Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 9 The Scary Meadow (6)
I stared at my cousin-in-law's mouth.

Countless experiences tell me that many horrors are created by such mouths, just like many horror novels are written by people like me with bald pens.

I asked with extreme distrust: "So early, what are you doing outside the city?"
"Doesn't my family have a few acres of land outside the city? The corn I planted was the time to eat green corn. I went to break some green corn for the factory manager."
Yes, my cousin's husband is a resident of Lin County, he eats commercial grain, while my cousin eats rural grain.

After she married to Lin County, she still hasn't converted from farming to non-farming.At that time, it was very difficult to switch from agriculture to agriculture.

Therefore, she settled in the countryside on the outskirts of Lin County, and was allocated a few acres of land, where her cousin-in-law usually took care of it.

"This doesn't prove that Zhang Ping killed Zhang Caiyun?"
"That Mongolian knife belongs to Zhang Ping."
"Didn't you say that the Mongolian knife was given to Zhang Caiyun by Zhang Ping?"
"That's what Zhang Ping himself said."
"I do not believe."
"Actually, the person who mowed the lye was not the first witness. There was another person, a child, a sheep herder. He was the earliest witness. Of course, I have never seen this child, but what he said to his parents when he went home The word spread, I heard about it. He said he saw two cars parked on the meadow, one of which was
truck. . . . . .I thought about it back and forth and felt that the child was not lying.Anything is afraid that you will connect with each other. "
"Maybe when Zhang Ping caught up with Zhang Caiyun, Zhang Caiyun had already been eaten by wolves."
My cousin-in-law looked at me calmly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember that Zhang Ping never ate meat?"
My scalp exploded violently.

My body lost weight all at once, like flying.

I wasn't writing horror novels at the time, I was writing love stories.

My stories are so romantic, so poetic, and have won thousands of young readers.

I admire beautiful love.

My cousin-in-law's words shattered me.

I don't know how I sent my cousin-in-law away.

I lay alone in the dark on the kang of the supply and marketing cooperative, struggling to sort out the fragments of my life.

I dare not recall his words, I dare not even recall his appearance.

The wind outside is getting stronger, and my windows are buzzing.

The wind sounded like a wolf howling, like a woman crying.

Perhaps, everything is the imagination of the cousin-in-law.

Yes, we often say - children don't lie.In fact, this is just a stereotyped statement of adults.Therefore, we often ignore another fact --- children love to lie.

I'm in Beijing now.

I go back to the Northeast every few years to have a look.

However, I have never been to the village where I worked, never been to No. 20, never been to the meadow, and never been to my cousin's house in Lin County.

It was a nightmare, and I was afraid to touch it, even if it was just a corner of my clothes.

(authenticity: 95%)

(End of this chapter)