The story of Salem Town takes place in a remote and quiet town called Salem Town. However, since a stranger in a foreign land rented a cabin where a murder happened in his early years, something strange happened in the town, and one person died or disappeared. This is where the story begins. Stephen? Kim is worthy of being a master of terror. An ordinary vampire story has become swaying and fascinating in his pen, and of course it is enough to hold one's breath. Of course, in the end, justice triumphed over evil, but it left a shadow in people's hearts and made them think about life.
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Brief introduction of the author
Stephen King was born in a poor family in Maine, USA from 65438 to 0947. Studying English literature at a state university. After graduation, I embarked on the road of writing because of my meager salary. He became famous in the mid-1970s and was praised as "the master of modern horror novels" by The New York Times. Since the 1980s and 1990s, his novels have been at the top of American bestsellers. He is the most widely read and famous American novelist in the world today. Every one of his works has become a hot commodity for Hollywood producers. 1979, at the age of 32, became the leading billionaire among global writers. Today, the royalties of each of his works are more than 10 million dollars. Jin's works transcend the traditional horror novels. He didn't rely on concrete images to achieve the horrible effect, but shocked readers by creating an atmosphere of events. With his devil-like fingers, Kim makes all the tight heartstrings ring, taking you into the abyss of trembling with trembling and heartbeat.
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Media recommendation
Every American family has two books-one is the Bible, and the other is probably a novel by Stephen King.
-clive barker, British writer
This book is absolutely not to be missed. I promise you will plunge into it ... the characters he created are so lifelike that you can almost feel their existence.
-Minneapolis Star Tribune
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Editor's recommendation
For me, the best effect is that the reader died of a heart attack while reading my novel.
Stephen? Kim (author of Salem Town)
The devil's fingers pull you into the abyss of trembling.
Stephen, the king of modern horror novels in the world? Jin classic guozuo
Challenge your psychological endurance.
About the proportion of the original work being adapted into a film and television drama Stephen? Gold can rank second and Shakespeare first.
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catalogue
order
order
The first part of meston residence
The first chapter (I)
The second chapter Susan (on)
Chapter III Small Town (1)
Chapter four Danny Crick and others
The fifth chapter (2)
Chapter VI Salem Town (2)
Chapter 7 Matt
The second part ice cream king
Chapter 8 (3)
Chapter 9 Susan (2)
Chapter 10 Town (3)
Chapter 11 (4)
Chapter 12 Mark
Chapter 13 Father Callahan
The third part abandoned villages and towns
Chapter 14 Town (4)
Chapter 15 Ben and Mark
End of movement
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foreword
Almost everyone thinks that this man and this child are father and son. They drove old Citroen cars, specially selected some branches, and crossed the mainland one by one along the southwest direction. They took three breaks before reaching their destination: the first time was in Rhode Island, where the tall black-haired man worked in a textile factory; Then in Youngstown, Ohio, I worked on the tractor assembly line for three months. The last time I was in a small town near the Mexican border in California, I did some refueling and maintenance work for foreign cars and made some achievements, which surprised him and made him very satisfied.
No matter where they stay, he will buy a copy of the Portland Herald and read information about Jerusalem, a small town in southern Maine, and its surrounding areas. This kind of news always appears in the newspaper again and again.
Before they arrived at Central Falls in Rhode Island, he wrote an outline of a novel in a motel and sent it to his agent. Long ago, when darkness had not enveloped his life, he was a very successful novelist. The agent sent the outline of the novel to his last publisher, who politely expressed interest, but did not intend to pay the advance payment. When he tore up the agent's letter, he said to the boy, "please" and "thank you" are free. He didn't say this with too much bitterness. Anyway, he started writing this book.
The boy doesn't talk much. There is always a cold expression on his face and his eyes seem dim-but in fact he is always looking at some kind of cold inner world. He was polite when he stopped at snack bars and gas stations along the way, but nothing else. He doesn't seem to want the tall man to leave his sight. Even when the man left him to take a shower, he looked a little uneasy. Although the tall man tried to start a conversation again and again, he refused to talk about the small town of Jerusalem or read the Portland newspaper that men sometimes put aside on purpose.
At the time of writing this book, they lived in a seaside cabin far from the road. They all swam a lot in the Pacific Ocean. Compared with the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean is warmer and friendlier. Those days left no memory. The boy's skin is getting tanned.
Although their income is enough to maintain three meals a day and a small piece of shelter, men begin to feel desperate and he doubts their future. He taught the boy himself, and there was no problem with the education method (like himself, the boy was very smart and mastered the knowledge in the textbook as easy as blowing off dust), but he felt that erasing Salem from his memory would not do the boy any good. Sometimes the night cover screams in the dream and lifts the blanket to the floor.
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abstract
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When Ben Mills was driving along the northbound highway through Portland, he began to feel a stabbing pain in his abdomen, which was not annoying. This is1September 5, 975, and summer indulges in its last days. The trees are green and the sky is a light blue. Just after crossing the boundary of the famous town, he saw two boys walking along the highway parallel to the expressway, with fishing rods on their shoulders, just like carrying carbines.
He turned to the tourist route and slowed down to the lowest speed allowed by the expressway, looking for anything that would remind him of the past. There was nothing at first, and he tried his best to get rid of almost complete disappointment. You were seven years old. The water under the bridge has been flowing for 25 years. This place has changed. People are the same.
At that time, the four lanes of Highway 295 did not exist. If you want to go to Portland from Salem, you must take the 12 road to Farmmouth, and then turn to the 1 road. It's not what it used to be.
Fuck it.
But it's hard to stop. It's hard to stop, and-
In the driveway he passed, a huge bend overtook him on the boy scout motorcycle. The driver is a young man in a T-shirt, and a girl in a red cotton-padded jacket and big mirror sunglasses is sitting in the back seat. They came in at an unguarded speed and he overreacted. He slammed on the brakes and honked his horn with both hands. The boy scout motorcycle accelerated and a blue smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. The girl poked her middle finger at him behind her.
He started over and wanted a cigarette very much. His hands trembled slightly. The boy scout motorcycle is almost invisible now, and it runs really fast. They are all children. Damn children. Some memories, more recent memories come to mind. He threw them away. He hasn't ridden a motorcycle for two years, and he doesn't intend to ride it in the future.
A red light attracted his eyes to the left. When he looked over there, he felt a burst of joy and a sense of deja vu. Passing through a slope covered with foxtails and cloves, there is a huge red barn in the distance, and there is also a barn with a white dome-even at this distance, he can see the sun shining on the direction sign of the dome. It was there then, and it is still there now. It looks exactly the same. Maybe everything is fine anyway. Soon, trees covered the barn
After entering Carpenland along the expressway, more and more deja vu appeared. He crossed the Emperor River. When he was a child, they often fished dogs and fish in the river to hone their will. Through the trees, he cast a short, flickering glance at the town of Kabenland. In the distance is the Kaplan water tower, with several big letters painted on one side: "Let Maine be evergreen". Aunt Cindy always said that people should write "make money and cherish" below.
Jerusalem Town 12 Road
Central district of Kabenland
A sudden shadow hung over his mind, as if a basin of cold water had washed away all his good feelings. He has been used to it since the bad thing happened (he has been chanting Miranda's name in his head, although he doesn't want to)