还是推开了门

        沿着走廊往404走

        每走一步

        掌心的黑斑就疼一下

        像在指引方向

        口袋里的金属片也跟着发烫

        不是灼烧的热

        是温温的

        像揣了颗暖手宝

        走到404房门前

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