抚恤金

        “苏哲”

        老上司的声音从烟雾深处传来

        沙哑得像砂纸磨过生锈的铁皮

        他坐在阴影里

        只能看见一个佝偻的轮廓

        指尖夹着的烟头明明灭灭

        “这是你老乡

        ”老上司用夹烟的手点了点那堆铭牌

        “全队……就剩他一具全尸

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