故事大全 - 致命雕塑

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他把其中的一面墙上的凸处按了一下，旁边打开一个暗门。冷风倒灌进去，呼呼作响。暗门的下面是蜿蜒向下的楼梯，长得看不到尽头，犹如通往地狱的道路。

“请跟我走。”胡家星手里拿着个手电。

我们在这条伸手不见五指的隧道中穿行了很久，时间也离我渐渐远去。我走了一分钟，也可能是走了一年。

隧道的尽头是个巨大的地洞，胡家星用打火机点亮了地洞岩壁上的一盏造型很古雅别致的灯。

这盏灯点着的同时，烛火自动飞了出去，点燃了其他的灯。就这样一个接一个，不长时间，地洞就恢复了往日的面目。

“这……这些不是兵马俑吗？怎么会在这里？”

我的眼前站着一队威风凛凛的陶制士兵，真人大小，手拿青铜武器，显得庄严肃穆。我以为兵马俑只有在秦始皇陵墓里才有，怎么这里也存在？

“你说得对，这些确实是兵马俑。秦始皇的兵马俑就是我的祖先所造！”胡家星一字一顿地说。

“那这里是……”

“这里就是当年制作兵马俑的地下作坊！”他再次向我抛出重磅炸弹，轰炸着我的认知和心灵。

他继续说：“这地方世世代代都是我们家的土地，而地洞的秘密关乎我们家族的兴衰，所以我们家的历代子孙都守护在这里。清朝末年，外族侵略。我的曾祖父为了保护这里，就在地洞的上面建了这座宅院。”

“你为什么要告诉我这些事情？”

“你不是很好奇吗？我只是满足你生前最后的愿望而已。现在，就让我给你看看当年我的祖先是如何制造这些兵马俑的吧！这么完美的技艺，没有人欣赏岂不是可惜。”

说着，他从角落里拖出一个人，那人的嘴上被布勒着，叫不出声。但我认识她，是彭铃！

“你要干什么？你别乱来啊！”我朝胡家星冲了上去，但是被他一脚就踢翻了。他的力气好大！我全身的骨头都像断了一样，连坐起来都难。我实在没想到这个文弱的雕刻家居然是个深藏不露的武术好手！

“郑先生，你干吗那么冲动？她只不过是个无知的女人而已。你看清楚！”胡家星从身上拿出一个长颈古瓶。在他拔开塞子的同时，我闻到一股熟悉的香味，和在他家里闻到的那种味道完全相同。而彭铃闻到后两眼翻白，头一歪，失去了知觉。

“这种香味是一种名叫紫铃箩的花发出来的。这种花浑身巨毒，并且它的花香具有强烈的致幻作用，人闻了以后就会昏昏欲睡，并且产生幻觉。”胡家星说。

然后他把彭铃放在一个石台上，用金针刺入她很多穴位。不一会儿就在彭铃的身上出现了效果：她的脸变成了血红色，而四肢却变成了灰白色。

胡家星拿起一把锋利的薄刃刀朝脖子上一划，鲜血就从动脉喷了出来。而她的脖子旁边有个石槽，血就顺着槽流入一个装满石灰的盆子中。他又从台子下面拿出很多奇形怪状的匕首出来，在我面前重现了古代的千刀万剐之刑。我在一旁狂吐不止，随即就昏了过去……

等到我醒过来的时候，彭铃身上的肉已经不知所踪，只留下整副骨骼和满地飞溅出来的鲜血。

“你这个杀人狂衣冠禽兽！”我大吼了一声，咳嗽了几下，吐出了血。

胡家星跟没听到一样，动作麻利地把已经变成肉色的石灰敷在骨头上，几个小时过去了，一个由石灰做成的彭铃出现在我的眼前。它和彭铃是那么的相似，它躺在那里，好像随时要睁开眼睛。

“好了，只要再把这个在窑里烧一下就完成了，而彭小姐的灵魂就永远留在了雕塑里面。那么，现在该轮到郑先生你了！”他把手套扔在地上，朝我走了过来。

当我闭上眼睛准备等死时，一个人影挡在了我面前，是保姆阿芳。她尖叫着：“你这个嗜血如命的野兽，你怎么又干出这种事情来！你到底要杀多少人才开心？”

胡家星上去就给了她个耳光，叱喝道：“给我滚开！别以为我不杀你，你就有资格干涉我？”

阿芳发疯似的抱住他的腿，哭着央求说：“我求你了，你别再杀人了！你知道吗，自从那次把赵建国做成雕塑后，我几乎每天晚上都在做噩梦，我好怕！求你别再杀人了！我只想和你平淡地过这辈子……”

胡家星冷笑一声：“你会喜欢我？我知道你心里恨透我了。滚开，再不滚开就别怪我不客气了！”

阿芳仍然抱着他不放。

胡家星眼中凶光一闪，一根铁钉粗细的针就刺入了她的天灵盖。阿芳倒在地上，瘫软下去。就在这时，一根木棒狠狠地击中了胡家星的脑袋。

拿木棒的人居然是那个疯女人！

她又朝胡家星的脑袋上打了几棍，直到确认他已经没气了才停下，气喘吁吁地说：“我终于报仇了！”

“你……”我对于突变几乎麻木了，即使她在我面前变成雕塑都无所谓。

“我丈夫两年前进到这个宅子里后就再也没出来过，我怀疑他被害死在这里。所以我就扮成保姆到他家来查探。为了知道丈夫失踪的真相，我成了胡家星的玩物。可是当我无意中撞到胡家星制作雕塑的秘密后，他就把我关了起来。我就将计就计，装疯！不知道为什么，胡家星并没有杀我，所以我一直在等机会。”她舔了舔干燥的嘴唇，“你们来了以后，我看见了你，就知道让这个藏在阴影里的恶魔暴露在阳光下的机会来了。所以我就把你引到了这个房间，让你知道事情的真相！”

她把我拉起来，说：“外面雨停了。走，咱们离开这个魔窟吧，不要让自己成为历史！”我激动地点了点头……

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不知过了多久，胡家星站起来揉了揉自己的头，一边自言自语：“这个胡家星的头骨真是脆弱，不过是几棒子就碎了。看来还是要找个更好的啊！”

“对了，你们认为那个郑明辉的头骨怎么样？”

“胡家星”回头看了看后面的那群兵马俑，脸上出现了个奇怪的笑容。

那些沉默的雕像抬着头，微阖的眼中射出精光，嘴角都微微向上翘动了一下……

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