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马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 十七

马龙不安地动了动，朝窗户的方向睁开一只眼睛，又迅速闭上，含含糊糊地嘟囔了几句关于一个叫麦克白的人和谋杀睡眠的话，然后又打起盹来。

alone stirred unfortably, opened one eye the direction of the dow, shut it ickly, uttered thg herent about one nad acbeth and the urder of sleep, and dozed off aga

几分钟后，他睁开双眼，呻吟了一声，看到房间里的光线是深沉而忧郁的灰色，便伸手去拿放在旁边桌子上的手表。

a few utes ter he opened both eyes, groaned, saw that the light his roo was a deep, ncholy gray, and reached for the watch on the table beside hi

刚过四点。

jt a little past four o’clock

这时候醒来可真不是时候。

a hell of a ti to wake up

他把脸埋在胳膊里，假装只要闭着眼睛足够长时间，就会自动再次入睡，等他再次睁开眼睛的时候，就会是好几个小时以后了。

he buried his face his ar and pretended that if he kept his eyes closed long enough, he would autoatically drop off aga, and when he opened the once ore it would be hours and hours ter

但这不管用。

it didn’t work

最后他放弃了，坐起来，若有所思地挠着脸。他不明白自己为什么穿着所有衣服就睡着了。说到这个，他也不明白自己为什么在椅子上就睡着了。

at st he gave it up, sat up, and scratched his face ditatively he wondered why he had gone to sleep with all his clothes on for that atter, he wondered why he had gone to sleep the chair

而且，谁在他床上睡觉呢？某个家伙 ——

besides, who was sleepg his bed? guy—

罗斯?麦克劳林。

ross cur

现在不是早上四点，而是下午四点。

it wasn’t four the orng, it was four the afternoon

从窗户透进来的光被飘落的雪遮住了，而不是黎明的阴影。

that light fro the dow was darkened by fallg snow, not by the shadows of dawn

他试着动了动。一只胳膊和一条腿的一部分瘫痪了，可能一辈子都这样了。除此之外，他感觉很