咔哒一声,教室的门被轻轻推开.
Click. The classroom door creaked open.
林墨下意识地转头,看见一个身影站在门口.
Lin Mo instinctively turned and saw a figure standing at the threshold.
那是个女人,大概二十七八岁,长发扎着马尾,穿着和他一样的制服.
It was a woman, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with her long hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing the same uniform as his.
她的神情冷静,目光警觉,手里拿着一支粗黑的中性笔和一叠白纸.
Her expression was calm but alert, holding a thick black pen and a stack of white paper in her hands.
她看了林墨一眼,抬手迅速写下一行字.
She glanced at Lin Mo and quickly wrote something down.
"你也刚醒?"
"Did you just wake up too?"
林墨迟疑了几秒,轻轻点头.
Lin Mo hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
女人微微一笑,又写下一句:
The woman gave a faint smile and scribbled again:
"我叫苏槐."
"My name is Su Huai."
林墨没有回应,只是在地上捡起一块粉笔,走到黑板前.
Lin Mo didn't respond. He bent down, picked up a piece of chalk, and walked to the blackboard.
他写下了自己的名字:林墨.
He wrote his name: Lin Mo.
苏槐看着黑板,表情一瞬间有些古怪,像是压抑住了某种情绪.
Su Huai looked at the blackboard. Her expression flickered—almost as if suppressing something.
她没说什么,只是抬头盯着他看了几秒,随后低头重新整理手中的纸张.
She said nothing, merely stared at him for a few seconds before tidying the papers in her hand.
教室的空气,开始变得越来越沉重.
The air in the classroom grew increasingly heavy.
[幻听广播 · 记忆碎片]忽然,天花板的广播喇叭"滋滋"响了一声,紧接着传来一段模糊失真的男声.
Suddenly, the ceiling speaker buzzed, followed by a distorted male voice.
"...她根本不爱你,一直都是假装的."
"...She never loved you. It was all an act."
林墨身体一僵,那声音...并不是他听过的.
Lin Mo froze. That voice—it wasn't familiar.
但却莫名让他感到胸口发紧,像是戳中了什么深处的记忆.
But it made his chest tighten, as if poking at a long-buried memory.
广播继续:"他把你推出去,只是想保住自己."
The broadcast continued: "He pushed you forward just to save himself."
苏槐的脸色变了,眼神一瞬间凌厉起来.
Su Huai's expression shifted, her eyes turning sharp in an instant.
林墨也下意识看向她,却发现对方已经写下了一行话递过来:
Lin Mo instinctively looked at her, only to see she had already written something and passed it over:
"这些话...像是我们的记忆."
"These things… sound like our memories."
她抬起头,低声比了个"噤声"的手势.
She looked up and motioned for silence with her fingers.
广播仍在继续,一段又一段,像一把刀,一刀刀剖开人的心.
The broadcast continued, one message after another, each like a blade slicing into their minds.
"你杀了她,却一直假装什么都不知道."
"You killed her, but pretended you knew nothing."
"她求你不要离开...你却连头也没回."
"She begged you not to leave... but you didn't even look back."
林墨的喉咙微动,却死死咬紧嘴唇.
Lin Mo's throat moved, but he clenched his lips shut.
苏槐迅速在纸上写了一句话,大力递给他:
Su Huai quickly wrote a note and handed it over forcefully:
"无论听见什么,都别开口."
"No matter what you hear—do not speak."