长篇鬼故事 - 惊悚故事之橙金村

“要是年轻人能都回来就好了，这样我们也不必这么辛苦。他们都跑去大都市干嘛，搞得灯都灭了，留下来的人，孩子也生不出来……灯也……一盏一盏地……”巫裘摇摇头，幽怨地说道。

他一面说话，一面高高举起牛刀，“刷——”的一声，加菲的头颅应声断落，坠落在地面上左右滚动，我咬住自己的手指，身子不禁往后移动，即使已经贴到橱柜壁，我仍然不住地想要后退。

“这次可以点起四盏灯，再等等看吧，点灯之后应该还会有人回来。”村长双手背在身后，缓缓说道。

巫裘不再发话，他专心地拿着牛刀，用力地往加菲胸膛一砍！加菲的胸部瞬间裂开，瑰色琼汁飞溅，让巫裘的脸上沾满碎花般的鲜红，他使劲扒开加菲的胸腔、腹腔，取下覆盖着鲜美汁液的心脏、肝脏、脾脏、胃、肾，将这些内脏丢进一旁的水桶里，接着，巫裘拿着牛刀在已经空空如也的躯体里，快速划下数十刀，随后他又自加菲的皮囊里，拿出块块如同蜜李果肉般的肌肉、碎脂，不消几分钟的时间，加菲变成一摊水桶里的碎肉。

我仍然捂着自己的嘴巴，眼眶的热潮高升，清澈的泪珠滚落，腹中的酸液翻腾得即将呼之欲出，我紧绷着全身的肌肉与神经，压抑着呕吐的欲望，豆大的汗水自眉梢滴落。

此时，厨房门外传来一个男音，说道：“搞定了，要先带去点灯吗？”

村长说道：“先把这个胖子倒进田里，等下再处理女的。”

女的？难道是山风？我把眼睛贴近橱柜缝隙，但无奈就是看不到厨房外的情形，于是，我在橱柜里蹲下，静静地——等待。

我必须要救山风。躲在村民聚集的田地附近，我这么对自己说道。但是……该怎么救呢？

村民们都身穿黑斗篷，上面绣着奇异的几何图形，他们抬着山风，将山风安置在未亮起的吊灯下方，随后村民们开始手舞足蹈，唱起奇异曲调的歌谣：“祖灵、祖灵，伟大的祖灵啊！保佑，我们的孩子，健康长大;保佑，我们的物产，丰厚量大;守护，我们的家园，平安繁荣，浓于水的血脉，回归家园吧……”

歌曲进行当中，山风的身体飘起如同烟雾般的细密分子，缕缕轻烟缓慢地攀升，在覆盖着白布的吊灯周围盘旋，每转过一圈，烟雾似乎就少一些，而当烟雾完全消失时，吊灯倏地亮起！覆盖在山风身上的白布瞬间染上亮眼的橘色。

好个橙金村、橙巾村……我随手抓起几把泥土捏成球，就扔向与我相反的方向，“啪！”一声砸过去，村民倏地同时转身，此时我再往另一个方向丢一颗土球。

“有人，去追！”巫裘喊道。

这时村民纷纷往土球的方向追去，抓住这个空档，我立即跑向山风，就在抵达的那一刻，我抓着山风的肩，她睁着双眼，却不再如往昔般美丽，一只铁箭硬生生地由山风的下巴穿刺致头顶。

山风早已经死了。

我呆愣地望着山风，双手松开山风的肩。我到底做了什么？只为了一个梦，只为了满足口欲，我带着着死党乱跑，带着他们踏进这个死亡之地，天啊……是我害死了他们……

我粗糙的声东击西之计，很快就被村民识破，我知道他们正在朝我聚集，但是，我……我却没有办法逃跑，来的时候有四个人，回去……怎么可以只有一个人呢？我怎么能丢下山风、加菲、蛮牛呢？他们是这么的……信任我……我们是最佳死党啊……

村民很快就将我包围了，巫裘一把抓住我的领子，任凭他抓着，我无力反抗，巫裘一拳又一拳地重击我的腹部，很疼，可是我叫不出声，喉头泛起一股带点甘甜的咸味，我知道，我在吐血，最后，巫裘把我摔在地上，他跨上我的身体，举起那把砍加菲用的牛刀，就要往我的胸口刺！

我闭上双眼，杀了我吧，这是……我害死朋友的代价。

过了许久，牛刀并没有如预期般地刺进我的胸膛，于是，我睁开双眼，跨坐在我身上的巫裘，打开自己的衣襟，他看看自己胸膛的橘色胸毛，又看看我的鼻子。

他缓缓地说道：“你的鼻毛……是橘色的……”

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