The limitless thick fog tumbles in out of the window, rich the whole world as if has vanished in fog other end, only has the chaos bright skylight penetration mist photo not to enter the room, making in this peaceful room maintain -and-a-half a dusk half bright ray. 无边无际的浓雾在窗外翻滚,浓郁的仿佛整个世界都已经消失在雾的彼端,唯有混沌未明的天光穿透雾气照进屋来,让这安静的房间里维持着一种半昏半明的光线。 In slightly disorderly studio apartment, before Zhou Ming volt long and narrow table, the junks on table were advanced the one side crudely, but he who looks wan is writing with vigor: 略显凌乱的单身公寓内,周铭伏案桌前,桌上的杂物被粗暴地推到了一旁,而形容憔悴的他正在奋笔疾书: „ Seventh day, the situation has no change, the thick fog is covering all of out of the window, the window...... the entire room as if entered in some abnormal space by not the well-known strength blockade by anything to entire ‚casting’...... “第七天,情况没有任何改变,浓雾笼罩着窗外的一切,窗户被不知名的力量封锁……整个房间仿佛被什么东西给整个‘浇铸’进了某种异常的空间里…… „Does not have the means and outside world relates, does not have the water and electricity, but the electric lamp has been shining, the computer can also open —— me to capture its power line although......” “没办法与外界联系,也没有水电,但电灯一直亮着,电脑也能打开——尽管我已经拔掉了它的电源线……” As if there is slight wind sound/rumor to transmit from the window direction suddenly, was lifting the head in Zhou Ming that in the diary wrote earnestly suddenly, since the thin and pale eyes slightly was bright the light, however the next second he then discovered that was only the own illusion, that leaf of out of the window still only then occupied not the loose pale thick fog, a world of deathly stillness is covering the institute of his small humble abode indifferently. 仿佛有轻微的风声突然从窗户方向传来,正埋头在日记本上书写的周铭猛然间抬起了头,憔悴的双眼中微微亮起光来,然而下一秒他便发现那只是自己的幻觉,那扇窗外仍旧只有盘踞不散的苍白浓雾,一个死寂的世界冷漠地笼罩着他这小小的蜗居之所。 His vision has swept the window, saw the carelessly discarded spanner and iron hammer —— that was he attempted to leave the trace of room in the past several days, however the tools of these hard crude benzene are only calmly lie down there now, seems taunting his embarrassed aspect. 他的目光扫过窗台,看到了被胡乱丢弃的扳手与铁锤——那是他过去几天里尝试离开房间的痕迹,然而现在这些坚硬粗苯的工具只是静静地躺在那里,仿佛在嘲讽着他的窘迫局面。 After several seconds of type, the Zhou Ming expression becomes tranquil —— to bring the tranquility of this abnormal, he lowers the head again, returning to own to write: 几秒种后,周铭的表情重新变得平静下来——带着这种异常的平静,他再次低下头,回到自己的书写中: „ I was surrounded, absolutely does not have the predicament of clue, in the past several days, I even attempted to tear down the roof, wall and floor, but exhausts the whole body strength unable on the wall surface to leave a wee bit traces, this room becomes seems like...... seems like one with space ‚casting’ in the together box, does not have any outlet...... “我被困住了,完全没有头绪的困局,过去几天里,我甚至尝试过拆掉屋顶、墙壁和地板,但用尽全身力气也没能在墙面上留下一丁点痕迹,这房间变得像是……像是一个和空间‘浇铸’在一起的盒子,没有任何出路…… „ Except for that door. “除了那扇门。 „But the situation outside that door...... is not right.” “但那扇门外的情况……更不对劲。” Zhou Ming stopped again, he carefully examines the handwriting that oneself was just leaving behind slowly, somewhat changes the diary careless, looks when the thing —— depressing spoken language that oneself left behind in the past several days, insignificant indulging in flights of fancy, the agitated doodle, as well as relaxes the spirit cold joke that forcefully writes down. 周铭再一次停了下来,他慢慢审视着自己刚刚留下的字迹,又有些漫不经心地翻动日记本,看着自己在过去几天里留下的东西——压抑的言语,无意义的胡思乱想,烦躁的涂鸦,以及强行放松精神时写下的冷笑话。 He does not know that oneself writes down these to have what significance, does not know that these nonsenses the things can look to whom in the future, in fact he even is not person —— that a custom keeps a diary as a leisure time quite limited secondary school teacher, he may not have many energy flowers on this. 他不知道自己写下这些有什么意义,不知道这些胡言乱语的东西将来能给谁看,事实上他甚至都不是一个习惯写日记的人——作为一个闲暇时间相当有限的中学教师,他可没多少精力花在这上面。 But now, no matter wants, he had the big leisure time. 但现在,不管愿不愿意,他有了大把的闲暇时间。 After a sleep/felt wakes up, he was stranded in Room own. 在一觉醒来之后,他被困在了自己的。 The thick fog that out of the window will not dissipate, the mist rich to cannot even see anything besides fog, the whole world as if lost the day and night to take turn, 24 hours constant, the murky ray flooded the room, the window is deadlocking, the water and electricity interrupt, the cell phone did not have the signal, did the big sound unable to bring in the rescue in the room. 窗外是不会消散的浓雾,雾气浓郁到甚至根本看不见除了雾之外的任何东西,整个世界仿佛失去了昼夜交替,二十四小时恒定的、昏昏沉沉的光线充斥着房间,窗户锁死,水电中断,手机没有信号,在房间里搞出再大的动静也引不来外界的救援。 As if an incredible nightmare, all in dream are violating the natural law to revolve, but Zhou Ming has exhausted all means to determine a matter: Here does not have the illusion, does not have the dreamland, some no longer normal world, as well as also calculates normal oneself temporarily. 仿佛一个荒诞的噩梦,梦中的一切都在违背自然规律地运转,但周铭已经用尽了所有的办法来确定一件事:这里没有幻觉,也没有梦境,有的只是不再正常的世界,以及一个暂时还算正常的自己。 He deeply inspires, the vision falls on a room end that only door finally. 他深深吸了口气,目光最后落在房间尽头那唯一的一扇门上。 The ordinary inexpensive white wooden door, above also sewed oneself to forget that from last year trades to keep today's calendar, the door knob is rubbed shiny, the entrance foot pad put somewhat crookedly. 普普通通的廉价白色木门,上面还钉着自己从去年就忘记换下来而一直留到今天的日历,门把手被磨得铮亮,门口脚垫放得有些歪。 That door can open. 那扇门可以打开。 If the room of this seal disassimilation like a prisoner's cage, then this prisoner's cage most virulent place is it actually to retain the front door that a leaf can open momentarily, in tempts the convict in cage to push the door to leave —— frequently to be possible opposite of that front door actually is not Zhou Ming wants „outside”. 如果说这封闭异化的房间如同一个囚笼,那么这囚笼最恶毒之处莫过于它其实保留了一扇随时可以推开的大门,在时时刻刻引诱着笼中的囚徒推门离开——可那大门对面却不是周铭想要的“外面”。 There not obsolete actually kind corridor corridor, 那里没有陈旧却亲切的楼道走廊, Not the sunny street and vital crowd, without all that oneself is familiar with. There only then strange and made one have anxious foreign land another region, moreover „that side” similarly was an inescapable difficult position. 没有阳光明媚的街道与充满活力的人群,没有自己所熟悉的一切。那里只有一个陌生而令人心生不安的异域他乡,而且“那边”同样是个无法逃脱的困境。 But Zhou Ming knows, leaves the oneself hesitant time is not many, so-called „choice” does not exist from the beginning. 但周铭知道,留给自己犹豫的时间已经不多了,所谓的“选择”更是从一开始就不存在。 His food reserve is limited, several buckets of mineral water also only have finally 1/4, he already in this close room the method that tries all difficulty-relief, to pray for rescue, now is placed in his front road one, that is ready, goes to „gate” the opposite obtains a slim chance of survival. 他的食物储备是有限的,几桶矿泉水也只剩下最后四分之一,他已经在这封闭的房间中尝试过了所有脱困、求救的手段,如今摆在他面前的路只有一个,那就是做好准备,去“门”的对面求得一线生机。 Perhaps, but can also have the opportunity to investigate clearly is what reason accomplished present this strange embarrassed supernatural. 或许,还能有机会调查清楚到底是什么原因造就了如今这诡异窘迫的超自然局面。 Zhou Ming inspires gently, lowers the head leaves behind final several in the diary: „...... No matter what, the only choice is only left over now the opposite that goes to the gate, can find some things of eating at least on that strange ship, but I over the past several days should also make oneself survive sufficiently on that ship in that side exploration and preparation...... the preparation that although I can make in that side also is really actually limited. 周铭轻轻吸了口气,低下头在日记本上留下最后几段:“……但不管怎样,现在唯一的选择都只剩下了前往门的对面,至少在那艘诡异的船上还能找到些吃的东西,而我过去几天在那边的探索和准备应该也足以让自己在那艘船上生存下来……尽管我在那边能做的准备其实也实在有限。 „ Final final, to successor, if I cannot come back, but future one naive has what rescue personnel and so on person opened this room, saw this diary, please do not regard all these that I write down is incredible story —— its really occurrence, although this appalling, but really has a person named Zhou Ming, trapped/sleepy in crazy strange space and time Vision. “最后的最后,致后来者,如果我没能回来,而未来的某一天真的有什么救援人员之类的人打开了这间房间,看到了这本日记,请不要把我所写下的这一切当成是个荒诞的故事——它真的发生了,尽管这令人毛骨悚然,但真的有一个名叫周铭的人,被困在了疯狂诡异的时空异象里面。 „I try the best to describe all sorts of abnormal phenomena that oneself saw in this diary , the record oneself is all efforts that the difficulty-relief makes, if really has anything ‚successor’, please at least remember my name, at least remembered all these happen.” “我尽己所能地在这本日记中描述了自己所见到的种种异常现象,也记录下了自己为脱困而做出的所有努力,如果真的有什么‘后来者’的话,请至少记住我的名字,至少记住这一切曾经发生过。” Zhou Ming closed the diary, throws into nearby pen container the pen, slowly stands up after the table. 周铭合上了日记本,把笔扔进旁边的笔筒,慢慢从桌后站起身来。 Is leaves, before falls into passive and hopeless situation thoroughly. 是离开的时候了,在彻底陷入被动与绝境之前。 But after the short ponder, he has not actually moved toward that to be able directly only to lead to „the outside world” the front door, but moved toward the own bed directly. 但在短暂的思考之后,他却没有直接走向那唯一可以通向“外界”的大门,而是径直走向了自己的床铺。 He must with the completely safe stance comes the surface to face each other opposite „foreign land” ——, but his present condition, particularly the state of mind is not very good. 他必须以万全的姿态来面对门对面的“异乡”——而他现在的状态,尤其是精神状态还不够好。 Zhou Ming does not know that oneself can fall asleep, but is forces oneself to lie on the bed even if blows off the brain, feels better in the mental exhausted condition goes „opposite”. 周铭不知道自己能不能睡着,但哪怕是强迫自己躺在床上放空大脑,也好过在精神过于疲惫的状态下前往“对面”。 After eight hours, Zhou Ming opened the eye. 八小时后,周铭睁开了眼睛。 Out of the window was still chaos fog, the day and night unclear day band of light the depressing gloominess. 窗外仍然是一片混沌雾霭,昼夜不明的天光带着令人压抑的晦暗。 Zhou Ming disregarded the situation in out of the window directly, he from remains in many reserves to put out food, eats to eight points of full, later before arriving at the full-length mirror of room corner . 周铭直接无视了窗外的情况,他从所剩不多的储备中拿出食物,吃到八分饱,随后来到房间角落的穿衣镜前。 The man in mirror the hair was still disorderly, seems quite distressed, there is no makings, but Zhou Ming was still staring in the mirror stubbornly, since as if for prints this appearance permanently in the mind general. 镜子中的男人仍然头发杂乱,显得颇为狼狈,也没有什么气质可言,但周铭仍然死死地盯着镜子中的自就仿佛是为了把这副模样永久地印在脑海中一般。 He stared at the mirror to look like this for several minutes, is thinking aloud in a low voice, as if must say in that person opens the mouth to mirror: „You called Zhou Ming, at least in ‚here’, you called Zhou Ming, must remember this point frequently.” 他就这样盯着镜子看了好几分钟,然后低声自言自语着,仿佛是要说给镜子里的那个人般开口:“你叫周铭,至少在‘这边’,你叫周铭,要时刻牢记这一点。” After this, he turns around to leave. 这之后,他才转身离开。 Before arriving at that leaf of familiar door, Zhou Ming deeply inspires, places on the hand a hand. 来到那扇再熟悉不过的房门前,周铭深深吸了口气,将手放在把手上面。 Except that clothes, he has not carried any extra thing, has not brought food, has not had the equipment that defends self, this is experience —— that the beforehand several times „exploration” leaves behind besides oneself, he does not have the means to bring this door anything. 除了一身衣服,他没有携带任何额外的东西,既没有带食物,也没有带防身的装备,这是之前几次“探索”留下的经验——除了自身之外,他没办法把任何东西带过这扇门。 In fact, he even thought that even this „” must form a question mark, because...... 事实上,他甚至觉得连这“自身”都要打个问号,因为…… The Zhou Ming rotation the hand, shoved open the door, one group rises to shrink the creeping motion the gray-black mist such as some type of curtain to appear in him at present , in rising to shrink in the uncertain mist, side he as if has heard the ocean waves sound biography to hear. 周铭转动把手,一把推开了房门,一团涨缩蠕动的灰黑色雾气如某种帷幕般出现在他眼前,而在涨缩不定的雾气中,他仿佛已经听到海浪声传入耳边。 Takes a step to bridge over that matter mist, slightly is rank the salty sea breeze to come, near the ear the illusory ocean waves sound becomes clear, the under foot also transmitted the swaying feeling slightly, Zhou Ming opened the eye after the short dizziness, the place of seeing was a broad spacious wooden deck, stood and waited for a long time the standing tall and erect mast under dark dark clouds, as well as outside the broad side could not see boundary sea level that is fluctuating slightly. 迈步跨过那层雾气,略显腥咸的海风迎面而来,耳边虚幻的海浪声变得真切,脚下也传来了微微的摇晃感,周铭在短暂的眩晕后睁开眼睛,入目之处是一片宽阔空旷的木质甲板,伫立在黑暗阴云下的高耸桅杆,以及船舷外根本看不到边际的、正在微微起伏的海面。 Zhou Ming lowers the head, what seen is compared with the oneself memory in must a stronger body, a seemingly working fine construction cost not poor but style completely strange Captain uniform/subdue, a pair of joint thick palm, as well as is grasping in the oneself hand, the outward appearance classical fine black flint sends the pistol. 周铭低下头,看到的是比自己记忆中要更加强壮一些的身体,一身看起来做工精致造价不菲但风格完全陌生的船长制服,一双骨节粗大的手掌,以及正握在自己手中的、外观古典精美的黑色燧发手枪。 Yes, „” must form a question mark. 是的,就连“自身”都要打个问号。 ( Mother! I come back!) (妈耶！我回来啦！)