their eyes were blinded by sharp needles.

The two tall cedars in front of me were like two black giants, coldly looking down at everything in front of me. I wonder if there would be a pair of black eyes hidden on the cedars after I turned around and left. Stare at me.

"The Mystery of Five Elements: Bad Water"

The long series of suspense novels "The Mystery of Five Elements: Bad Water" was published by Motie Culture Company in July 2011

Selected excerpt: Alien Object in a Deserted Village:

Suddenly Gao Lin sat up and listened carefully in the darkness. It turned out that it was not an hallucination, that strange whispering sound was coming from the room, but the rapid and thin hesitation of syllables was definitely not the sound of ordinary people speaking.

Gao Lin quietly took out the flashlight under his pillow, flicked it on and started shooting around the room, but there was nothing in the room and the sound stopped abruptly.

Gao Lin turned off the flashlight, lay down and opened his eyes in the darkness, but what he saw was still darkness. After a while, the whispers started again.

This sound came from the four walls, and finally condensed in this empty room, echoing in Gao Lin's ears.

Gao Lin did not turn on the flashlight rashly. Slowly, inch by inch, he quietly turned around under the quilt and squinted his eyes towards the dark room.

There is really nothing inside.

Only the New Year pictures on the wall, the laughing doll holding a carp, the smiling God of Wealth holding a gold ingot, and other characters in the paintings all have their eyes open with cold light shining and bloodshot eyes. His eyes quietly stared at Gao Lin evilly.

The whispering sound came from the painting. Gao Lin thought he was drunk, so he quickly sat up, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked again. Sure enough, the eyes were gone. Gao Lin just breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the flashlight. Suddenly he saw the New Year doll's eyes blinking rapidly. A strange green light flashed under the dim light of the flashlight, and then went out immediately.

There was something alive behind the New Year pictures, secretly peeping at him!

Gao Lin wanted to jump up and shout loudly, but he felt chills all over his body. His body seemed to refuse to obey his orders and slipped under the quilt. He covered his head and did not dare to make a sound. He began to wonder if he was having a nightmare. . Unexpectedly, he heard quiet footsteps outside the quilt, and there were more than one pair. There were also constant mutterings. It felt like there were many things talking about him beside the bed.

The most terrible thing was that a corner of the quilt was slowly lifted, and a small hand slowly touched his leg. It was cold, wet, rough, and seemed to be covered with scales.

This couldn't be a dream, Gao Lin bit the tip of his tongue hard, it hurt! Taking advantage of the pain, he lifted the quilt and jumped to the ground, and countless short black shadows seemed to slip out quickly in the darkness. The door that Gao Lin had closed before going to bed was open, and the mountain breeze chilled the room with a damp breath. Gao Lin had lifted the quilt and spread it on the ground. A ray of moonlight crept in from the half-open door and illuminated the quilt. Gao Lin lit the oil lamp and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and then he saw countless footprints on the ground. It was as big as a child's foot, but it didn't look like five toes on the front. There were sharp nail marks, the footprints were flat, there were traces of water around them, and the ground was wet.

"The City in Danger at Sunset"

The long series of suspense novel "The City in Danger at Sunset" was published by Motie Culture Company in June 2014

Preface to the selected excerpts:

Preface

Ghosts singing in ancient buildings on the moon

At sunset, the city is full of corpses

Eight thousand tigers sprinkling green blood

Gathering in the underworld again to kill Shura

The strong and powerful font like a black dragon is entrenched on the old yellowed newspaper, and it is about to fly across the sky. This is the New York Times from December 18, 1943. The newspaper is stained with traces of long-dried blood. The headline of the newspaper was a yellowed and dark old photo. In the photo, dozens of Kuomintang officers and soldiers were standing in a neat military column. In the first few rows were soldiers squatting, with shy and shy smiles on their faces. . In the last row were officers, with vague sadness in their eyes, but a slight smile on their lips.

The most eye-catching thing in the photo is the tallest-ranked division commander Yu Wancheng, standing in the middle of the bottom row. He is a young officer in his early thirties with the rank of major on the far right. The officer had a handsome face, and his right hand was hanging at the outermost part of the team. You could see the old wounds on the middle index finger that were broken from the knuckles. His eyes were particularly deep and tired, but he had the brightest smile on his face. The English report next to the photo is simply translated as follows:

“Everywhere you look here are charred walls, broken bricks and ash heaps. If you want to find out more about this ancient city that once had a population of hundreds of thousands, It’s really hard to find anything alive except those brave Chinese soldiers who are standing and who will never stand up again.”

A friend said in November 2011. I read some written records and submissions left by my ancestors. I will tell you a story below. Please remember that this is a story, a completely fictional, bizarre, yet exciting legend. The names of people and places in the story do not exist. As for why it always coincides with some real events of the year, and is so like a key that can unlock historical mysteries - because this world is wonderful only when it has coincidences.

This key opened a huge lock placed by the old man in history in China in the winter of 1943, an era of heavy gunfire. On December 20, the artillery fire outside Shaode City came more fiercely than usual... In early 2009, he served as a screenwriter for "Mysterious Cases" broadcast by Dragon TV, and wrote the script for the TV series "White-haired Ghost Shooting Flowers" .