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11、失踪

天黑了。

院子里到处都是荒草，还没来得及修剪，显得很荒凉。屋子里亮着一盏十五瓦的灯泡，光线昏黄。

毛十三蹲在门口抽烟，烟头一闪一闪，他的脸忽明忽暗。

不经意间，他挡住了余尔瓦的退路。

也许，他是故意的。

窗外是无边的黑暗，寂静得有点压抑。

单玉米去了里屋，可能已经睡下了，也可能正在磨刀，磨牙，磨爪子。

余尔瓦回头，见毛十三正死死地盯着他。他有些害怕那眼神，低下头，虚虚地说：“你看什么？”

毛十三说：“单玉米和我说过，你肯定会来。没想到，你来得这么快。”

余尔瓦不知道他是什么意思，就没说话。

毛十三又说：“我们的事你都知道了，下一步你打算怎么办？”

他的语气有点冷。

余尔瓦暗暗吃了一惊，惊惶地想：难道他们想杀人灭口？他小心翼翼地说：“我就当没来过，什么都不知道。”

毛十三突然怪怪地笑了：“不，你必须把你知道的事说出去。”

“为什么？”余尔瓦一愣。

“我要让所有人都知道，屠夫该死。”

“什么意思？”

“你知道我为什么杀死屠夫吗？”

“因为他组织人杀猫？”

毛十三站起来，关上了屋门。那扇门很厚，看上去很隔音，关上之后，在里面把一个人大卸八块，外面的人都听不到。此时此刻，单玉米在里屋应该把刀磨好了。

余尔瓦几乎要崩溃了。

毛十三直勾勾地看着他，一字一字地说：“不仅仅是因为他组织人杀猫。他就是个耗子，该死。”

“什么意思？”

“你知道戒习所为什么有那么多耗子吗？”

“不知道。”

“屠夫克扣我们的伙食，拿去喂耗子。他把耗子当成摇钱树，利用它们申请灭鼠费。那些钱，都进了他的腰包。你说，他是不是该死？”

余尔瓦想了想，点点头。

毛十三看着吊在屋顶上的灯泡，沉默了半天，终于说：“杀猫的人，该抓。贪污的人，该杀。”

单玉米走了出来，空着手。她看着余尔瓦，静静地说：“你可以不喜欢猫，但是，请不要伤害它们。”

余尔瓦刻骨铭心地记住了这句话。

单玉米和毛十三一起盯着余尔瓦，居心不明。

余尔瓦有些生硬地说：“我，我该走了。”

“你走不了。”毛十三的语气同样有些生硬。

“为什么？”余尔瓦打了个哆嗦。

单玉米笑了：“太晚了，没有车了。”

这个解释合情合理，余尔瓦无话可说。

单玉米又说：“住下吧，明天再走。”

毛十三从里屋抱出一个铺盖卷，放在地上，说：“今天晚上，你就在这屋打地铺吧。”

安顿好余尔瓦，单玉米和毛十三朝里屋走去。走到门口，单玉米停下来，背对着余尔瓦，轻轻地说：“再见了。”

再见后面加个“了”，立刻多了一股不祥的意味。

外面起风了，像无数只猫在叫。

也许，那就是猫的叫声。

余尔瓦的心似乎跌进了万丈深渊。不知道什么时候，他睡着了，还做了一个梦，一个古怪而恐怖的梦。

在梦里，他看见一群耗子和一群猫在对峙。那些耗子吃得肥头大耳，膀大腰圆。那些猫饿得瘦骨嶙峋，毛都立着。

余尔瓦以为那些猫会退缩，它们却冲了上去。

耗子们闪开了一条路，一个人模鼠样的东西冒了出来，它的脸上满是疙瘩和伤疤，浑身上下长满了灰色的毛，拖着一条三米多长的尾巴……

是屠夫。

余尔瓦惊悚至极，一下就醒了，出了一身的冷汗。

天快要亮了，光线还有点暗。

里屋的门关着。那扇门上没有贴春联，也没有贴门神，光秃秃的，像是一张没有五官的脸。

余尔瓦低低地喊了一声：“单玉米。”

没人应。

他又喊了一声：“毛十三。”

还是没人应。

他觉得有些不对头。屋子里除了他，肯定还有别的活物，而且不止一个。他爬起来，轻手轻脚地走过去，推了推里屋的门。

屋门“吱吱呀呀”地开了。那是恐怖电影里才有的声音。

他目瞪口呆。

光线暗淡的屋子里，只有两只灰白相间的猫，不见单玉米和毛十三。

他们走了。

余尔瓦盯着那两只猫，忽然想：他们真的走了吗？

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