Chapter 7 Chapter 7 The Story of "Zombie Woman"

The guards took Molina to the office, and the warden wanted to interrogate him alone, and Molina was trembling with fear.The guard exited the office and closed the door behind him.The warden looked at the prisoner in front of him and asked coldly: "Molina, you look very thin, what happened?" "It's nothing, sir, I had a stomach problem, but it's better now." Molina replied carefully. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Today we're going to act like you're visiting, and Valenti won't be suspicious. Last night I had dinner with your surety at home, Molina. He told me about the Good news for you, which is why I called you into my office."

"What did Mr. Parisy say?" "Molina, the good news is that your mother is doing much better. He mentioned the possibility of a pardon to her. . . . She is a very different person." "Really?" Molina asked in surprise. "Stop crying? You should be happy." "I weep for joy, sir, please forgive me." "Will it help you to consume his physical strength?" "The first time I ate the prepared meal." The warden asked in amazement: "Why? It must be a mistake." "Because he doesn't like to eat rice, and there are as many as two plates, he must ask me to eat more. If I refuse to eat, he will be suspicious. I know you reminded me, specially prepared The food came in a new tin dish, but they had so much rice in it that I had to eat it."

"Well done, Molina, I want to reward you. I'm so sorry for the wrong plate. How's Valenti's spirit? Have we softened him?" "It's best to start him healthy now. If he's getting worse, he can't stay in the cell. Once he's in the infirmary, my chance of meritorious service is gone." The warden nodded and said, "Of course. One more thing—don't reveal anything about the pardon. You can't look cheerful when you get back to the prison. How are you going to explain this visit to him?" "I don't know. Maybe you can suggest something, sir?"

"Just say your mother has been here, does that make sense?" "No, sir, absolutely not." "why?" "Because my mother always brings me a few packets of food every time she comes." "Got it, we'll prepare some food for you and pack it in the same way, what do you think?" "Okay, sir." "That way we can make up for the sacrifice you made while eating rice, poor Molina!" "Well, my mother always buys groceries at the supermarket a few streets away from the prison so she doesn't have to pack a bunch of bags into the car."

"Wait a minute," the warden pushed open the office door and greeted a guard: "Hey, Gutierrez, listen, I will give you a list, you can take it to buy some food, and follow the prescribed method Packed. It must be done within half an hour. Molina, you dictate what you think your mother might bring you." "A large package of guava paste... two packs; canned peaches; two roasted chickens, hot; a large pack of sugar, two boxes of tea, one box of scented tea, one box of chamomile tea; milk powder, Condensed milk, cleaning agent... Small box, no, big box, Blanco, four bars of soap, Suvissimo... What else? Yes, a big jar of pickled herring, let me go again Come to think of it, my mind is blank right now."

"Look, what have I brought?" Molina yelled once back in the cell. "I don't know! . . . Has your mother been here?" "Yes!" Molina really pretended to be. "That's great...is she feeling better?" "Well, it's better...Look, what did she bring us?" "Thanks, but that's for you." "Be quiet, please. Remember, you are recovering. A new life begins today. The sheets are drying, and there is so much good food. Look, two roast chickens... please Well, I'm not a big fan of roast chicken. Seriously, you gotta stop eating the goddam cell food. You'll be fine soon, at least, give it a try for a day or two."

"You think so?" "good." "You really don't know, as soon as the pain stopped, my stomach suddenly became empty, as if I was suddenly starved." "Wait a minute, let's get this straight. I want you to eat this chicken, no, both. But on one condition: you're not allowed to touch the food that the guards brought you, which makes you eat the chicken." You are seriously ill. Are you done?" "Okay...just what do you do? I can't let you just sit and drool." "No, I'm not too interested in cold food." Valenti began to chew unceremoniously.After wolfing down a chicken, he was grateful to Molina. "Molina, the chicken is delicious. We've got enough for two days."

"Yes, now you can sleep for a while, it can help you recover. Stop talking nonsense like before, it will affect your digestion." "Molina, do you want to sleep?" "Somewhat." "There is one program missing before going to bed." "I'm a man who's supposed to be corrupt here." "No kidding, now we have to tell a movie story, which is exactly what we haven't done tonight." "Ah, let me think..." "Do you remember movies like The Showgirl? I like hearing stories like this the most. " "Of course, I know a lot of weird movie stories, Dracora, Werewolf."

"What else?" "And Zombie Girl." "Just listen to this: the title of the film is very exciting, is it an American film?" "Yes, that was a movie I saw years ago. How did it start? . . . Oh yes, I remember." "The story is about a girl from New York who arrives on a steamboat to some island in the Caribbean to marry her fiancé. As soon as the boat docked, the girl heard the sound of drums, and her heart was moved.The fiancé was waiting for her arrival on the shore, and he also brought a row of donkey carts decorated with flowers.A group of musicians were sitting in two of the cars, and they played beautiful and soft tunes with sticks on a table-shaped musical instrument. The drumbeat had long since died away.

"The girl came with her fiancé to a country house far from the town. The fiancé was a handsome young man with a perennial smile on his face. But somehow, one could vaguely feel that his character was rather weak. Because he The first thing he did after welcoming his family back home was to introduce his fiancée to his butler. The butler was a Frenchman in his fifties. He asked his fiancé to sign two documents concerning the shipment of the banana boat out of the island. The fiancée He was asked to wait for a while, but he insisted on signing immediately. The fiancé stared at him with hatred, and finished signing with trembling hands.

"At the reception, people toasted the couple. Two Negroes from the sugar-cane fields brought kegs of beer to pay homage to the owner.When the butler saw them, he picked up the ax that was set aside with a frown, smashed the beer barrel, and all the wine in the barrel spilled on the ground.The girl turned to her fiancé in bewilderment, as if asking him what the reason for his hysterical behavior was.But he just kept nodding to the butler in approval of his move.The fiancé also raised a glass of juice and toasted the islanders standing in front of him, because the next morning, as long as he and the girl signed the documents at the island's government office, they would be officially married.That night, that is, the night before the wedding, the girl must sleep alone in the house.The fiancé claimed to go to the most remote banana plantation on the island to express her gratitude to the farm laborers, and on the other hand, to avoid leisure and protect her reputation. "This night, the moonlight was beautiful, and the tropical plants in the courtyard were particularly charming under the moonlight. The girl couldn't help but want to look around the home. She walked through the living room and into the dining room. She had twice Seeing the picture of her fiancé in a folding picture frame, but the other side by side with the picture was empty. She searched the other rooms of the house and finally entered a woman's bedroom. She began to rummage through the She searched through all the drawers, trying to find a blank photo in the frame. But she found nothing, only found a closet full of women's clothing made of high-quality imported materials in the closet. At this moment, the girl heard something The sound of things wriggling and a shadow flashing past the window frightened her quite a bit. She hurried out of the room and came to the courtyard, only to see a little frog jumping into the pond. So she Perhaps this was the sound she had just heard, she thought, and the shadow must be the palm tree swaying in the breeze. She continued walking towards the end of the courtyard, because the air in the house was so suffocating, and the evening wind outside was so suffocating. It was so refreshing. As she was walking, she heard the sound again, as if it was the footsteps of people walking. She turned sharply, but a dark cloud hid the bright moonlight, and the courtyard was dark.An ominous drum sound could be heard faintly from a distant place.A shadow flashed through the door she had opened and entered the room.The poor girl was so frightened that she couldn't make up her mind whether to stand in the courtyard or follow into the house.Finally she leaned on the window and looked in.Although the room was very dark, but because the girl was clinging to the window glass, she could still see a tall silhouette moving, and a pair of pale hands kept touching various small decorations in the room.Shadow slid out of the room again.After a while, footsteps sounded again in the courtyard.The girl's hair stood on end in fright, and she tried her best to hide behind the vines that covered the wall.The dark clouds dissipated, the moon came out again, and the courtyard was brightened again.The girl stared round her eyes, staring unblinkingly at the tall figure that had already blocked her. I saw the shadow wearing a long black windbreaker, with messy blond hair hanging down to his waist, obviously not combed for many days, the face buried in the messy hair was pale and colorless, it turned out that this was a zombie woman .The zombie girl stared blankly at the girl, and stretched out her arms to touch her.The girl stepped back step by step, but she didn't realize that the back road was cut off, and there was a row of dense hedges close to her back.When she realized that she was cornered, the girl let out a terrible scream.But the zombie girl still opened her arms, pressing towards her, and the girl finally fainted from fright.At this critical juncture, an elderly black woman arrived in time and grabbed the horrible zombie. "When the girl woke up, she found that she had been dragged to the bed by the black housekeeper. The housekeeper was tall and fat, and her hair was all gray. She comforted the girl and said that what she saw just now was nothing but an act of her own doing. It was a nightmare. The next morning, the housekeeper came to dress up the girl, braided the girl's black hair into a big braid, and carefully placed a circle of local flowers on her head. After the dressing was finished, the girl The housekeeper accompanied the girl into a small carriage and went to the town hall to perform the marriage formalities with her fiancé who was waiting there. While the girl asked the housekeeper to comb her hair, she asked where her fiancé spent the night last night. The housekeeper tried her best to hide her face panicked, and told her in as light a tone as possible that the master was just going to greet the farm laborers on a remote plantation. The girl understood that this must be a black religious ceremony, and she felt a little regretful that she had not heard or seen this place. Customs and music. The housekeeper looked at her in horror at this, and hastened to say that she had better keep away from these things forever, because these religious ceremonies are sometimes bloody, because... the housekeeper couldn't go on. Girl Ask her what's the matter? So she told the local story about the reanimated corpse. "It is said that many years ago, some farm laborers on the plantation decided to rebel because the owners exploited them unscrupulously. After hearing the news, the plantation owners called the leader of the witch doctor on the island and asked him to use a special poison Kill those rebellious farm laborers. The farm laborers were still alive, and the witch doctor resurrected them and turned them into revenant corpses. As a result, every banana harvest season, the revenant corpses worked hard all night without any complaints, because they Suffering, but unable to speak. When the moonlight shines on them, you can see tears rolling down their cheeks, but they have lost any will, only obey and suffer. "The girl listened, and suddenly remembered what happened last night, so she asked the housekeeper if there was such a thing as a female zombie. The housekeeper cleverly changed the subject and replied that it was impossible, because women cannot do such heavy farm work The girl asked again whether her fiancé was afraid of such things. The housekeeper replied that of course he was not, but he had to accommodate some superstitions in order to be friendly with the farm laborers. Therefore, he had to go out on the eve of the wedding Receive the witch doctor's blessing. "After the wedding, the couple loved each other and lived happily. One night, when they were all in bed, they were woken by the sound of drums in the distance. The girl felt only a shiver in her Her back moved up and down, making her shudder. The husband listened to the sound of the drums in the distance, his face changed suddenly, and the original calm disappeared suddenly. He could no longer sleep, and then he got up and got out of bed. The girl said nothing, She lay motionless, as if in a deep sleep. In fact, she pricked up her ears to listen carefully to her husband. She heard the door of the cupboard being opened with a 'squeak', and then there was no sound. After a while After a long time, her husband still didn't come back. She decided to get up to find out what happened, but found him lying on the easy chair unconsciously drunk. She quickly scanned all the furniture in the room with her eyes, and saw an open door. There is a small cabinet with the door closed, so narrow that only a bottle of wine can be placed. There is still a bottle of wine beside her husband, which is just half drunk. The girl wonders where this wine came from. As far as she knows, the whole house is full of wine. She didn't hide a drop of wine. She also noticed a bunch of letters and photos under the wine bottle in the cabinet. The immediate priority was to drag her husband into the bedroom and try to cheer him up. She told her husband that she loved him and that he would She will not be alone anymore. The husband gave her a grateful look and fell asleep again. The girl wanted to sleep a little longer too, but seeing her husband drunk like that made her very upset. She suddenly realized that the butler had broken How right was the behavior of the beer keg. She put on her nightgown and wanted to look at the cabinet again, for the photographs aroused her infinite interest. But when she went there again, the door of the cabinet was closed, and Locked. Who did this? She looked around. There was darkness and silence, except for the faint sound of drums. "The next morning, my husband woke her up and brought her breakfast. He told her with great interest that today he was going to take her for a drive on the beach, but he had completely forgotten what happened last night. .She couldn't help but be affected by her husband's emotions, so she readily agreed. On the tropical beach, the two played happily all day long, and they didn't return home by car until nightfall. When passing a road on a ridge, The girl saw an old English-style building not far away under the fiery sunset, which looked very beautiful and mysterious, because the house was almost completely covered by vegetation. The girl said that she wanted to have One day I drove there to play, and she didn't understand why there was no one living in the nice house. Her husband seemed very nervous, and rudely reprimanded her that she would never, ever be allowed to go near the house. As a result, the joy of the day was wasted, the girl Her mood was disturbed again. She found that the mention of the house made her husband so nervous, which involuntarily increased the doubts in her heart. "When I got home, my husband went to shower first. The girl took the opportunity to search through the clothes he had taken off, and finally found a key ring in his trouser pocket. There was only a small key on it. She went straight to the small cabinet and tried She tried it, and the lock was unlocked. She opened the cabinet door and saw that there was another bottle of Cognac brandy in it. Who put it? Since she hadn't left her husband's side for a moment since last night, he must not have put it. There are some letters under the wine bottle, signed by the husband and his first wife. It turns out that this is their love letter. Below the letters are some photos, with a photo of the husband and a woman on it. Is this woman his ex-wife? The girl seems to know this woman, she is very tall and plump, with long blond hair, one of the portrait photos made her suddenly remember: the eyes without God, a little at a loss... This is in a nightmare The crazy woman who was chasing her... She suddenly noticed that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and her husband would catch her rummaging through things on the spot! She packed it up quickly, closed the cabinet door, and went to the bedroom. Sure enough, her husband was already in the bedroom. Inside, he was wrapped in a big bath towel, smiling at her. The key is still in her hand, what should I do?She made him go to the bathroom to get a wooden comb on the pretext of combing his hair, and when he turned around, she quickly put the key back in his trouser pocket. "A few days passed, and my husband got out of bed in the middle of the night every day because he couldn't sleep. The girl didn't want to reveal the matter, so she pretended to be sleeping soundly every day. When the next morning, she dragged him back to bed because it was too late. He was always slumped delirious in the easy chair. The girl always checks the wine bottle every time, but every time it is a full bottle.Who put the bottle in the cabinet?The girl dared not ask her husband.Every evening, when he came back from the plantation, he always looked extremely happy to see her waiting for him at home.But at night, when he heard the sound of the drums, he was bound to be disturbed, and would have to get drunk to the point of unconsciousness.Once, seeing her husband gone out, she chatted with the butler and tried to ask about it.But the butler let out a long sigh and told her that there were many difficult problems between the husband and the hired men, waiting to be resolved, etc., etc. "One day, after tea, the husband and the butler had to go to the remotest plantation again. Due to the long distance, we planned to return the next day. Taking this opportunity, the girl made up her mind to walk to the deserted house to have a look.At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the fireball-like sun was no longer too hot.As soon as the husband and the others set out on the road, the girl also left home.She groped her way to the house, but got lost.As night fell, she finally came to the ridge overlooking the house, but she couldn't make up her mind whether to go back or go on.In the end, curiosity overcame everything, and she went to the house anyway.Suddenly, she saw a light in the house. When she got closer, she saw a candle was lit on the table in the house.The girl bravely opened the door, and looked inside carefully. There was a Voodoo altar in the corner, with many lit candles stuck on it. On the altar there is a doll with black hair and the same clothes she wore when she was married, and a needle has been pierced through the doll's heart.The girl was so frightened that she almost fainted. She turned around and wanted to escape, but the way to go was blocked, and there was a huge black man standing at the door.His eyes were protruding, his upper body was bare, and he was wearing a pair of tattered trousers, and he was staring at her blankly with abnormal eyes.She screamed in despair, but the black man who was actually a revenant still approached her step by step, and stretched out his arms like the zombie woman in the courtyard last time.The girl screamed again, fled into the next room, and locked the door desperately.The room was pitch black, one window was almost tightly covered by jungle-like plants, and only faint starlight barely penetrated into the room.With the help of the dim light, the girl gradually adapted to the darkness. She found that there was a bed in the room, and on the bed...something was wriggling. It turned out to be the zombie girl, and her screams were suffocated by fear.The zombie girl got up slowly and started walking towards her!There was no way to get out of this coffin-locked room, and the girl was so frightened that she really wanted to fall to the ground and die immediately.Suddenly a voice came from the window, ordering the zombie girl to stop and go back to bed. ... Here is the good black housekeeper again.The housekeeper told the girl not to be afraid, she immediately went into the house to protect her.The girl opened the door, and behind the housekeeper stood the giant black man, but he bowed his head and ears.The housekeeper told him to take care of the girl in the future and not to hurt her, and he promised them all.The shaggy-haired zombie girl also obediently gave in.The housekeeper gently supported the girl's shoulders, and accompanied her back to the manor in a carriage driven by a donkey.Along the way, she narrated the long family history to the girl, because the girl realized that the zombie girl with blond hair hanging down to her waist was her husband's ex-wife. " "May I interject?" Valenti asked. "What are you going to say? Tell me." "I'm so depressed, it's hard to listen to your story. I think it's better to save the story for tomorrow, okay? Then we can talk." "Okay. But what do you want to say?" "I'm going to talk about my girlfriend, and how much I'm afraid for her, because she's in danger. But it's not my girlfriend that I long to hear from, to see her, Right now I'm thinking of Marta, I'm thinking of her with all my being... wanting her to cling to me. Because Marta is the one who can really save me, because I feel like a dead person. I swear I feel that way." "Go on, I'm listening." "I want to ask you to do something, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me." Still Valenti hesitated. "No, why should I laugh at you?" "If it's not troublesome, please light a candle. I hope you will write a letter to her according to my dictation. If I use my eyes now, my head will feel dizzy." "What's the matter? Besides stomach pain, what's wrong with you?" "No, I'm just too weak. This afternoon, I tried to write, but the paper keeps making me dizzy." "Okay, you can start dictating." "'My dear Marta, you must find this letter . . . strange. I feel . . . I want you to... tell me...some words of comfort. I'm in a cell and I don't know where you are?... I don't know how you're feeling, or thinking, or needing something?... If I don't Send this letter, I have to write to you too, and who knows what happened? . . . let's talk . . . because I'm afraid, afraid that if I don't tell you something, something inside will break.' Read the letter to me." "If I don't send this letter, I'll have to write it to you." "Please add, 'But I will send it.'" "'But I will send it.' Any more?" "'I can't get used to the idea of ​​being a martyr. I'm angry, I don't want to be a martyr, and now I wonder if I made a big mistake with the whole thing... They tortured me, but I still haven't confessed... I don't even know the real names of my comrades, so I just uttered their aliases, and the police couldn't figure it out. But there is a kind of torture in my heart... I shouldn't stay in this cell forever... ...I understand now, Marta...I'm just afraid because I'm sick...I have a fear of dying, a fear that it's over, that there's only so much time left in life. But I think, I do not deserve this kind of reward. I have always been generous in my actions and have never exploited others... I have fought since my intellect... against the exploitation of our fellow man... I have always cursed all religions because they confuse people's minds Thoughts that stand in the way of their struggle for equality...I long for a justice now...divine justice, I beg there is a God in the world...' Molina, capitalize God please." "Okay, let's go on." "There is a God who can see me and help me, because I want to be able to walk the streets again one day. I hope that day will come soon, and I don't want to die. But this idea often flashes in my mind, I will never, never be able to touch my woman again, I just can't stand this... Whenever I think about women, you are the only thing I think about. To think that you are thinking about me, is such a treat to me Relief... when you touch your body with your hand, you have to assume it's my hand... what a relief it would be to me...a part of me is still with you, isn't it ?Similarly, the breath of your flesh is still in my nostrils...and the feeling of your skin under my ten fingertips...I seem to have it etched in my heart. Do you understand me?...But Sometimes, I feel like there is nothing in this cell but me...alone..." "Yeah, 'I'm...alone...' Go ahead." "...no trace remains, the happiness we had together, the evenings, afternoons, and mornings with you, are now worthless to me, on the contrary I am against... because I think you are crazy, and all I feel is the torment of loneliness. The disgusting smell on me... I can't take a bath, because I am so sick and weak, and the cold water may make me feel sick. I have pneumonia. I feel the fear of death, I feel it in my bones... the torment in my heart tells me it's all over, this pain is my last experience in the world... as I say this Like a true Christian, as if there was another life waiting for me...but I have nothing to wait for, don't you?" "May I interject?" Molina said to Valenti, looking up. "What's up?" "Uh, actually, we can still work hard..." "What are you trying to do? Tell me." "I can help you wash your body. Look, we can have hot water in the jug! We already have two towels, use one towel to soap up, and the other slightly damp to soak up the suds. You wipe the front, I'll wipe your back for you." "Then my body won't itch so much?" "Yes. We can take turns washing one by one, so you don't catch a cold." "Would you really like to help me wash?" "It's obvious." "when?" "If you want to wash, do it now. I'll boil some hot water." "The kerosene is yours. It's useless to ruin your stuff." "That's all right, we can finish writing the letter while the water is boiling." "Give me the letter." "why?" "Molina, just give it to me." Valenti took the letter and tore it to pieces. "Why did you tear up the letter?" "Let's not talk about it any more." The next day, Valenti slept late and did not open her eyes. "Good morning!" Molina greeted. "What time is it?" "Ten ten minutes past ten." "I can't believe it's so late." "Hmm, when they opened the door to deliver the coffee, you rolled over and fell asleep again. You finally got a good rest." "Yes, I feel better." "Fine. Stand up and see how it feels?" "No, you're joking." "What's the joke?" "You see something, something about a healthy man, especially when he wakes up in the morning and has some energy." "An erection, uh, that's healthy..." "Can you look away? You make me feel so ashamed." "Okay, I'll close my eyes." "Thank you for your exquisite food, otherwise, my health would never be better." "I'll boil some water and make you a cup of tea." "No, look, I can't eat all your stuff. Besides, I'm fine. " "It's no big deal. My mum has started delivering things to me again, so it's not a problem." "But I'm uneasy." "Why do you always make things so complicated?" "okay then." "You go to the bathroom, and I'll make tea. When you come back, if you'd like to listen, I'll continue telling the story of the zombie girl... Do you want to know what happened next?" "Yes, but I must study. When I feel better, I'll see if I can read." "What a fanatic." Valenti couldn't wait to pick up the book. "Valenti, why are you always sighing?" "Molina, there's no way, the words on the book are always shaking in front of my eyes." "As I have told you, you are so weak that you drank only tea for breakfast, and refused my suggestion of bread and ham." "Is that so?" "I knew it would. After lunch, you take a nap and try to read later." "It's so lazy. Believe it or not, I want to stay in bed a little longer. What happened to the movie? Do me a favor." "You know what I'd better do now? Put the potatoes in the pot Go cook them, they don't cook well. We'll open a can of olive oil later, and pour some oil and salt on the cooked potatoes, and add the ham, and there's nothing more nourishing than that." "Come on, what's the story like?" "Okay, okay, but wait...the thing isn't on...well, it's on. Where were we last time?" "The housekeeper told the girl the whole story on the way home. The groom and his first wife loved each other and lived happily ever after. However, this happy marriage has always been covered with a shadow: he has to keep a secret strictly. When he was young, he had witnessed the crimes committed by his father.His father was a do-it-all guy who came to the island empty-handed, made a fortune, and ended up treating the farmhands like nothing.The farm laborers couldn't stand it anymore and thought of rebelling. When my father learned about it, he quickly called the local witch doctor.One night, the witch doctor called all the farm laborers who took the lead in the rebellion to the remotest plantation, saying that they would hold a meeting to bless them.The naive farmhands believed it was true, and they all went.In this way, all of them were shot dead by the witch doctor with a special poisonous arrow on the spot.Their bodies were dragged into the jungle, and a few hours later, one by one, they opened their eyes and became living dead.The witch doctor ordered them to stand up, and sure enough, the corpse stood up slowly, eyes widened.They followed the instructions of the witch doctor, holding machetes in their hands, and cutting bunches of bananas all night long.The father laughed like a devil, and he sent people to build a hay shed with many dry sugarcane stalks, piled the zombies inside during the day, and called them out to cut bananas at night.His son saw his father amassed a huge windfall in this way and became lord of the island.After his son grew up, he went to study in the United States, married a blonde female classmate, and brought her back to the island.At first his first wife had made him happy.After the old father died, the husband decided to quit the witch doctor.He sent someone to call the witch doctor to the mansion, but he went to the most remote plantation, nailed all the entrances and exits with wooden stakes, sprinkled turpentine everywhere, and burned down the grass shed.The reanimated corpses were all charred, and the poor zombies finally ended their suffering. "At this time, the witch doctor came to the mansion of her husband, waiting for the master to summon him. The sound of drums and drums in the jungle hinted to him what was going on there. Ambushes her husband and kills him. The tall blond wife is desperate and promises him anything - money and jewels - if he will let him go. The witch doctor's evil eyes cast her up and down and then said that there was only one way to save her husband's life. He put the poisoned dagger on the table and threatened to stab her husband with it if she betrayed him. At this juncture, the husband He came back. Through the open window, he happened to see them staying together, the wife was half naked, and she was still saying that she was going to leave her husband and run off with the witch doctor. The husband lost his mind in a sudden, He picked up the dagger and stabbed it into his wife's body like crazy. The witch doctor told him that no one would know what happened because he was the only witness. As long as the boy continued to let him do voodoo He would tell the police that the murderer was some guy in the jungle who wanted to rob the house. When he and his master rushed to the scene, he happened to see the man killing the mistress. That's the story the housekeeper told, girl Hearing that, I was scared out of my wits.” "The first wife turned into a reincarnated corpse like this?" "right." "How did the housekeeper know so many things?" "The girl also asked the same question. The housekeeper lowered her head and replied: The witch doctor is her husband. But there is one thing that the housekeeper doesn't know. When she and the girl just left the old house, there was a shadow Flashed out of the jungle, and then appeared at the door. The revenant at the door moved and let the shadow enter the house. The shadow went straight into the bedroom of the blonde zombie woman and got on her bed. She was wide open. Lying with her eyes motionless, even though a white hand stripped off her clothes, she had no ability to resist. "When the girl returned to the mansion, she found that her husband had already been waiting at home. Seeing that his wife was safe and sound, he was both relieved and full of anger. He hugged her in his arms and said that in the future, without his permission, he is not allowed to Going out. At the dinner table, the girl asked about the harvest situation, but unexpectedly, this sentence aroused her husband's full thoughts. He immediately tore off the napkin, left the dining table, shut himself in the study, and drank the wine in the small cabinet in the room.姑娘临睡前再三唤他回卧室睡觉，但他只是咕哝地说，别管他。 “第二天清晨，她醒来不见丈夫的踪影，发狂似地跳下床去寻找。一个佣人告诉她，主人朝最边远的种植园方向走去了，走时什么话也没留下。姑娘记起那地方正是巫医的老窠。她急忙叫来了男管家，她感到这男管家是她唯一可以信赖的人。男管家对她说，她本来是主人的最后一丝希望，因为他有可能变得重新快乐起来，现在这点希望也消失了。主人总是拒绝听从善意的劝告，不过眼下还有一个可以补救的机会。说来也很简单，就是让某个人把好建议深深地灌输给他，坚定他的意志，当然这要由她来决定，男管家还说，今天清晨她丈夫临走时又侮辱了他，他简直无法再忍受了。她丈夫是头十足的怪物，她应该离开他，去找个更好的男人。 “姑娘开始觉得男管家有点异样，让人不太舒服，因为他的眼睛直盯着她，她慌乱地奔出门外去找丈夫，害怕他真会出事，但是年老的女管家却一口拒绝陪伴她，说那太危险了，要知道她是个白人妇女哪。姑娘无法可想，只好求助于男管家，男管家同意陪她去，他给跑得最快的一对马套上马具，载上姑娘就一溜烟地出发了。姑娘见马发疯似地狂跑，再三央求男管家不要驶得这么快，但他却置之不理，只是大声地对她叫着，她丈夫是个多么可怜的东西。以后，他俩再也没交谈过一句话。在丛林深处，男管家停下了车，说他有事要找个人。好长时间过去了，却一直不见管家人影。姑娘一个人呆着，简直吓坏了。更可怕的是，鼓声又响了起来，并且就在近旁。她跳下车，拔腿朝前面的一个草棚走去。走近一看，才知道这棚子早就荒废了，里面长满了荒草。这时，姑娘听到了歌声，那是伏都教圣歌。她毫不犹豫地朝有声音的方向走去。好了，余下部分我以后再讲吧。” “住嘴！”瓦伦蒂正听得津津有味，见莫利纳又在卖关子了，气得叫了起来。 “你这话什么意思？我饿了，总得要有人烧午饭……土豆马上就熟了。” “如果故事还没剩多少的话，一口气讲完算了。” “不行，还剩好多呢。” 瓦伦蒂整整一个下午和晚上都在看书，暂时忘记了让莫利纳继续讲故事。他很晚才睡，醒来时，又是很晚了。 “早晨好。” “你好，睡得香吗？” “香得让人难以置信。” “你书看得太多了。既然蜡烛是我的，下次得由我来决定吹熄的时间。” “我只是不敢相信我真能再看书。” “是啊，下午看书，这很好……但晚上熄灯后，你又用我的小蜡烛看了两小时的书。晚上，我们本可以继续讲《僵尸女》的故事，对吗？” “怎么看守还没来？” “他送咖啡时，你没醒，睡得很死。” “杯子哪儿去了？” “我让看守停止送早晨的咖啡了。” “瞧，你怎么能随心所欲地替我作主。我想喝咖啡，哪怕这咖啡是尿水。” “你有没有一点常识？每当你吃监狱伙食，就生病。但你用不着操心，只要我有食物，就有你吃的。今天我的律师要来探监，我妈妈说不定也会来。这意味着我们又有东西吃了。” “老实说，我的朋友，我不喜欢由人替**办生活。” “如果我出去了……谁知道你又会跟什么人同牢呢！” 莫利纳不是去见律师，而是又一次被唤进了监狱长办公室。监狱长劈头就问：“事情进展得如何了？”莫利纳说，“结果不甚理想。”监狱长呆了半晌，向莫利纳叹起苦经来：“目前我承受着各方面的压力，而且这压力直接来自共和国总统。上面想尽快听到消息，要求我再对瓦伦蒂作一番彻底的审讯。” 莫利纳寻思了一番，开口道：“请再宽限我几天时间，瓦伦蒂的身体太虚弱，经不起折磨。 如果审讯到一半，他倒毙了，事情反而会更槽。只要你再给我一个星期的时间，我保证替你探出必要的情报来。再说，我已经有了一个好主意。 " 莫利纳故意停住不往下说。监狱长再三催促，他才慢吞吞地说：“目前最好的办法是把我转到另一间牢房去，理由是我已有了赦免的可能性。这样，瓦伦蒂可能会软下来，也许会松口，因为他对我已产生了相当的感情。”莫利纳接着说： “如果瓦伦蒂知道我要被释放，他说不定会讲出些心里话来。犯人们一般都有这样的经历，当一个伙伴要走，另一个会比以往更感到孤独。” 他的一席话打消了监狱长的疑团，他同意一星期后再召见莫利纳。心细得如同女人的莫利纳当然不会空手而归。临走时，他没忘记递给监狱长一张购物单：“这是我在外面等候监狱长大人召见时写的。字写得很差，请大人多多包涵。请把所有的东西装进两只棕色的商品袋，就象我母亲往常拎的一样。” 莫利纳又一次满载而归了。 莫利纳回到牢房，用平静但带几分得意的神情对瓦伦蒂说：“喏，这是新鲜火腿，这是熟火腿。趁面包还新鲜，我来做个三明治。你想怎么吃就怎么吃。” “谢谢。”瓦伦蒂已经习惯于接受他的食物了。 “吃完烘干苹果，再喝点茶。” “这挺不错的。” “想吃就趁热扯块烤仔鸡。来，动手吧。” “莫利纳，谢谢。” “我在炉子上烧些水，以防你万一想喝些什么。茶或咖啡，随你的便。” “谢谢。莫利纳，这顿饭看上去挺诱人。可是，莫利纳……我感到难为情。” "why?" “今天早晨……我发的脾气。” "nonsense." “不懂如何接受的人……是卑鄙的小人，因为他也不想给予什么。” “真是这样想的吗？” “是的，我一直在想，问题就是这样。如果我表现得过分拘谨，那是因为你对我……大方……而我又不想强迫自己也用同样的方式来待你。” "yes?" “是的。出了这牢房，我们可能会受人压迫。但在这间牢房里，却不存在压迫。唯一使我不安的是有人待我好，却不要任何回报。我行动不自由了，因而脾气很生硬、很反常。” “别生出怪念头来。我待你好……那是我想赢得你的友谊……你的爱，这正如我想待妈妈好一样。她是个好人，从不伤害人，你也是个非常好的人，无私得很。为了一个崇高的理想，你冒了生命危险。别把脸扭过去，我使你感到难为情了吗？” “有一点儿……我能吃点面包吗？” “当然行。” “你有没有任何亲密的朋友？” “有啊，不过我的朋友只会是些象我一样的同性恋者。我们相互之间并不过分信赖，因为我们很容易受惊，我们太软弱无力了，我们永远等待着……当然，是与一个男人之间产生……诸如友谊之类的事。但那种可能很小，因为一个男人……想要的是女人。” “所有同性恋者都这样吗？” “不是，有些人有两种性爱。至于我和我的朋友，则是百分之百的女性倾向。我们是正常的妇女，与男人睡觉。” “新鲜面包味道美极了，是不是？” “唔，的确很美……可我有话要跟你说。” “我敢打赌，你要说的是《僵尸女》电影的结尾吧。” “那也是要讲的，但另外还有些事……” “发生什么事啦？” “我的律师说，事情进展得很顺利。” “我真笨，竟然没问到这一点。他对你说了些什么？” “当他们考虑要赦免某个犯人，但还没正式释放他时，就会把他转到其它囚室去。不出这个星期，他们就会把我送到新的牢房去了。” “真的？律师怎么会知道这些事？” “去办假释手续时，他们对他说的。” “好消息。……唔，你一定很高兴……” “我暂时还不想考虑这些。你该吃点鸡蛋沙拉。” “你方才说的话，使我的胃口收紧了。” “吃个烘干苹果……这容易消化。” “不，你想吃就尽管吃吧。” “我不太饿，知道吗？也许等我们结束了《僵尸女》的电影故事，肚子就会饿了。我等会儿再吃饭吧。” “好吧，等一会儿。我不知道自己是怎么回事，莫利纳，我……我现在脑子里突然乱极了。” “怎么引起的？” “不清楚，也许是你要离开了，我说不清楚。” 瓦伦蒂呆呆地躺着，不知想什么心事。过了好长时间，他才问道：“莫利纳……现在什么时候了？” “七点过了。我早听到他们送晚饭来了。” “我什么事也做不成了，看了一阵子书，却不知道究竟读了些什么。” “我记不得上回停在哪儿了？我们扯到哪儿了？” “什么，莫利纳？” “电影故事。” “噢，对了，姑娘独身一人在丛林里，又听到了鼓声。她决定冒险去响着鼓声的地方。当她走近正在唱着歌的一群伏都教新教徒时，丛林中已经越来越暗，唯一的亮光是他们点的蜡烛。祭坛旁有个玩具娃娃，脸庞酷似她的丈夫，一根针刺穿了它的心脏。周围跪满了土著男女，他们正祈祷着，不时发出古怪的叫声，表示他们内心的巨大悲哀。姑娘四处打量着，想找出巫师来。她害怕真的见到他，但又好奇地想知道他长得什么模样。鼓点敲得更疯狂了，土著人的嚎叫也越来越响。突然鼓点猛然收住，土著人停止了哀嚎。 这时从热带丛林中刮起了一股疹人的寒风，巫师出现了。只见他身披一件拖曳到地上的白色长衣，坦露着胸膛，露出了浓黑的胸毛——原来他就是男管家。这个伪君子的表情凶恶到了无以复加的地步，他伸出一只手为所有土著人祝福，另一只手则向鼓手打了一个手势，不同节奏的鼓声随之而起，这种鼓声其实是一种公开的妖术，巫医两眼看着姑娘，毫不掩饰他的淫欲。他想对她实施催眠术，姑娘把头移开，不让自己陷入他的魔力之中。但她最终没能抵住他的魔力，她的头慢慢地转了过来，与巫师面对面，她的神思恍惚起来。鼓点敲得更加疯狂了，节奏也更富于性感，姑娘开始缓慢地朝巫师立定的方向走近。所有的土著人全处于奇怪的恍惚之中，一律跪倒在地，头往后甩去，几乎要碰着地。姑娘与巫师只差一臂之远，一阵飓风穿透了棕榈树，呼地一下子吹灭了所有点着的蜡烛，时值正午的丛林里漆黑一团。巫师抱住了姑娘的细腰，双手开始朝上滑去，抚摸姑娘的乳房和脸颊，随后把她抱进了自己的草棚。 “再说，那位好心的黑人女管家看到姑娘果真乘着马车离家了，就连忙找到了男主人。她拉着他就走，谎称巫师有事叫他立即去。姑娘正要进入草棚，一见丈夫便挣脱了巫师的魔力，因为女管家不停地向她呼唤着。 “姑娘和丈夫一声不吭地乘着吉普车回到了家，丈夫显然猜出自己的妻子早已觉察了所有的秘密。姑娘为了表示自己有能力操持一切，立即安排手下人去准备晚餐，好象什么事也没发生过一样。可是等她从厨房里出来，丈夫又在酗酒了。她乞求他不要那么软弱，她说，只要他俩相亲相爱，就有力量克服所有的魔障。可是，丈夫狠命地一推，把她击倒在地上。这时，巫师来到了荒弃的旧宅，发现女管家正在照料僵尸女。他鄙夷地看了一眼自己的妻子，吆喝她快滚出去。但她不允许他再利用可怜的僵尸女来施展巫术了，她拔出了身边暗藏的匕首，准备一刀宰了他，不想反而被他夺去，心口上挨了致命的一刀。僵尸女在一旁一动也不动，但人们可以从她的眼睛里看到痛苦的表情。巫师杀死了女管家，又命令僵尸女跟他出去。他对她数落着她丈夫的毛病，说他是个地地道道的魔鬼：是她丈夫而不是他巫师将她变成一个僵尸女的，现在他又将对自己的第二位妻子重演故伎了。为此，她，一个僵尸女，应该出去用刀子杀死丈夫，杜绝他的全部邪恶。僵尸女根本不信巫师的话，但对他却无可奈何，因为她没有自己的意志。她跟着他来到了宅邸。 “僵尸女从窗外看到丈夫已经酩酊大醉了。 只见他不住地向姑娘叫唤，还一把抓住她的肩头，死命地摇她、推她，将她摔倒在地。巫师把刀塞在僵尸女的手中。丈夫还想喝酒，可酒瓶已经空了，他拼命摇晃着瓶子，想再喝上一滴酒。 巫师吩咐僵尸女走进屋里去杀死丈夫。她仍然爱着他，但命令无情，不许违背。当她走进屋里时，丈夫已醉得不能自己，丝毫没觉察她的到来。姑娘把自己锁在房里，也不再搭理他了。突然她听到丈夫的惨叫声，急忙冲出房间，只见丈夫四肢摊开，躺在沙发上正在痛苦地挣扎。巫师又变成了男管家，他进屋唤来了家里的佣人，要他们作见证人，证明他自己是清白的。 “丈夫在临咽气前，向僵尸女表白了他对她永恒不变的爱，'你今天落得如此悲惨的命运，全是由于巫师的残忍，就是这个巫师念念不忘统治全岛，想一口吞掉岛上的全部财产。'丈夫要僵尸女回到自己的房间去，一把火烧掉旧房，这样她就不会再充当别人邪恶的工具了。此时天空乌云密布，闪电将大地照得如同白昼，暴风雨要来了。丈夫用仅剩的一口气告诉围绕在身边的佣人：'你们的许多亲人都是巫师手下的牺牲品，成了僵尸。'佣人们全都怒视着巫师，巫师见势不妙，偷偷地想退出房间，溜之大吉。刹时间，飓风大作，雷电暴雨交加。巫师拔出了左抡手枪，紧追不舍的佣人们只好收住了脚步。巫师趁机想逃跑，就在这个节骨眼上，一道震耳欲聋的闪电将巫师劈倒在地，当场击毙了他。不一会儿，暴雨停了。然而谁也没注意到僵尸女己悄悄地上了路，回到了那幢旧屋。 “蒸汽船起航的船笛又拉响了。姑娘一听这熟悉的声音，赶忙胡乱地抓了一些东西塞进皮箱，拔腿去追正要离去的航船。她及时赶到了码头，水手们正在抽跳板。幸运的是，这正是上次送她来海岛的船，站在甲板上的船长一眼认出了她。姑娘走进了自己的客舱，忽听门外有人在敲门。她打开门一看，原来是英俊的船长。他问她岛上过得是否愉快？姑娘回答说'不'。船长顺便讲起了她刚来岛上时听到的鼓声，说：'这些鼓声永远预示着可怕的苦难。'姑娘对他说，也许人们将不会再听到那些鼓声了。船长叫她不要作声，他好象听到了奇异的声音。两人走上甲板，只见成百个岛民正围在码头上向姑娘告别，他们唱起了爱和感恩的颂歌。姑娘激动得浑身颤抖着，船长在一旁用手臂紧紧扶着她，这使她感到了一种安全感。她抬头眺望，远离城镇的丛林中燃起了冲天大火。姑娘死命地抓住船长，竭力止住浑身的抖颤，可是脊梁骨上仍觉得寒气逼人，她知道可怜的僵尸女一定已被烧成灰烬了。岛民们奏起了爱的乐曲，为她辞行，祝愿她有一个充满幸福的未来。故事到这里完了。喜欢吗？” "I like it very much." “啊……唉……” “为什么要叹气？” “生活艰难……” “莫利纳，怎么啦？” “我不知道，我害怕这一切，怕出狱只不过是自欺欺人的念头。然而我最怕的还是他们要拆散咱俩，把我塞进另一间牢房，去和鬼知道的家伙长久作伴……” “最好别想这些了，尤其是在我们无能为力的情况下。”瓦伦蒂说。 “我不同意你这看法，瓦伦蒂。我想我们也许有办法，至少有办法不分开。” “别把事情搞糟了。你现在只需要好好考虑一件事：离开这儿，去照顾你母亲，她的健康对你来说是至关重要的，对吗？我说，一旦你离开这儿，你就自由了，能重新与人民在一起了。只要你愿意，还可以加入某些政治团体。” “无稽之谈！你完全明白，他们永远也不会信任我这样的同性恋者。” “可是我能告诉你应该去找什么人……” “千万别这样，听到吗？永远也不要对我说有关你的同志们的事。” “为什么？谁会猜到你去找什么人？” “不行。我会被提审的，凡是我不知道的事，我就不会说出来了。” “不管怎么说，各种政治团体之间有许多不同。如果找到一个对你胃口的组织，就加入进去，即使这个组织只是高谈阔论，纸上谈兵。只要进去了，事情就会起变化。” “不，我是永远也不会变化的，”莫利纳断然地说。 “得了，得了，别哭……别这样，瞧，多少次了，我不得不听你哭泣。上帝啊……你……你一哭，就使我格外紧张。” “我控制不住……我老是那么倒楣。” “咦，他们熄灯了。”瓦伦蒂说。 “当然罗，8点30分了。这样一来倒好，你看不到我的脸了。” “莫利纳，讲起故事来时间就过得飞快。” “今晚我可睡不着觉了。” “听我说，我一定能帮助你。首先你得想法参加某个组织，别老是孤零零一个人呆着。这样做对你是有益的。” “参加组织，我告诉过你，我既不懂，也不想相信这些事。” “别这样，莫利纳。” “别……别碰我……” “怎么，男人不能碰你的背脊吗？” “这只会使我难受……瓦伦蒂，我只是想死，我厌倦了，不愿再有伤痛……现在……你止住了我的哭泣，我哭不出来了，这样更糟，我的喉咙绷得紧紧的。” “我给你按摩好吗？” “在这儿？” "yes." “这样好受些吗？” “是的，好受多了。你对我真好，瓦伦蒂。” “我觉得你真的需要我了，这样我也就能为你做些事了。” “瓦伦蒂，我也能碰碰你吗？” "Okay." “我想碰碰你眉毛上的痣……我能这样碰你吗？我抚摸你，你不会厌恶吗？” "No……" “你对我真好，真的……” “别那么说。悄悄些。” ...