一 早春三月,春雨霏霏。这一天是1998年3月27日,时针已指向凌晨2时50分,位于常德市武陵大道南段的黑皮餐馆还没打烊,餐馆里有一桌客人正在吃着宵夜。绰号唤作“黑皮”的餐馆老板张献忠已经感到一丝疲倦。突然一道刺目的闪电撕裂了夜空,跟着一声炸雷传来,惊醒了张老板的睡意。又是几声轰隆隆的雷声,门外的雨更大了。望着被雷声震得摇摇晃晃,忽明忽灭的电灯,一丝不祥之感涌上张老板的心头。几分钟后,对面传来嘈杂的人声,借着街灯的光亮他看到街正对面的威邦迪士高舞厅上有团团烟雾冒出,隐隐还可以看到火光 A early spring in March, spring rain started falling. This day is March 27, 1998, the hour hand has pointed to 2:50, the Wuding Avenue in Changde City, southern section of the dark leather restaurant has not been shut, there is a table in the restaurant guests are eating supper. Zhang Xianzhong, nicknamed “black skin” restaurant owner, has felt a little tired. Suddenly a sting of lightning tearing the night sky, followed by soon heard the blast, woke up Zhang drowsiness. Again thundering thunder, the rain outside the door bigger. Looking at the thunder was shaking rickety, flickering lights, a trace of ominous feeling on the mind of Zhang boss. A few minutes later, across from noisy voices, through the light of the street lights he saw the street opposite the Wendy disco high ballroom smoke lumps, faint you can see the light