第十九章无头尸(4/22)

                                                                                                                                            她最先感觉到的，是皮肉被烧焦散发出的刺鼻腥臭，即使事隔多年，仍能在一瞬间唤起她心底最浓重的恐惧，绑缚着她让她动弹不得。
                                                                                                                                                                狞笑的男人将手上的烙铁放回炭盆，拎起一桶水浇了下去。
                                                                                                                                                                泼溅开的水雾中，露出了一个女孩湿淋淋的身影，衣衫褴褛，伤痕累累，肩后那一块圆形的伤痕还在冒着热气。
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           崔冰看着那个女孩，尖锐的痛楚从心头向全身扩散，她想哭，想喊，可身体里却空荡荡的什么也提不起来，只有无边无际的绝望，让周围的一切都慢慢的扭曲，碎裂。
                                                                                                                                                                昏暗的小屋变成了宽阔明亮的草场，老马拉着破旧的板车，吱吱呀呀的缓缓挪动。
                                                                                                                                                                那女孩安静的坐在乱糟糟的稻草上，即使带着沉重的木枷，她的背依然挺得笔直，垂下的视线，温柔的望着崔冰的方向。
                                                                                                                                                                像是砂石摩擦一样的刺耳声音突兀的从旁边响起，是两个男人在说话，语音含糊，好像鼻子里塞了东西，字句之间并不容易分的清清楚楚。
                                                                                                                                                                “喂，你说这俩小归小，模样可挺俊呐。看看那膀子，啧，真她娘的白。”
                                                                                                                                                           

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