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雨淅淅沥沥的下着，城市郊区的街道上冷冷清清，偶尔有一两辆车的灯光撕开雨幕，像黑暗中双眼发亮的巨兽，然后拖着水雾飞驰而过。

一个黑影立在一个十字路口边，浑身都包裹在一件风衣里，一动不动如同一根石柱。
不知过了多久，一辆顶着灯箱的出租车从另一端驶来，由远及近，石化的身影松动了，缓缓伸出一条石臂，手指上拈着的几张红色的毛毛爷爷在风雨中飘动，像一面小小的旗帜。

车滑行着缓缓靠近，停下，一个男人探出头来，“车上已经有一个人了，只能拼车了。
”透过雨水淋漓的车窗玻斑，可以看车驾驶座后面隐约约还有一个人。

“艾湖村。
”黑影发出嘶哑的声音，迈着僵直的步子，拉开后车门钻了进去。

“哦。
”司机明显的抖了一下，艾湖村顾名思义就知道去了市区，而且到那儿还要经过本市的公墓。
偶尔碰到一次要去这个地方的客人可以解释为巧合，可是今天已经是第一次。

雨没有要停的意思，车不紧不慢的开着，司机挺直着腰，不时偷偷地从车内的后视镜里往后面瞄。
刚上的车的这个男人浑身都裹在一件黑色的大衣里，一头的长发也被雨水打湿，搭拉下来遮住了大半张脸，司机注意到他的脸白的不可思议。
右后座上则躺着一个醉得不醒人事的中年女人，歪侧着的脸上是抹石灰一样的半斤粉底，浑身上下的香水味还混合着浓烈的酒气。

司机有点后悔了，甚至希望他才是那个无知无觉的醉鬼。
不知不觉，车已经驶出了市区，四下里一片黑暗，只有远远一两处孤零稀落的鬼火。
他的神经一下子绷紧了，小心的握着方向盘，目不斜视，不去看两边山上那一片花岗岩石碑的森林。

“到了。
”后面嘶哑的声音响起时，他几乎没从座位时跳起来。

“啊啊，快了，艾湖村就在前面了。
”他赔着笑脸，甚至都顾不得却擦额头上飙出的冷汗。

“不，我就住这里。
”那个嘶哑沉闷的声音突然拉近，一股冷风喷在他的脖颈上。
司机猛的一回头，啊的一声大叫。
深红的液体从那人苍白的脸上漫淌下来，整张脸都像是从血泊里捞出来的一般。
黑衣男人慢慢伸出一只剩下骨头的手来，尖锐的指骨攥着几张冥币，“给，车费。
”司机盯着他，眨了眨眼睛。

等到司机回过神来，一把撞开车门，连滚带爬逃了出去，一路狂奔着消失在夜色中。

黑衣男人还僵持的保持着递钱的姿势，直到几分钟后，一声大笑爆发出来。
他手一撒，一截逼直的手骨架掉了下来，从袖子里伸出是一只鲜活完好的手，伸进浓密的鬓发里一扯，一张面具被扯了下来。
里面是一只稚气未脱的脸，带着轻蔑的笑容。
这张整蛊的玩具真好用，只有一按口袋里的遥控开头就会变色，用它吓这些蠢人，屡试不爽。

他不缺钱，只是很无聊，这沉闷的学生活不找点乐子，让他生不如死。

他换到驾驶座上，熟练的点起一只烟，吸了一口，叼在嘴里。
从车内的后视镜了看了一眼，那个浓妆艳抹的老女人睡的跟死猪一样，他几乎忘了她的存在了。
妈的，她这副鬼样子真的像他的母亲，那个拼命想抓住青春尾巴尖的半老徐娘。
该怎么处置了？扔在这荒郊野外，不，这样太便宜她了。

他略一思索，脸上露出自得的笑意来，又带上了他的面具。

“到了么？”那个女人含糊糊咕哝了一声，眼睛粘住了似的睁不开。

“快了快了。
”他打了一下方向盘，车拐上了一条上山的路，路的尽头是市公墓。
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第二天，打扫墓园的老头在墓园的门口发现了一辆出租车，里面空空如也，便报了警。
后来有一个出租车司机声称就是那车的主人，并且偷偷的告诉别人，其实他半路上就看穿了那个年轻人的把戏，本来准备回头喝斥他，却不想一回头。
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Introduce:Rain washs rice next moves of drop of the sound of rain, the street of urban suburban district on the road cold and cheerless, the light that has 9 cars now and then tears apart pluvial act, resemble the gigantic animal that double eye shines in darkness, pulling water to mist gallops and pass next.
A black shadow stands in edge of a crossroad, lap all over in a dust coat, motionless as a stone column.
Had not known how long, a taxi that carrying lamp box on the head sails from another end come, by prep as far as close, petrochemical form became loose, slowly extend arm of a stone, a few pieces of gules grandpa Mao Mao grandfathers that picking up on finger are in harships flap, resemble the stand with small one side.
The car is gliding slowly stand by, stop, head of smell of a man comes, "There has been a person on the car, can spell a car only.
" the spot of car window Bo that passes through rainwater dripping wet, can see a car concealed yo-yo still has a person at the back of driver's seat.
"Moxa lake village.
" black shadow gives out hoarse voice, stepping tetanic pace, the door after pulling open was gotten.
"Oh.
" the driver trembled apparently, just as its name implies knows moxa lake village went to the urban district, and arrive there the cemetery that passes this city even.
Now and then the guest that comes up against one secondary to go to this place can explain for coincidence, but today have been first time.
Rain did not want the meaning that stop, the car is incompact a not slow move, the driver is erect waist, often on the sly takes aim from face of the in the future in the rearview mirror inside the car.
This man of the car that just went up wraps the coat in a black all over in, long hair also is hit by rainwater wet, build pull obscured largely piece face, the driver notices his bald-faced is mysterious.
Lying on right backlash so drunk that do not wake the middleaged woman of human affairs, crooked side is the bottom of half jins of pink like wiping lime on the face of the move, the perfume flavour that fluctuates all over still is mixing powerful wine to enrage.
The driver regretted a bit, hope he just is that ignorance does not have the drunkard that become aware even.
Imperceptible, the car has sailed gave the urban district, all around a darkness, only far 9 place Gu 0 rare falling jack-o'-lantern.
His nerve at a draught take up, holding steering wheel carefully, look steadily forward, do not go seeing both sides on hill the forest of monument of that one granite.
"Arrived.
" from the back when hoarse acoustical sound rises, he comes from the start when the seat hardly.
"Ah, fast, moxa lake village is in front.
" his compensate is worn smiling face, consider the cold sweat that must not brush the violent wind on forehead to go out however even.
"Not, I live here.
" that hoarse and depressing sound is pulled suddenly close, gush of an air cooling is on his neck.
The driver's fierce bout head, ah cry.
Scarlet liquid wherefrom person is overflowed on pale face drip come down, rectifying piece of face to resemble is what come from the fish out in pool of blood is general.
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