每个人都会做错事,每个人都希望得到赦免,可往往到了最后,才发现这种赦免有时永远无法从别人那里获得。【一】“这是什么鬼东西?”我看了眼那张照片,然后把它丢到桌子上,与安言的名片并排而列,“死者打算在咽气前打电话说出自己的遗言?”安言对着照片出了神。肮脏的百叶窗把阳光撕得支离破碎,照片上的那堆白骨越发显得斑驳,好像随时都可能化为灰烬。他抽动了一下嘴唇,“这个人至少死了三年,但身边的手机却是半年前刚上市的。”“没什么稀奇啊,很多人希望亲人在阴间也能用上流行商品。”“难不成你以为我去盗墓了?”他苦 Everyone will do something wrong, and every one of them hopes for pardon, and often at the end, it turns out that such pardon can never be obtained from others. 【一】 “What the hell is this?” “I looked at the picture and dropped it onto the table, standing side by side with the safe calling card.” The deceased intended to call himself before his throat The last words? “An words out of the picture of God. Dirty shutters torn the sun apart and the pile of white bones on the picture became more and more mottled, as if at any moment it could turn to ashes. He twitched his lips. ”This guy has been dead for at least three years, but his cell phone was just listed six months ago.“ ”It’s no surprise that many people want their loved ones to use popular products in the hell.“ ”Is it hard for you to think I’m going to rob a tomb?"