Yin marriage

I said to Master, I am confused, that is, I am really confused, although I have basically straightened out everything now, but when the truth really comes, I, as the most important person in this situation, Ring, but I found it hard to believe.

The master said: I still say the same thing, you should not be confused, because it is you who set up this situation.

I wiped my face, pretended to be calm and said: Master, then tell me, how did I go crazy?

He sighed and said: I thought this matter would be over. If you had listened to me back then, you would have used your ingenuity to go into business and do anything else instead of being a suspense writer. If so, none of this will happen.Regarding all kinds of things about this matter, you can come back and I will show you something, and then you will understand everything.

I nodded and said: OK, I will go back tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, Jiu Liang lit a cigarette again at some point, she spit out eye circles and said: Actually, I really don’t understand, I don’t understand, I can’t believe it, in fact, if I find out about this matter, it’s like this As for the ending, it was very absurd, and now I even feel that I should be the one who is crazy, not you. Zheng Jiangtao told me that they were saving people, but I really don't understand what kind of method this is.save you?

I went to open a bottle of wine, poured her a glass, the two of us sat on the table, I drank it down, smiled bitterly at her and said: Actually, when I was in my hometown, I already had such a premonition that there is nothing in this world. There is no one person that my father can admit to being wrong, so I was the one who burned down the ancestral hall three years ago and was considered crazy by the whole village. It's just that I couldn't understand it at the time, so I chose to conceal it myself.

I remember a saying that you can't understand a mental patient, but according to the theory of relativity, you can't understand him, and he can't understand you.

Because he lives in his world, you live in your world, this is not a balanced world, I have heard more than one mental patient saw ghosts, saw people in ancient costumes walking around.

But no one will believe them, because ordinary people, people who we think are normal, think he is just a fool talking nonsense.

But is it really nonsense?Who really dares to categorically say that what a mental patient is talking about must be nonsense?

So I've been wondering if it's mental patients, their souls exist in another world parallel to ours, and what they see we can't see.

That's all?

But now, everything is applied to me, maybe I am alive, living in front of you, but there was a time when my soul was in another world.

My master's layout is to bring back my lost soul.

Jiuliang didn't drink, stood up and said: I don't believe these things, I will continue to investigate the weird things.

After saying this, she left.

Little did I know, it was almost the last time the two of us would see each other in this world.I originally wanted to take her back to Fujian to meet Master's things and untie our knots.

However, the next day I chose to leave alone, because I couldn't let go of the fact that I was a psychopath. I went all the way back to Putian, and at home, I saw Master waiting for me.

At this moment, Lan Xin had disappeared, I laughed at myself, I'm just an actor, after the show, what else can I do if I don't leave?

The master was even older, he was sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup in his hand, looking at me with a smile, and said: "I'm back, just come back."

Tears flowed down unknowingly. This man whom I called a bastard not long ago said the same thing as my father said when he saw me.

It's good to be back.

These two men, the old men, both regarded me as the closest person, as their own child.

The master still smiled and said: Don't cry, it's all over, I just lied to you for so long, I hope you don't hate me.

I wiped away the disappointing tears and sat next to him. He pushed me a box and said: Everything you want is in it.

I didn't have any extra words, so I opened the box and saw a black leather notebook.

When I opened it, I saw two words:

Yin marriage.

This is cursive script, drawn with a vermilion pen, quite imposing.Having lived with Master for so long, I can tell at a glance that these are his notes.

He saw me looking at him, nodded with a smile, and said: You asked me to write this name. Three years ago, you still liked to write with a pen, because you told me that when the pen is drawn on paper, there will be rustling. You like it very much, and you are very excited when you hear it. A pen can represent your feelings. When you are excited and thinking like a spring, you will work very hard, wishing to imprint the tip of the pen on the paper. So, look at the handwriting, I can understand how you feel when you write.

When I opened the first page, the first sentence I saw was:

"My name is Zhao Sanliang. I have a friend named Huzi. We met in Guangzhou. A few years ago, when we were working as horsemen for a big brother, he blacked out the big brother because he wanted to go home and marry a wife. Before that, I met a person, he is the descendant of Qimen Dunjia. He is my master."

I had to pinch my fingers in my flesh, bleeding without even realizing it, using my fastest speed to flip through this notebook that belonged to my handwriting.

Three hours, I saw the end.

"Uncle Dongbei, Chen Wenhai's death."

This is the last chapter in my notes, and the following parts are all torn out.

My eyes were red and my whole body was trembling and I asked, "What about the following content?"Where did you put it?

The master took a sip of water and said softly: You couldn't think of the following content before, but now you can write it.

That's why you're crazy, you're so conceited, your writing method is flawed, you think that no matter what huge hole you dig you'll be able to fill it in the end, so you write very wildly.

Until you can't think of the following plot yourself, but when the publishing house is urging the manuscript, and countless netizens are urging you to ask you for the answer, you will go crazy.

You have thought of countless possibilities and written countless answers, but you are not satisfied, you think the logic is not perfect, so you tear up while writing.

Until you suddenly find that this notebook has been torn out by you, you lost yourself.

In your own words, your soul will go to another illusory world to find the answer of your own creation.

As it turns out, you're right, a pit that normal you can't go on, and crazy you solve it perfectly.I can't forget that you, who couldn't take care of yourself at that time, told me crazily that Chen Wenhai actually had a younger brother, a twin!

Maybe you will wake up suddenly one night, crying and saying: Master, why did you join forces with the tiger to kill me? !

Every time you crazily say something in the book, after you answer your doubts with your craziest thinking, you will cry and laugh.

I also summed up the answer you told me when you were crazy, and this bureau after you announced it.

That's why I said, it's actually you who make the layout, and when you make the layout, your soul is in another world.

I quietly listened to Master's words without making a sound. I took my notebook and went back to the room. I turned on the computer and started typing. I was writing an email to tell Jiuliang the answer.I owe this cop an answer.

I write like this:

I am a suspense writer, I am a persistent person, what I want to do is to do my best.

Three years ago, I wrote a book, and I included my friends in the story. Of course, this entry only borrowed their identities.

You must be wondering about the content of my book three years ago, and I tell you, you already know, that's what happened to me before we met.

In the book, I met Huzi, Bread, Lan Xin, and the King of the Mountain Stream. Until the kind-hearted Northeast uncle died, I found that I couldn’t write any more. There were too many pits I couldn’t fill. So I'm crazy.

I entered another world.

And use the thinking of a lunatic in your ordinary eyes to continue my story.My master, as someone who has lived with me for a long time, has recorded my crazy words.

So, the game that followed was actually me, a lunatic, perfectly explaining my own story.

That's the answer, but I've been thinking about it for a long time, since the last day I saw you, so I'm bringing this story to its greatest perfection.

Well, go back to three years ago, when I was crazy.

My master took me crazy and went back to my hometown. His initial plan was to use family affection to awaken my reason, but he failed. That was me at that time, and set fire to the ancestral hall.

After that, he took me to find another person, this person, I believe you can guess it, he took me to find his master, that is, my master.

This is the reason why Shigong knows me so well. We once suspected that he was the one who set things up. He once said a word to me. I understand what he meant, and now I understand that he is telling me that he knows about my master's situation.

It was Master's bureau that made me fall into the quagmire.

But Master's game is for me.

Shigong is the person who cured my mental illness, because since ancient times, as long as you are a Taoist priest, you must be a doctor, because Taoist alchemy and self-cultivation skills need to be supported by rich knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.

He cured me, my sequelae, that is, forgetting the memory of that period of time.This is the bloody plot in countless movies, amnesia.

Moreover, my illness has not been cured, because the onset of mental illness will always be lurking in the patient's mind. I told you two days ago that the spirit of a mental patient is in another world.

Relying on drugs and external force to pull it back, it can go back at any time. In a popular saying, it can get sick at any time.

The best way is to disintegrate the patient's spiritual world. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be used - this is what the master said to the master at that time.