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kandy1234 发表于 2013-2-3 16:17:03

[长篇鬼故事] 殺人游戏

内容简介：某大学犯罪心理学教授指出，真正决定马加爵犯罪的心理问题，

引言　殺人遊戲
馬加爵：其實我打牌沒作弊。
2004年年初，一個凶殺案件驚dong(動)了全國：馬加爵殺人案。
某大學犯罪心理學教授指出，真正決定馬加爵fan(犯)罪的心理問題，是他強烈、壓抑的情緒特點，是他扭曲的人生觀，還有“自我中心”的性格缺陷。
我並不是要在此重述馬加爵的殺人案件，只是故事的主角有著和馬加爵一樣扭曲的人格。
謹以此文送給已經被判死刑的馬加爵。
須知：退一步海闊天空。須知：做人要心胸寬闊。須知：天網恢恢，疏而不漏。須知：這個世界，誰也不逃過——懲罰！

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Alice bent over her work (she had eventually{283} induced Mr Silverdale to sanction the creation of a pair of slippers) with a pleased, lop-sided smile. She raised her hands and let them lie with strong pressure on his shoulders. "Another thing," said Fred—"why is it that the grooms are covered with tattoo-marks, and wear so little clothing?" The junk was all ready in the morning; and as soon as the passengers were on board, her sail was lifted, and she slowly worked her way through the water. The wind was all right for the voyage to the mouth of the river where Osaka lay; and if they had been on a sail-boat such as all New-Yorkers are familiar with, the journey would have been over in three or four hours. But the junk was not built for racing purposes, and the most that could be hoped for from her was a speed of about three miles an hour. This was no detriment, as they could thus make the mouth of the river by noon; and if the bar could be easily crossed, they would be at the city long before sunset. Life on a junk was a novelty, and therefore they were not annoyed to think that their craft was not a swift one. One coolie chin-chin he good night; "Quinn didn't know it, for Oliver got away, but they got the Yankee deserter, and brought him in when everybody was asleep but me, and I cross-examined him. Oh, my friend, God's arm is not shortened that he cannot save! He maketh the wrath of the wicked to praise him! The man was dying then, but thank God, I choked the whole truth out of him with a halter over a limb, and then for three mortal hours I couldn't start because the squad that took him out to--Who--who is that?" They did not understand, of course, that poor Belgium would have liked nothing better than to remain neutral also. "His face, unshaven since ever so long, is quite emaciated, and presents all the symptoms of nervous exhaustion. Once more twenty German soldiers are being nursed in his college, where only once a German doctor came to see them. He (Dr. Goffin) and a couple of Sisters have to manage everything by themselves, and the Germans do not even dream of providing food for their own wounded, although the college is so inadequately provisioned that the Head and the Sisters have to deny themselves the necessary nourishment that they may feed the wounded. to be quite a prominent person! LOCK WILLOW, 19th June Outside the night is moonless, deep blue. Venus seems quite close to us, shining with intense brightness, and the jasmines scent the air, softly lighted by the lanterns which burn out one by one. XI. "I'll tell you what you might do," he said at length, "if you care to take the risk. We're goin' back with some teams to Bridgeport to-morrow mornin'. You might git in one of the wagons and ride back 10 or 15 miles to a little valley that I remember that's there, and which I think looks like it hain't bin foraged. I was thinkin' as we come through the other day that I might git something goo'd to eat up there, and I'd try it some day. No body seems to 've noticed it yit. But it may be chock full o' rebels, for all I know, and a feller git jumped the moment he sets foot in it." "I hope it is all right," said the Deacon, a little abashed; "but I never had any use for a hoss that went back more'n he did forrard." Peasmarsh choir consisted of about eighteen boys and girls, with an accompaniment of cornets, flutes, and a bass viol—the last played by an immensely aged drover from Coldblow, who, having only three fingers on his left hand, had to compromise, not always tunefully, with the score. The singing was erratic. Eighteen fresh young voices could not fail to give a certain pleasure, but various members had idiosyncrasies which did not make for the common weal—such as young Ditch, who never knew till he had begun to sing whether his voice would be bass or alto, all intermediary pitches being somehow unattainable—or Rosie Hubble from Barline, who was always four bars behind the rest—or[Pg 141] even young Robert himself, who in crises of enthusiasm was wont to sing so loud that his voice drowned everyone else's, or in a wild game of follow-my-leader led the whole anthem to destruction. Further on, in the secrecy of the tents and caravans, the dusk became full of cowering shapes, sometimes slipping and sliding about apart, sometimes blotted together ... there were whispers, rustlings, strugglings, low cries of "d?an't" and "adone do!"—the sound of kisses ... kisses ... they followed Robert all the way to Meridiana's tent, where, standing in the brazier glow, and flushed besides with crimson of her own, stood Bessie. "To me?" HoME 韩国在线高清观看ENTER NUMBET 0019fil-token.com.cn
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