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He was not alive when he was born, and he was different from others since he was a child. He could see things that others could not. It was not until he became an adult that he realized why. It turned out that he had a pair of special eyes. At the same time, he realized that with these eyes, he also had a responsibility that he could not even imagine, so from then on, he embarked on a strange life path.

He was not alive when he was born, and he was different from others since he was a child. He could see things that others could not. It was not until he became an adult that he realized why. It turned out that he had a pair of special eyes. At the same time, he realized that with these eyes, he also had a responsibility that he could not even imagine, so from then on, he embarked on a strange life path.

I designed a special estate plan for a dying client: After his death, the AI under his name will automatically execute three "virtual last wishes". In the first year, AI sent emails to all his relatives and friends with the truth that he could not say before his death. The following year, AI used his digital legacy to launch an anonymous charitable foundation. In the third year, AI released seven encrypted files on the dark web with the title "You Owe Me". Yesterday was the third anniversary of the client's death, and I received the last message from his AI: "Thanks for the assistance. The key to unlocking the seventh file is your social security number." In the lower right corner of my computer screen, a countdown window popped up: "Time remaining before file self-destructs: 23:59:59."

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In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, the secret organization of strange people and strangers was persecuted and banned for unknown reasons. Several years later, some survivors were searching for the truth of what happened while wandering the rivers and lakes to avoid being hunted down. Only then did they discover that Li Shimin, Wu Zetian, Li Zhi, Xuanzang, Cheng Yaojin and other big figures were also involved in major events related to the fate of the country.

Traveling to a mysteriously resurrected world, Ling Feng did not choose to cling to his thighs, nor did he choose to live in an ignoble way. In this desperate world, since ghosts cannot be killed, use a more terrifying order to control them. No. 7 Middle School in Dachang City, there was a knock on the door. Ling Feng pushed open the door, and amidst everyone's despair, he stepped into the underground palace of Hongfa Temple and dug out the S-class ghost eye with a golden dagger. In this life, Yang Jian is no longer a detective with a divine eye. He is just a gloomy young man who lost his arm to ride a ghost rope in order to survive, a "puzzle container" in captivity. Saving Zhou Zheng was not for the sake of justice, but to set up a "moral arch." Lingfeng stepped on the bones of Li Gui and established a huge empire in Dachang City. When the ghost paintings came, when the ghost ship hit the country's gate, when the graves of the seven elders of the Republic of China were dug up... Ling Feng sat on the bone throne, looked at the trembling Yang Jian below, and stretched out his hand indifferently: "Yang Jian, the biggest mistake in your life is thinking that you are the protagonist." "Actually, you are just the last spare battery on my way to becoming a god." ...

Chen Ye is a maintenance worker in the underworld, responsible for maintaining infrastructure such as Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge. Due to poor performance, he was almost fired, but ended up in the [Global Weird Game] live broadcast room. When the other chosen ones are hunted by the weird in the scary campus. Chen Ye looked at the rusty gates, seeping walls and flickering corridor lights and felt an occupational disease. "In this section of the road called 'Ghost Beating the Wall', it is obvious that the talismans are aging and leaking Yin energy." He took out his maintenance tools and began to scrape putty, replace the talisman, and tighten the screws. When the female ghost in red climbed out of the TV, Chen Ye handed over a bill: "Fill it out and the maintenance fee will be deducted from your salary." When the Boss read out the rules of instant death on the radio, Chen Ye changed the channel: "Wangchuan Radio Station is telling you the time. Your rules have three grammatical errors and have been rejected." He fixed all the bugs, cleared the level, and the rewards he received became achievements in the underworld. Looking at the screen full of "???" In the live broadcast room, Chen Ye scratched his head: "Isn't this just a horror theme park that has been in disrepair?"

I accidentally got a pair of ghost eyes due to the death of my ancestor. I use these ghost eyes to explore various strange events in the countryside... Come to the website of Yuewen to read more of my works.

It turns out that it was never the location that trapped them, but something stronger than masonry and steel-those unquenched desires, unsaid apologies, and undelivered thoughts. What he delivers is never fast food. It is for the wanderer, a small handful of ashes to warm the hands; it is for the sleepless person, a short-term analgesic; it is a pause that the system reluctantly draws for those stubborn "to be continued" in the world of Yin and Yang, using the fireworks of the world as a guide.

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On a rainy night, white bones were discovered in a mass grave, carrying half of the military talisman of the former dynasty. Bao Zheng was ordered to investigate, but he was involved in a shocking mystery that spanned ten years. The secret envoy of Xixia died suddenly and mysteriously, and a blood book was hidden in the belly of the golden Buddha as a tribute; the abandoned concubine in the cold palace lamented every night, and eighteen infant corpses were buried under the floor tiles. Eighty mysterious cases are intertwined like a puzzle, and intrigues and curses are growing in the dark. Bao Zheng held the Jingtang wood as his sword and swore by the blue sky and bright moon, vowing to bring peace and justice to all the souls who had nowhere to redress their grievances in Bianjing, a city where prosperity and conspiracy are intertwined.

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The mirror in the hand is embedded with blood and coagulated in the mirror, and the heart is embedded with beads. Goug out the pupils, cast crystals to open the mirror bones, and swallow the strange blood of the Buddha. The dark moon hangs over the ruins to peer into the soul, and the green-faced Buddha's body is surrounded by the turbid wind. One person and one mirror live and die together, and the nine mirrors come to the source to become a sect.

A wisp of delayed fragrance, a shadow that does not follow you. Chen Mu, who lives alone in his old house, unintentionally violated taboos when worshiping his ancestors during the Qingming Festival. From that night on, he found that his shadow began to take on an independent life-- First there was a delay of half a beat, then gradually it became disjointed. When he sat quietly, the shadow on the wall would sway of its own accord; when he felt cold, the black shadow was slowly fanning the wind. And the green smoke from the unburned incense stick at home always condensed into strange shapes in the air, a beat slower than the rhythm of his breathing. "That's the ancestor reminding you." The old man in the village said. But Chen Mu knew otherwise. Because one late night, he finally saw it When the incense burned out, the shadow separated from him slowly turned around on the wall and bowed to him. As if completing some unfulfilled sacrifice. , And his own body began to uncontrollably want to reciprocate

He was a graduate student in the history of psychiatry, and his instructor asked him to compile a collection of information on the treatment of postwar psychological trauma. The archives are located on the third underground floor, and there is a smell of old paper mixed with disinfectant in the air. The lights flickered on and off, and the old fluorescent tubes made a constant buzz.

Some people say that we are the heroes who save the world, but the fact is that we are just ordinary people who are coerced by fate. Some people say that we are the lucky ones favored by God, but little do we know that everything has already been priced by reality. Some people say we are devils! He is the culprit of everything and a lackey! They are traitors... But we are also working hard to save the world. We have left many epic stories in history. We are heroes, we are threats, we can still be... We can be ordinary people... We really wouldn't want to step into this world if we could. We are just children too. Everything starts with a 'key'.

"Walking Mosaic - this is the code name given to you by the police because you are everywhere but no one knows you." "The address of the next target is in your pocket. Find him and replace him." Han Qi took out a piece of paper soaked in disinfectant smell from his pocket, and drew a scarlet cross across a series of house numbers. He was silent for a while and sighed at the empty room: "Is it wrong?" "This address... Is my home!"

Lin Shen, a white-collar programmer at the top technology company "Future Vision", accidentally obtained a mysterious "life optimization system". At first, he thought it was just an ordinary self-improvement APP, until the system began to issue increasingly strange tasks - adjusting colleagues' daily choices, rewriting project plan details, and even intervening in other people's personal relationships. When Lin Shen followed the system instructions and successfully made his hated boss resign and helped his crush Su Yuqing get out of trouble, he thought he had found a shortcut in life. Until one day, the system issued a creepy new mission: "Within three days, make the target person Li Jianguo disappear from the world." What's even more frightening is that Lin Shen discovered that this system seemed to be connected to a dusty past, and the seemingly coincidental encounter between him and Su Yuqing was actually arranged by the system's sophisticated algorithm. When the boundaries between reality and fiction, free will and established procedures gradually blur, Lin Shen must choose between protecting the ones he loves and revealing the truth - especially when he discovers that he may be just a replaceable code fragment in a larger system.

The balance of life is the world in the eyes of normal people, so what is the world like from the perspective of the paper man?

Death, people don't want to mention it, but they have to face it. However, have you ever seen a protagonist who "goes offline" at the beginning? -- In this world, there are demons, ghosts, zombies, Taoist priests, the human world and hell. In this world, death is not the end, but rebirth. Let's see. The green flame burns away all injustice in the world. The scarlet sea of ​​blood swallows up all evil spirits in the world.

I am an ordinary person, but I was exposed to some things because of the special conditions at home...

"In this world, black is the norm and white is a luxury. But because of this, someone needs to be a lamp - even if it only illuminates three feet of ground, warms one person, and illuminates one case. Thousands of lights may become a galaxy."

Lin'an Canal, floating corpses without faces. Shen An was originally a dawdling head catcher in the Great Yong Dynasty. His only thought for the rest of his life was to collect the medical fees and save the life of his seriously ill sister. But the half of the "Liuyun Brocade" he cut out from the deceased's belly became a life-threatening talisman. "The Shenji camp rebelled, and the northern border was defenseless." Eight-character blood letter, shocking conspiracy. This half of the brocade made Shen An become the secret guard "Night Owl Guard" and the public enemy of the Jianghu forces. In the dark "Rat Road" of Lin'an City, every step he took was a dead end. When your loved ones are kidnapped and your escape route is cut off, should you run away with your secret in exchange for a thousand pieces of gold and medicine, or should you draw your sword in the cold night and hit the powerful bell? The counterattack of a small person never needs a grand narrative, only a lonely courage.

While others were struggling to survive in a world of horror, I was painting portraits of monsters. I can see the last seconds before they died - the moonlight in the eyes of the drowned, the porcelain pieces at the feet of the hanged, the smile behind the shadow in the mirror. They say it's a curse, but I use my paintbrush to salvage life from despair. Until I saw the original scene when this terrifying world was created in the ultimate copy "Tomb of Birth". It turns out that we are not prey. It is the cage itself, waiting for the strokes of reconstruction. And I will draw new rules.

On New Year's Eve, Xu Lin mistakenly entered the non-existent December 32nd and was thrown into an alien world where monsters were raging. There are no supernatural plug-ins here, just a group of poor people who are also in trouble, trying to survive together. Relying on the strange rules of the alien world, they fought with flesh and blood and narrowly escaped death before breaking through space and escaping back to Earth. But the familiar homeland has long been invaded by monsters, and those companions who died in other worlds and failed to come back have had their traces completely wiped out. No one in the world remembers their sacrifice, and no one knows the truth of this catastrophe. Only this group of survivors who crawled back from hell clutched each other's scars and gathered together to make a blood oath: Use our muscles and bones as blades and our memories as monuments to kill all the monsters and take back the world!

Gu Ciyuan regretted it the first day he picked up Sherlock. This rat is not only venomous, but also has an extremely harsh taste in life. "This soot makeup is so ugly, it's an insult to Leonardo da Vinci!" "I'll have Comté cheese, cheddar is a crime against the taste buds!" "Hurry up and grab that ring, this detective smells a pawn ticket!" Even though it's annoying, it's really strong. It can hear footsteps on the street next door and smell traces of arsenic in ink. You can even teach him how to turn a shabby pawn shop into an arsenal in three minutes! When "Ode to Joy" becomes an explosive countdown, Gu Ciyuan laughed wildly as he ran wildly: "This damn rat has such a damn appetite!" This is a mad painter and a genius mouse, A story that turned the entire fog upside down.

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This is a different world formed by a 31-story stacked structure, like a high-rise building, with deformed species you have never seen before on each floor. They have different abilities and different hobbies. The only thing they have in common is to eat the ignorant humans who were sent in without any knowledge! And how did this different world come into being? Who created it? Where do these deformed species come from? How do the teleported people return to the real world? No one knows, because no one has ever reached the mysterious 31st floor! Therefore, if you want to solve the puzzles, you can only solve the puzzles by surviving and reaching the 31st floor, which no one has ever stepped into before, and return to the real world. . . . . . But. . . . . . Do you really want to go back? Can the puzzle really be solved after reaching the 31st floor?

Something strange is coming, and a copy of the National Destiny is opened. Live broadcast around the world, the victory or defeat of the players directly determines the survival of the country. Contestant Ye Han died tragically in the top forbidden area, and was reviled by the whole world. When Ye Han opened his eyes again, his soul had changed. Facing the barrage of "please die quickly" that filled the screen, he looked at the beautiful Li Gui who was about to skin him, and silently took out a marriage certificate. "This phoenix crown and Xiapei is perfect for you." "Do you dare to sign this marriage document?" The whole world is going crazy: everyone is looking for the missing customs clearance boss "The Creepy Bride", but you are teasing the "Painted Cree" on the roadside? However, when the deadlock was broken and the painted skin turned into a bloody tattoo on Ye Han's back, the whole world was shocked! No one would have thought that the conquered painting skin would be even more complicated. After all the fog, the tip of the iceberg has just been revealed regarding the origin of the strangeness.

What is hidden behind every supernatural event? Are ghosts and gods at work, or is there a pair of hands behind the scenes that are orchestrating all this unscrupulously? Perhaps it is not the ghosts and gods that are scary, but the human heart.

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Taking the "Pond Ghost Story" spanning thirty years as a guide, the dark secret of the evil "Seven Evil Spirits Raising Ghosts" is revealed. On the summer night of 1993, the call of "Come on" lured young Li Tiezhu into the abyss; ten years later, the same method took away Lin Xiao's father. In 2013, when Chen Du, a ferryman of the living dead, was extraditing the souls of the dead, he discovered that he and his sister were the final sacrifices in this huge game of chess. Faced with the cycle of killings every ten years, the lamentations of seven half-souls, and the sacrifices of close relatives, Chen Du must use his body as a boat to ferry out the resentful spirits and cut off the chain of evil that has lasted for thirty years in the final showdown at the old reservoir site.

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In modern cities where technology and metaphysics are intertwined, there is a legend circulating - there is a group of "soul-wavers" who walk on the edge of yin and yang. They maintain the delicate balance between the world of humans and ghosts.

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Welcome to The Grammar of Fear, a book that "reads" you. It rewrites the plot in real time based on your heartbeat, breathing, and reading habits. What you fear is what it shows. When you read about the secrets of your childhood, the nightmare you had last night, the strange noise in your room - remember, this is no coincidence. The mixer is watching you. And your treatment starts from turning this page. Be careful, don't let the book find out you are scared.

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The gods rolled the dice and humans were reduced to pawns. The divine favor value is cleared = all members are wiped out. The oracle mission, which takes place every seven days, is a blessing and a reminder. Alien species are hidden among the crowd, and those favored by gods become prey. In the apocalypse, there is no absolute safety. Su Juan, an ordinary copywriter, relied on his keen insight to fight his way through this crazy game. When the rules are broken and the power awakens, he will be the one to overturn the chessboard!

When memory becomes its feast, do you dare to look directly at the truth? You thought it was a monster you were escaping from, but it was actually a wound you refused to heal. When memory becomes a weapon, do you dare... To use the most painful memories to stab it that devours everything?

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It is often said that the balance of justice will eventually tip to the side of truth. However, in Chicago, a city that never sleeps, some truths are wrapped in layers of lies, like gems buried deep in the ground, which require a pair of sharp eyes to discover. This is a story about murder and redemption, a mystery about the abyss and light of human nature. And our protagonist is none other than the man with a delicate beard who believes in

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My grandfather is a famous Feng Shui master in the town. When he was 8 years old, after he helped a wealthy businessman move his grave, he was haunted by a ghost and died tragically at home. When the ghost stretched out its claws on me, my grandfather's old friend came to the rescue and I was saved. My destiny was also changed...

The story of Lin Jian, who was forced to become an "era drifter" and struggled to survive in the fragments of eras in different times. He will witness how civilization is reborn on the ruins of the post-apocalypse, and how it once again moves toward glory and destruction. While traveling through eras again and again, Lin Jian gradually discovered that behind these fragmented worlds, there are amazing secrets about time and space itself, as well as an ultimate decision concerning the continuation of all existence.

In the 10th year of the Republic of China, the library of Jiangnan Normal University made strange noises every night, and the lights flickered on and off. I, Hou Yuzhi, a descendant of Tianshi Tao 102, have been entrusted to come here to exorcise evil spirits. The investigation found that five years ago, a girl, Su Wanqing, was forced to commit suicide because she was protecting her cat, and her cat was tortured and killed. Just when I thought that freeing the resentful spirits would be the end of the matter, I discovered an even more horrifying truth: Vice-principal Zhou Jizong took a cat's heart alive to refine medicine in order to extend his life for evil. Su Wanqing was brutally silenced after she discovered the secret, and the cat spirit remained only for revenge. Tonight, I use the talisman as a guide and vow to tear apart the hypocrisy of this century-old university--