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中文译文
| 森林里的尸体 |  21
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| 穿越森林时，你发现树上吊着一些死人。没有后续影响。 | ||
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穿越森林时，一名弟兄朝战团喊了一声。你望过去，见他指着灌木丛后方。走到他身边，你也看清了：三具尸体吊在树上。紫胀的脸和灰白的脚在空中摇晃转动，风偶尔把它们吹得彼此相对，模样阴森。那名弟兄指出，尸体身上还挂着木牌，写明他们的罪名。一块写着‘盗贼’，一块写着‘妓女’，最后一块写着‘叛徒’。你已经看够了，便让众人继续上路。森林不给你片刻喘息，连一条小路或岔道也不肯留。林木密密层层，似乎根本不欢迎你。很快，你发现它也不曾欢迎另一个人：一具尸体被绑在荆棘丛中，双腿歪折，两臂弯曲，仿佛被人费力摆成了某种姿势。死者嘴巴张着，双眼眯成细缝，似乎还含着临死前的不甘。一名弟兄赶上来，上下打量尸体，随后点了点头。"身上干干净净，当然，荆棘划的那些不算。依我看，这人迷路迷得连野兽都找不着。就这么死了，对谁都没派上用场。"
你指了指一只蚂蚁，它正漫无目的地在死者牙齿间转悠。弟兄笑着摇头。
“你确定他自己没迷路？”
你仰望树冠，观察光束从哪些角度照进来，正借此辨认方向，一名弟兄走了过来，神情十分不安。“长官，您得来看看这个。”
你点头，让他带路。他将你领到一片空地，可那地方一点也不空。
腿。到处都是腿。有的从脚踝截断，有的从大腿截断，还有断在两者之间各处的。它们没有固定位置，也毫无排列章法，就那么四处散着。有的孤零零一条，有的扭成一团；有的用棍子撑得直立，像个会走路的笑话；还有几条似乎被扔上了树，软塌塌搭在枝头，或脚朝上倒挂着。一条腿架在烤叉上，小腿烧得焦黑，仿佛有人将它留在早已熄灭的火上，匆匆跑了。
发现这恶心景象的弟兄站到你身旁。
“没有尸体，长官，只有……腿。”
你转头看他，他只能耸肩。
"一具尸体都没找到，长官。我是说，上半截。你觉得这有什么含义吗？我是说，谁会这样干？砍掉人的腿，再把剩下的带走？"
你难以置信地摇了摇头。已经看够了，也无法回答那些问题，你赶紧催着其余弟兄离开空地，继续行军。
你在溪边停下，想洗把脸，再喝点水。然而，第一口水还没送进嘴里，一名弟兄便抓住了你的肩膀，指向上游。一个女人的尸体面朝下浮在水中，长发随着涟漪扭动，竟有几分鲜活。你向这位佣兵道谢，幸亏他让你避开了死人可能带来的疫病。树冠浓密，枝条纠缠，上方的光几乎透不下来。弟兄们向前行进，交错的阴影将他们笼罩。可再往前，你看见一道光柱照进森林。显然，早有人先看见了它。那也是那人看见的最后景象。光柱中，一个男孩背靠树干，脑袋歪垂，双手摊开，掌心朝上，沾着紫色污渍。某位弟兄走近，立即摇了摇头。
"毒浆果。可怜的孩子，一点活路都没了。"
你转向这位战团弟兄，问男孩是否走得安详。那人又摇摇头。
“不。”
一具尸体。或者说，一堆本该是尸体的东西。胸膛被剖开，灰白、松软的内脏拖得到处都是。你分不清死者是男是女，只能看出那原本应是个成年人，如今却被切成了许多小块。你想不出什么怪物能干出这种事，不过一名弟兄觉得，也可能是某个下了狠心的人干的。你发现一个女人的尸体，背靠着树。她胸口插着一把刀，那一击致命得太快，以至于她还保持着生前动作做到一半的姿态。她上方的枝头吊着另一个女人，身上穿着红衣。吊死者垂着头，仿佛正凝视自己的罪行；微风无声地吹过，悬着她的绳索却呻吟作响。你来到一处战斗遗址。尸体、护甲、武器，已经没有一样能派上用场。这里的人死于一种你不愿了解的骇人暴行。地上的足迹表明，某个庞然大物曾经过此地，身后只留下毁灭与灾难。你丝毫不想沿着脚印追过去。行进途中，你发现一名死者，背上插着几支断箭。此外还有更多贯穿伤，是凶手将完好的箭拔走后留下的。他身上带着一封情书，收信人是个女人——看样子，她早已名花有主。唉，爱情。英文原文
| Dead Bodies in Forest | 21
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| While walking in the forest you notice some dead people hanging from the trees. Has no consequences. | ||
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While marching through the forest, Randombrother calls out to the company. You look over to see him pointing somewhere beyond a line of brush. When you walk to him, you see what he sees: three bodies hanging from a tree. Their purpled faces and grey feet sway and turn, the wind sometimes forcing them to grimly face one another. Randombrother notes that they're wearing wood: signs of their crimes. 'Thief,' reads one. 'Whore' another. 'Traitor' the last. Having seen enough, you tell the men to get moving again.The forest offers no relief, no little road or sidepath for you to travel down. It is thick and unrelenting and does not seem to want you there. You soon find that it did not want someone else, either: a corpse is found tied up in a thorn bush, legs crooked, arms bent, all rather finagled to to their supposed purpose. The mouth rests agape with the eyes drawn slim in some sort of final frustration. Randombrother catches up to you, looks the body up and down, then nods."Body's clean as a whistle, aside from the thorn's work of course. I'd say that man right there was so lost no animal could find him. Just died, no use to anyone or anything."
You point at an ant mindlessly bumbling about the dead man's teeth. The brother laughs and shakes his head.
"You sure he ain't lost too?"
You stare up at the forest canopy, watching what angles the lightbeams are coming in at. While getting your bearings, Randombrother comes by looking rather distraught."Sir, you oughta come see this."
You nod and tell him to lead the way. He brings you to a clearing, though not much about it is clear.
Legs. Legs everywhere. Some severed at the ankle, some at the thigh, and everywhere else in between. They've no place, no order. They're just about, some by themselves and others all twisted up in bunches, some planted upright with sticks like they were walking jokes and a few even seem to have been thrown into the trees where they rest limply over branches or upside down by their feet. One hangs from a spit, the calf burnt black as though someone had run off, leaving it there over a fire that had long since died.
The brother that found the disgusting sight comes to stand next to you.
"No bodies, sir. Just.. legs."
You turn to look at the mercenary, but all he can do is shrug.
"We've not found a single body, sir. I mean, the top-half, anyway. Do you think it means anything? I mean, who would do that? Remove someone's legs and then take off with the rest?"
You shake your head in disbelief. Having seen enough, and having no answer for such questions, you quickly usher the rest of the men away from the clearing and get back to marching.
You stop at a creekbed to wash yourself and get something of a drink, but before you take the first sip Randombrother grabs your shoulder. He points upriver. A woman's body is face down in the water, her long hair twisting rather lively to the ripples. You thank the sellsword for saving you from any disease the dead press onto the world.The tree canopy is thick and twisting. Whatever light there is above can barely come through, braids of shadow encompassing your men as they march. But further on ahead you see a pillar of light gleaming into the forest. Naturally, someone else saw it first. And it was the last thing they saw.In that stroke of light a boy rests with his back up against a tree. His head is aloll and his hands turned up and open. Purple smudges stain his palms. Randombrother walks up and immediately shakes his head.
"Poison berries. Damned kid didn't stand a chance."
You turn to the battle brother and inquire if the boy might have gone peacefully. The man shakes his head again.
"No."
A dead body. Rather, what should be a body. The chest is open and the viscera laid out in all directions, grey and sagging and soft. You can't tell if it was a man or woman, only that it had to have been an adult cut down to much smaller sizes. What creature could have done this work is beyond you, though Randombrother suggests maybe it was the deed of a very determined man.You find the body of a woman with its back resting against a tree. There is a knife in her chest, the wound so quickly fatal that she appears to have died while in some motion of life. Above her, another woman swings from a branch. Red are her clothes. The body's head tilts forward as though to stare at her crime, and the rope that hangs her there groans to a muted wind.You come across some scene of battle. Men, armor, weapons, not a single one of them useable. The dead got that way through some sheer form of brutality you do not wish to learn. Footprints in the earth suggest something big had come through, leaving behind a wake of ruin and calamity, and no urge on your part to follow where those steps go.Marching along, you find a dead man with a few broken arrows in his back. More puncture wounds where his killer managed to retrieve his ammunition in one piece. The man was carrying a love letter, its destination a woman that had, apparently, already been spoken for. Ah, romance.