Posted by Grace Feng on April 15, 2013
Lately I’ve read a very scary Chinese novel called “碎脸 suì liǎn Broken Face” by 鬼谷女 guǐ gǔ nǚ. It has been a very long time that I couldn’t find a good Chinese book in this genre. The story line is very well knit and once you stepped into the story, you simply can’t escape. It draws a clear line between other hollow works of this kind and stands out for its richness in the core of the story.
In this post, you’ll have a glimpse on the book. I’ve chosen a few paragraphs and translated them into English to share with you. It’s written for native Chinese readers, I’d rate it as advanced Chinese. At the end of the excerpts, there’s a link to a trailer of a podcast of this book. But I’m not sure if the podcast is already available as the time of writing.
The story is about a mystery of a series of suicides that happened in sixteen consecutive years in room 405 of women dormitory in a Medical school. On June 16 of each year, a girl of this room will leap to her death at midnight. A period of dark history of the school was slowly revealed when two new girls moved in to the room…
Here are the excerpts that I chose:
jiǎobù shēng yòu xiǎng le qilai， zhè cì， yǐjīng xiǎng zài le zǒuláng lǐ。yè xīn zhǐhǎo zài xīnzhōng fǎnfù dǎogào， xīwàng nà jiǎobù zài dàodá zǒuláng jìntóu qián jiù chèdǐ tíngxià。kě jiǎobù piānpiān yuè zǒu yuè jìn， měi zǒu yī bù， dìmiàn dōu yào zhèn yī zhèn， yè xīn de xīn yě gēnzhe zhèn yī zhèn。zhōngyú， nà jiǎobù dàoliǎo zǒuláng de jìntóu， tíng le xiàlai。
jiǎobù shēng zài chú qián tíng le xiàlai， zài chú mén bèi huǎnhuǎn kāiqǐ shí， liǎng rén de juéwàng gǎn dàoliǎo dǐngdiǎn。 méiyǒu yī sī guāngxiàn tòu rù， wū nèi xiǎnrán hái hēi zhe dēng。 shì shénmerén jìn le zhè hēidòngdòng de fángjiān què bù diǎn dēng？
xī chuāng yǐ bèi dǎkāi， yuèguāng rú xǐ， zhào rù wū lái， zhào zài yī gè gōulóu de bèiyǐng shàng。 nà gōulóu zhě dǐng zhe yī gè shuòdà de guāngtóu， tóu dīchuí zhe， shēn qián yī zhāng tiě chuáng， chuáng shàng héngtǎng zhe yīgèrén…… huòxǔ， zhǐshì yī jù shītǐ。 nà rénshǒu lǐ ná zhe yī gè diànjù， zhèngzài jiāng chuáng shàng de shītǐ fēnjiě gē xiè！
gōulóu rén huǎnhuǎn zhuàn guò shēn， Ōuyáng qiàn jídù jīngjù xià réng méi wàng le jiāng shǒudiàn dǎ qǐ， zhèng zhào zài nà rén liǎn shàng。
Here came the footsteps again. This time they already echoed in the aisle. Yexin could only pray in heart, she was hoping the footsteps could full stop right before the end of the aisle. However, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, with each step approaching, the floor shook, Yexin’s heart would shake together. Finally, the footsteps reached the end of the aisle, and stopped.
The foodsteps stopped right at the cabinet’s door. When the door was slowly opened, both girls were desperate to death. There was no light casting in at all. Obviously the light of the room was not turned on. Who on the earth entered this pitch dark room without turning on the light?!
The west window had been opened and the moonlight cast in and landed on the hunchback of a man. The hunchback had a huge bald head. His head was drooping. An iron bed was in front of him, and a person was lying down on it … maybe it was just a body.
The hunchback slowly turned around. Despite of being horrified to death, Ou Yang Qian still managed to raise her flash light up. It lit up right on the man’s face.
The trailer for the podcast:
Category: Chinese reading and listening
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