What are the collections of short stories about marriage?
The novella Dog Son was published in Suspense Ji magazine from June 5 to 10, 2009.
The novella Cat's Wife was published in July magazine in June 2009.
The short story "The Wax Statue of Lao Shao" was published in June, 20 10 "Blowing Lights 1".
The short story "The Mystery of the Temple of Heaven" was published in Suspense magazine in April 20 10.
The shortened version of the novel "One More" has been serialized for eight consecutive periods since April 20 10.
The novella "Ask the Murder Room in M" was published in Coward magazine on September 20 10.
The short story Embroidered Shoes was published in Coward magazine on October 2010165438+10.
The novella Shan Yao was published in the Lotus Story published by Huazhang in March, 201/kloc-0.
10' s novella "sophisticated woman" was published on 20 1 1 and "sophisticated" was published in motie.
1 1 The novella The Painted Skin was published in the July issue of 20 1 1.
12 The novella The Mystery of Five-Star Lane was published in the magazine Pluto produced by Sandwich.
13 The novella The Lost Child was published in 20 1 1 The Ashes of Time published by Dingzu Library.
14 The short story "Buried Together" was published in the third issue of Super Good-looking magazine produced by 20 1 1 Mo Tie.
Among them, in September of 20 10, Coward magazine made an exclusive interview with 20,000 words on the topic of zero-contact marriage. One more
The mystery novel One More was published by Jibotian Juan Publishing Company on June 5438+065438+ 10, 2009.
Selected works of Yin Bing Li:
In this battlefield in blood shed, holding a piece of soil can drop blood. Why? Because more people died than survived.
This kind of death is not one or two, there are thousands. So many soldiers went to hell at once, and the terrifying didn't dare to accept them.
So they had to wander around the place of death and March back and forth. If they died in an ambush on the way, they didn't reach their destination. Although Yin and Yang are ghosts, they only think about their destination, so they never stop running.
There has been a saying since ancient times: Yin soldiers borrow the Tao.
What method? This is not a woman's vagina, this is a blood channel.
There is a saying: "Yin goes three times, Yang goes four times, and a cock crow divides life and death." No matter how hard the army is, he must arrange the March time, either after the fourth watch or after the third watch. Anyway, when the night shifts, no army dares to March.
This is a dead order. What should I do if I have to March? The team leader must first prepare a rooster. The cock's head was put in a cloth bag and held in his hand. When the third watch and the fourth watch alternate, the team will not stop. The leader will twist the cock's head at will, and he can't bleed, let the cock's head see the light, or let it crow. Moreover, if the head is twisted off, the rooster will be strong and will not die immediately. He wants to shout, but his throat is broken and he can't shout, and he will giggle. It's called a broken penis.
The chicken should say hello to the walking Yin soldiers and remind them: "The dead, old and young, have their own sufferings. We are in a hurry when you are in a hurry. They are all sent from above. Please make way, don't worry. "
If you really want to rush, it's over. How many people will follow the Yin soldiers back, and no one knows whether they can come back. This is called the way to borrow yin.
On the contrary, it is the most dangerous way for Yin soldiers to borrow.
There is still room for discussion for the Yang army to borrow the way of Yin soldiers, but Yin soldiers should take the way of Yang soldiers, with a thousand people touching a thousand deaths and ten thousand people touching ten thousand deaths.
When Sun Xiucai was not a guard, a regiment he commanded camped and didn't watch Feng Shui. In the evening, I met a Yin soldier who borrowed the road, leaving nothing but a sentry.
The tent is there, the firewood is there, the guns and ammunition are there, and even the clothes that have been taken off are there, that is, everyone has left, and none is left.
The people who survived the sentry said that just as the shift was changed in the middle of the night, a thick fog floated in. From a distance, he saw the narrowest shadow in the fog, and the whole army was coming to the camp.
I didn't have time to ask questions, so I quickly shot, but no one fell in the fog, which surprised the camp. The whole camp is called Ma Si, which is a mess.
But the fog gradually expanded, and no matter where it rushed, the noise immediately turned into a dead silence.
Soon the troops in the fog gradually drifted away, leaving an empty camp. Standing in the distant sentry station, they were too scared to move and peed their pants.
These allusions are all told by veterans when chatting in the military camp. They are handed down from generation to generation and should not be taboo.
I didn't expect this Li Youzi to survive from the Yinbing Tunnel. How did he manage not to be taken away by the silver soldiers
Terror without distance: the safety of the reception room
The mystery novel "Terror without Distance: the Safety of a Message Room" was published by Motel Culture Company on March 20 10.
Safe night patrol for selected clips:
The grass in spring is green during the day and black at night. Darker than that is the tall bush, where cats call spring, make love and roll.
The happiness of a cat has a particularly sad taste. All I have to do during the night patrol is to shake my flashlight at the worst place where cats bark, and then throw a brick in.
In this way, people in the community will not go to work the next day with red eyes because of lack of sleep.
But this time, the cat's meowing in the grass didn't sound pleasant. I threw two bricks in, but it still barked, louder and louder.
It's really sad to finally hear meowing, and the movement in the grass is getting louder and louder. Wave after wave, I separated the bushes outside with batons to see what was going on.
As soon as I left the bushes, I found a pair of black eyes staring at me in the moonlight
It's not a cat's eye. It's green.
Before I could adjust the flashlight, a black line swam out along the lawn, which looked like a giant lizard flying into the building in Tong Tong.
The eyes disappeared.
I rubbed my eyes and wondered if it was my illusion.
I don't have time to care about this. In front of me, a few cats are circling wildly, with their faces half upturned, ghosts barking at the moon, and their faces look like people laughing.
Listening to the old man said: cats cry just like people laugh, but strangely, I didn't see the green cat's eye.
I carefully lifted a cat and shone a flashlight in its eyes.
The cat has a small blood scar on its left eyelid and one on its right eyelid.
Their eyes were blinded by sharp needles.
The two tall cedars in front of us, like two black giants, coldly overlook everything in front of us. I wonder if there will be a pair of black eyes staring at me secretly after I turn around and leave.
Mystery of Five Elements: Bad Water
A long series of mystery novels "The Mystery of the Five Elements: Bad Water" was published on July 20th1/kloc-0 by Mo Tie Culture Company.
Selected fragments of discarded foreign bodies:
Suddenly, she sat up and listened attentively in the dark. It turns out that this is not an illusion. There was that strange whispering sound in the room, but that kind of rapid and short syllable was definitely not the voice of the person you usually heard.
Gao Lin quietly took out the flashlight under the pillow and suddenly turned it on to take pictures in the room, but there was nothing in the room and the sound came to an abrupt end.
Belt Collins turned off the flashlight and lay in the dark with his eyes open. What he saw was still darkness. After a while, whispering rang again.
The sound came from four walls and finally condensed in this empty room, echoing in belt Collins' ears.
Belt Collins didn't turn on the flashlight rashly. Slowly, inch by inch, she quietly turned around under the quilt and squinted at the dark room.
There is really nothing in the room.
Only the position of the New Year pictures on the wall, the smiling doll holding carp, the smiling God of Wealth holding gold ingot, and other painted figures all stared at Gao Lin with cold light flashing and bloodshot eyes.
The whispering sound is coming from this painting. Gao Lin thought he had drunk too much, so he sat up quickly, rubbed his eyes hard and watched it again. Sure enough, his eyes were gone. Gao Lingang breathed a sigh of relief and put out the flashlight. Suddenly, he saw the eyes of the New Year picture doll blink quickly, and a strange green light flashed in the dim light of the flashlight and then went out.
There is a living thing behind the New Year pictures, peeping at him quietly!
Gao Lin wanted to jump up and shout, but he felt cold all over again. His body seems to have slipped under the quilt without listening to his own orders, covering his head and dare not make any noise. He began to wonder if he had had a nightmare. Unexpectedly, I heard quiet footsteps outside the quilt, and there were more than one pair, and there were constant whispers. I think there are a lot of things talking about him by the bed.
The most terrible thing is that a corner was slowly opened under the quilt, and a small hand slowly touched up along his leg, cold, wet and rough, like a hand covered with scales.
This can't be a dream. Gao Lin bit his tongue hard. It hurts! With this pain, he lifted the quilt and jumped off the ground. In the darkness, it seems that I don't know how many short shadows slipped out quickly. The closed door before Gao Lin went to bed was open, and the mountain wind blew the room cold with damp breath. Belt Collins withdrew.
The quilt was spread on the ground, and a ray of moonlight crawled in through the half-opened door and shone on the quilt. Gao Lin lit the oil lamp and took pictures everywhere. There was nothing unusual. Then, he left countless footprints on the ground. It's about the size of a child's foot, but unlike the first five toes, it has pointed nail prints. The footprints are flat, there are traces of water around, and the ground is wet.
Richengwei
The mystery novel series "The Sunset Becomes a Guardian" was published in June, 2065438+2004 by Mo Tie Culture Company.
Preface of selected fragments:
first order
Ghosts are singing on the upper floor of the moon.
At sunset, Cheng Wei was covered with bodies.
Eight thousand warriors shed green blood.
Get together again and kill shura.
The black dragon's vigorous and powerful font lurks in the yellowed old newspaper and wants to fly away. This is new york Times, 1943, 12, 18. There are several dried blood stains on the newspaper. The headline of the newspaper is an old photo with yellow hair and dark hair. Dozens of Kuomintang officers and men stood neatly in a row, and the soldiers squatted in the front row with shy smiles on their faces. The last row is an officer, with a faint sadness in his eyes, but his mouth is also smiling slightly.
The most striking thing in the photo is that standing in the middle of the penultimate row is Yu Wancheng, a teacher with the highest rank, and on the far right is a young officer in his early thirties with the rank of major. The officer has a handsome face, and his right hand hangs at the outermost part of the team. You can see that the second finger in the food has an old injury that broke from the knuckles. His eyes are particularly deep and tired, but the smile on his face is the brightest. The English report next to the photo is simply translated as follows:
"There are burnt walls, broken bricks and ashes everywhere. It's really hard to find anything alive in this ancient city with a population of hundreds of thousands. Except those brave China soldiers, they stand and will never stand up again. "
20111A friend showed me some written records and newspaper materials left by my ancestors. Let me tell you a story. Remember, this is a story, a completely fictional, bizarre and exciting legend. There is no name or place in the story. As for why it always coincides with some real events of that year, it seems to be a key to solve historical mysteries-because the world is wonderful because of coincidence.
This key opens a huge lock that the historical old man added in the winter of China 1943, which was an era of heavy gunfire. 12 On February 20th, the artillery fire outside Saudi Arabia came more violently than usual ... At the beginning of 2009, I worked as a screenwriter for Mystery broadcast by Oriental TV, and wrote a script for the TV series White-haired Ghost Shooting Flowers.