简报室里的烟雾浓得化不开

        像一层灰白色的裹尸布悬在半空

        天花板上那盏老旧的节能灯管嗡嗡作响

        光线在烟雾里晕染开

        将整个房间笼罩在一种病态的昏黄里

        苏哲坐在长桌尽头

        背挺得笔直

        像一截插进水泥地的钢筋

        桌上摆着三样东西

        左面

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