灵堂是在小雨中匆忙搭建的，似乎因为人手不够，整个灵堂布置得就如一套穿在死人身上皱巴巴的寿服。冷冰冰的水晶棺、堆放在角落里良莠不齐的鲜花，以及随意摆放布满污垢的桌椅，都让作为死者好友的我心情烦躁。我坐在一个不太引人注目的角落里，抽着烟，看着好友的遗照默默发呆，很难想象，一个身体健康的人会突然死于心肌梗塞。
哀乐一遍又一遍地回荡在灵堂，好像是死者在歌唱。人们小声地交谈，谈论的内容大多是在回忆死者的生前往事。
正在我心情极度烦闷的时候，一个穿着黑色西装神情古怪的男子坐到了我的旁边。他显得很紧张，仿佛做了错事似的不停地挠头，微微颤抖的手老是将桌上的茶杯端起又放下，我诧异地看了他半天，可他却完全没有注意到一旁的我。
他从口袋中掏出一张已有些发黄的照片，一会儿看看手中的照片，一会儿看看死者的遗照，嘴里还念念有词，不过声音很小，不知道他在说些什么。
我瞥了一眼男子手中的照片，那是一张书本大小的黑白集体照，四五十个人密密麻麻地挤在一排大树的前面，树很高很大，人像却显得很小，照片上，站在前排的二十几个人的头像都用红笔画上了一个叉。
片刻之后，男子将照片放在桌上，从衣服里摸出一只笔又在一个头像上画了起来，而那个头像，我十分肯定，正是躺在水晶棺里我朋友年轻时候的样子。
“你到底在这里干什么，”我满脸疑惑地问，“三更半夜在这里诅咒死人？！”
“说了你也不会相信，”男子一边在照片上画叉一边对我说，“从来没有人能够逃脱，凡是在这张照片内的人，都会死。”
“什么！？”我惊讶得叫出声来。
他似乎早就预料到了我的表情，继续说道：“这张照片拍摄于20年前四月八号的一个傍晚，是高中同学一起郊游时拍摄的，但不知为什么，从第二年起，每年的四月八号，照片里都会有一个人死去，而且死亡的顺序就是大家拍照时所占的位置，20年过去了，加上今天的这个，这张照片里几乎一半的人都已经死亡。”
“居然会有这种匪夷所思的照片，他们都知道吗？”
“只有我一个人有这张照片，一开始我就知道这照片有问题，所以并没有冲洗出来分发给他们，与其让他们知道真相终日提心吊胆，不如让他们快快乐乐地活着，过一天是一天。”
“也有可能是巧合。”我半信半疑，“你应该也在相片上吧。”
“最后一排最后一个就是我。”男子将照片递给我。
我拿起照片仔细地打量了一番，说道：“你的样子的确很诡异，怎么说呢，好像是硬贴在上面似的，不过即便每年都会按照顺序死一个，你也不用担心嘛。你可是排在最后一个的，就是轮到你也还需要将近25年左右。”
男子无奈地摇摇头，沮丧地说：“我担心的不是这个，虽然我是最后一个，但你不知道，那晚拍摄这张照片的人正是我……”
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quite conspicuous corner, smoking cigarette, the involuntary discharge of urine that looks at a good friend is illuminated syare blankly silently, imagine very hard, a healthy person can die suddenly at miocardial infarction. Over and over resound is in dirge mourning hall, seeming is the dead is singing. People chats in a low voice, talking content is mostly go to before one's death in what recollect the dead thing. my mood is exceeding be worried when, the man with strange expression of business suit of black of a dress sits to the side of my. He appears very nervous, as if did a fault keep scratching one's head like
the thing, the hand that trembles slightly often will be put down again since the teacup end on the desk, I saw him questioningly a long time, but he did not notice completely however aside I. He draws out a piece of picture that already some of hair fizzles out from inside the pocket, see the picture in the hand a little while, the involuntary discharge of urine that sees the dead a little while is illuminated, mumble is returned in the mouth, voice is very small nevertheless, do not know what he is saying. My shoot a glance at the photograph in hand of a man, the black and white collective that is size of a piece of book then is illuminated, thickly dotted ground pushs 449 people in front of of a large tree, the tree is very tall very big, figure appears very small however, on the photograph, the head portrait of two people that stand in in front of used red strokes to go up a fork. After moment, the man puts the picture on the desk, feel a pen to resemble going up in one build again from the dress drew, and that head portrait, I am very affirmative, lie in crystal coffin just about my friend is young the appearance of moment. "What do you do here after all, " I ask questioningly all over the face, "3 more curse a the dead here in the middle of the night? ! " " said
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