我找张贯全

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我决定搬家，另找一处房。拨房东的手机，关机，我管不了那么多了，即便不退房租我也要搬。黄昏时分，我在小区附近找了家中介公司，约定明天去看房，他们的中介费也不低，看来我回去还得写一张纸条。

在一家小饭馆里吃了碗面，我犹豫了好半天，还是壮起胆子往回走去，我得收拾一下东西，要是一切顺利的话，明天下午我就能搬出这套倒霉的房子了。我掏出钥匙打开铁门时，外面的天色已经黑了，黑暗像潮水一样涨起来，也淹没了我的房间。我站在门口，屋里黑蒙蒙的，涌动着一股阴冷的气味。我的头脑中闪现出这样一幕画面，黑暗中，那个光头正坐在客厅的沙发里，我只要一开灯，就会看到他冲着我咧开嘴笑笑，他全身上下，包括他光秃秃的头上，都布满了青紫色的、蝴蝶似的尸斑。我深吸了口气，摸索着按下墙壁上的开关，黑暗顷刻间融化无踪，乳白色的灯光让客厅里的一切像冲洗照片一样显现在我眼前。我把厨房、厕所、卧室所有的灯都打开，长吁一口气，靠在沙发上，可就在这时，我听到房间里的什么地方，发出了一声轻微的“啪嗒”声，我的心脏像是被人抽了一鞭子。

我分辨出那是房门上锁的声音，而在那个方向，只有一扇门。我的呼吸渐渐粗重起来。我冲到厨房里抄起一把菜刀，一点一点地，轻手轻脚地，朝储物间那扇暗红色的木门挪过去。我握住把手，暗暗加力，仍旧是锁死的。我把耳朵贴在门上，凝神谛听，有一刻，似乎给我捕捉到了些微的响声，但我不能断定是人发出的。我退后两步，擎着菜刀，打量着这扇门，犹豫着是不是应该用暴力的方式来开启它。

就在这时，我听到锁簧清脆地响了一声。我的心脏随之一阵紧缩，仿佛被一只手攥住了一样，我急退几步，扬起菜刀，嘴唇控制不住地哆嗦着，眼睛死死盯在门锁上。就像恐怖电影的场景一样，门被一点一点地拉开了，一张脸悄然浮现在门里黑暗的背景上，那是个光头，一颗黑痣则像个黑色的小洞附着在他的嘴角边。他咧开嘴阴郁一笑，“你应该知道我是谁吧，我是张贯全。”

张贯全贩毒，也吸毒。在我来之前，他在这里租住了半年多，直到两个月前的那一天，有个叫猴子的朋友在他这儿扎了一针，然后就莫名其妙地死掉了。猝死，这是不少吸毒者走向死亡的方式。他守着那具尸体发了半宿的愁，只好跑到派出所去报案，舍卒保车，他坦白自己吸了毒。警察勘查了现场，解剖了尸体，认定不是刑事案，也就没太深挖，尸体运走，邻居们都以为死的是他。但他的走运也是有限度的，他给送到戒毒所强制性戒了两个月的毒。

其间，他给房东打电话，说他出来后还要续租，请求房东别把房子租出去，可房东怎么还敢让他住，他只好退而求其次，要求房东帮忙把他的物品归拢一下，放进那个储物间里锁好，等他过段时间回来拿。他在话语里稍稍添加了一点恐吓的意味，房东也只好答应了。他倒不在乎衣物鞋袜那些破烂。他刚购进的几百克白粉就藏在储物间天花板上他精心改造过的暗格里，为保险起见，他可不希望后面的房客走进那个房间。

从戒毒所出来后，他溜回来拿他的东西，发现房子里已经搬进了新的租客。对他来说，打开房门倒是轻而易举，他有钥匙，锁并没有更换。不过他观望了几天，一直没敢轻举妄动，他发现了一件怪事，几个神秘的陌生人经常在夜晚敲响房门，口口声声说要找他。这令他迷惑不解。难道是便衣？

他觉得其中一个男的有点面熟，尾随其后，发现那人进入了一家房屋中介公司。他这才想起，当初他的房子就是通过这家公司租到的，而这个年轻人正是负责他的业务员。这令他愈发感到疑惑，中介公司的人为什么要找自己？于是，他上前问年轻人怎么回事，年轻人先是诧异，然后笑着代表公司表达了歉意，他说这只是对那个不守信用的求租者（也就是我）的一个小小的惩罚，那些半夜敲门的人都是他的同事。他愤慨地说，我们得好好调教一下那小子，要是租房的都甩开我们直接交易，那我们干中介的还不得喝西北风去？

原来是这样。搞清楚了其中的来龙去脉，张贯全这才完全放下心，潜入房内取他的货，不想刚进门不久，我就回来了，他有些心虚就悄悄按下锁簧，没想到反倒被我发现了。就这样，我们碰上了。他让我不要多管闲事，否则，他拍了拍裤兜，阴冷地笑笑，“我这家伙也不是吃素的。”他说话时，我的菜刀一直举着，胳膊都麻了，最后我垂下手臂，乖乖地为他闪开让路，放走了他。

我战战兢兢地在这栋房子里睡了最后一晚，第二天一早跟着中介公司的人去看房，房子还不错，在犹豫了半天是不是该再搞一张纸条留给房东后，我决定还是算了。毒贩厉害，中介公司的朋友们同样也很不好惹，现在我的心脏早已脆弱不堪，我决定从今往后，对待别人都要诚恳一点，这是个不大不小的教训，我吸取了。

Introduce:1 that is an overcast and rainy is continuous afternoon, I follow a fatso to see his room, I want to rent a house. Actually I had seen that flatlet yesterday morning. The building intermediary company that I seek first, a boy that wearing blue-black business suit is ebullient I visited the region room. The satisfaction in my heart, say to think again even however on mouth, wait for him to lock up good door I two after parting company, I killed a back thrust stealthily, stick a piece of scrip that has written beforehand on door of guard against theft: House-owner hello, I should rent your house, contact me please. 13552357183. That day in the evening, I received the telephone call of landlord, such, we swung disgusting intermediary, respective province issued brushstroke intermediary to expend. This is a when I rent a house small doohickey, every time I am so dry. Landlord move is worn fat body, competent like museum announcer is same, taking me to see each rooms. We stand to the front of the wine wood door that a lock wears finally, he hesitated, take apology ground to say to me slightly: "A Xiaochu is inside this between content, because of predecessor lodger bequeath some article is put inside, locked up so. Accordingly, you may be temporary have more than is needed this store between content, I am OK nevertheless take into consideration the circumstances reduces the cash that order a house to you, do you look can you accept not? " not be what big question, it doesn't matter cannot accept, I nodded nobly. We signed the contract renting a house of half an year of portion by a definite date. But, the 3rd day after I am moved night, I begin to feel a kind of barpque atmosphere diffuses in this house all around. That is the oppressive sense that not a kind of mystery, definite stuff place brings, it is not to originate the house is in-house, come from however at a few strange stranger. The first person beat my door noisy in the evening that day namely. Broadcast of the news on TV screen is having familiar air in achieve at that time, I was heard knock sound, a bit strange, not be we knock normally the sort of compact, the Da Da Da of rich life, however rhythm is inflexible the Da of —— of Da —— Da of arrearage. I open the door, those who stand in the doorway is a man that does not reach 30 years old. He wore a white shirt, flat lap is loose in that way like pupil break down break down the ground hangs down outer limit, I see adult has what wear white shirt so rarely. The sound in corridor accuses the lamp to shine in him inclined rear, the light of dark yellow is called after one's death from him, make his face appears of black, resembling is was scorched by fire like. His mouth Lie is worn, a caky eccentric smile on the face. "Who do you look for? " in my face corridor stealthily shoot a glance at, ask with one's eyes open. His cracked grave, "I look for Zhang Guanquan. " " who? " "