第九章 托辞别离

赵恒缩着脖子往里走，巷子口那盏昏黄的路灯勉强照亮脚下几步远的地方，再往深了，就彻底黑了。他咽了口唾沫，冰凉的液体顺着喉咙滑下去，只觉得腹中更空了。今儿个起得忒早，昨夜在李相府喝的那两杯酒还没完全醒，脑袋晕乎乎的，偏偏又碰上这鬼天气。 昨儿个李相府那顿酒，说是叙旧，其实明眼人都知道是敲打。李相，就是李林甫，这个表面上温文尔雅的相爷，背地里什么主意没想过？赵恒自认不是个傻子，这点分寸还是拎得清的。可这酒喝得，真真儿是醉了，醉得连自己都觉得自己是不是掺和了什么不该掺和的事儿。 巷子深处传来几声犬吠，尖利得像针，扎得赵恒心里一哆嗦。他加快了脚步，只想赶紧离开这让人心里发毛的地方。 abdominal cramps started to creep up his abdomen, making his pace falter. He cursed under his breath, blaming the damn wine for everything. "Damn it," he muttered, clutching his stomach. "This is what happens when you drink too much." He reached a small gap in the wall, large enough for a person to squeeze through. It was dark and damp inside, with the smell of mold and decay. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed through. The narrow passage led to an alley that was even darker than the one he had just left. It was here that he noticed it. A small, flickering light at the end of the alley. Curious, he stepped closer.