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惊蛰夜晚，张起灵带吴邪骑摩托车呜呜嘟嘟地兜风。
Bookmarked by AReaderKeenOnDMBJ (WhatAboutSpirit)
16 Apr 2026
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This moving short work just talked how Zhang took Wu out to celebrate his birthday.
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【瓶邪】再见雨村（十年之约变百年之约if，h/c向） by Zen_White
Fandoms: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei
13 Apr 2026
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十年之约因意外变成百年之约。
吴邪还是来赴约了。但在接出张起灵后，吴邪的第一件事是给自己安乐死。一个哥狗心境对调的故事。
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16 Apr 2026
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The work has a unique setting and I wondered how the protagonist could fight against the aging. in fact, he didn't.
我道：“你眼前的这个我，不仅仅身体是假的，记忆也全都是拼凑的。
“2086年，吴邪在山西一处山洞里自杀失败，随后失忆，直到公司的人找到他，用他过往的笔记编成了记忆并植入大脑——然后就是你看到的我。那一年，吴邪就已经死了。
“人们不是都说，一个人是由肉体和他的过去组成的，但我这两样都是假的。我的身体是人造的，我的记忆是合成的，连我现在寿命也是我不应得的。我早就该死了，你面前的这个人根本就不是‘吴邪’，你要什么时候才能明——”
“吴邪！”
闷油瓶打断了我。罕见的，带着怒意。他的眼睛有点红，竟然有点像气急败坏。
“你想让我闭嘴？”我笑，“我本来也不想说的，我本来想把这些话都烂在肚子里直到我死。这些日子，每一晚上，我都能梦见吴邪。他质问我，我这样一个从头到脚虚假的人，我这样一个杀死吴邪的真正凶手，怎么好意思厚着脸皮，就这样心安理得地和你住在雨村，甚至每晚睡你半边床铺。吴邪一辈子梦想奢望的事情，我却轻轻松松得到了。他一定很恨我吧，才每天晚上都在我梦里声嘶力竭。你真该看看他那副模样，你是会恐惧他呢，还是会恨我害他至此呢——”
“一开始，我每时每刻都在想这个问题，在想要不要告诉你，要不要坦白，哪怕结果是我再也不能晚上敲你的房门。但我又想，吴邪为了接你，崖也跳了汪家也灭了，到头来却在山洞里吸蛇毒了却残生直到死去，对比得我和你在雨村，在同一间房却还赖着活下去更卑鄙、更小人。”
“感谢苍天。”我闭上眼睛，不去看闷油瓶，“某天我发现自己耳朵后面有血。很快我确定了自己的大脑出了问题，在你进山的时候，我做了次检查。结果如你所说，我命不久矣。”
“小哥——如果你还允许我这么叫的话，你能想象我当时的心情吗？我没有一丝畏惧，有的只是释然。我突然对我拥有的一切感到心安理得，死刑犯行刑前最后一段时间都会得到很好的待遇，那么我在临死前享受这一切，不是很正常吗？我不用再每天煎熬，每天拷问自己。如果这一切平静幸福能够维持到我死的那一天，我想不到我还有什么所求。从我知道自己快死了的那一天开始，吴邪都变得很少在梦里吼我的。我们相对而坐，我想他是在等我下地狱。而我竟然很期待。”
“我不期待。”闷油瓶的声音响起，带着轻微的沙哑。
我张开眼，没听清：“什么？”
“我不想你死。”闷油瓶声音压得很低。
张起灵也学会自欺欺人了吗？我有些震惊，竟然抱着一个假吴邪不放手？如果吴邪在这里，说不定会很开心。
闷油瓶却好像知道我的想法一样，说道：“我也曾经失忆过。那时候，你觉得我不是我了吗？”
我果断摇头：“这不一样，小哥。你是意外失忆。”
“你说你不是吴邪，你又怎么知道他怎么想的。”张起灵用一种淡淡的语气说，“原来他是这么认为的，我失忆了，就不是我了。”
“……”我哑然，“你这是冤枉吴邪了。”
“你怎么知道我冤枉他了？你又不是他。”
来这套是吧？子非鱼安知鱼之乐？
我气笑了：“我告诉你我为什么知道，因为我读了他所有的笔记，我知道他所有的经历，我知道他是对你抱有怎样的感情。他每天在我梦里吵我，翻来覆去就是为了你的事情……你说我怎么知道他是怎么想的？”
“吴邪，除了自己，没有一个人会清楚别人心里的想法。”闷油瓶看我，眼神里分明在说：承认吧，你就是吴邪。
“你这是在自欺欺人。”我说。但我忽然从闷油瓶的眼神里读到了恳求。
张起灵也会恳求吗？他在恳求什么呢？我对这个眼神感到熟悉，忽然间我想起，在梦境里，吴邪也是这样看我的。我一直以为吴邪在恳求我去死。但此刻，闷油瓶用这个眼神恳求我活下去。一切都颠倒了，我头晕目眩。
我直起身子，看向床头的镜子，毫不意外地发现自己的眼神和他们是一样的。
我又在恳求什么？我曾经以为自己想的已经够清楚了：我恳求在死之前，和闷油瓶再度过一段平静的雨村时光。但这究竟是谁的想法？我已经搞不清楚了。没有吴邪的记忆，我和张起灵没有任何交集，但我又为什么对他如此留恋，他又为什么会对我露出这样的神情？
我发现自己要死了的时候，为什么吴邪会用恳求的眼神看着我？
我看着镜子里的脸，逐渐和梦里的吴邪重合在一起。
我恍然大悟。
原来你的恳求是这样的意思吗？亏我真的以为你在恳求我去死。
原来你也不忍心，不忍心把他一个人落在这个世界上。
“吴邪。”不知道什么时候，闷油瓶靠得很进，他的眼睫在颤动，仿佛在忍耐情绪，“别把我留在这里。我和这个世界的联系，只有你了。”
我叹气，无论是我还是吴邪，都没有办法拒绝眼前的这个人。怎么忍心。我把他的前半生来来回回反反复复看了那么多遍，这样的一个人，我没有办法控制自己不心疼。
我正要开口，却在下一刻戛然而止。
一个轻轻的吻落在我额头上。凉凉的，但是意外的软。
我曾经以为，石头一样的人，亲吻也会是石头一样的。但张起灵不是石头，我前所未有地感受到了这一点。
太震惊了，我下意识抬头，想看看他是不是不小心碰到了，没想到下一刻，唇上传来了柔软的触感，和刚刚在额头上的一模一样。然后，有温暖的液体落在我脸上。一滴、两滴。
我呆住了，时间在这一刻被拉的无限长，我愣愣地睁着眼，清晰地看见闷油瓶闭上眼睛，感觉他贴得更紧了。
我的心脏要爆炸了。
我努力把自己的大脑放空，但视线被闷油瓶的眉眼完全侵占。
……心跳的更快了。
终于我记起来闭眼，触感却变得更加明显，一瞬间四肢百骸都仿佛失灵，完全动不了。
这是一个很单纯的唇面相贴。我突然想起来这些年看的新闻，短短一百年里，无数的物种消失了。此刻，我们就像两只濒临灭绝的珍稀动物，全世界只剩下我们两个同类，在消融的冰川里仅存的浮冰上紧紧挨着。
……因为这个世界上只剩下这样一方窄窄的四方天地，可以让我们落足。
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越南西贡，2012年“冬”。关根在幻境中见到十六岁的张起灵。
纹身针刺入皮肤，他的鲜血渗出来，关根闻到了饥饿的味道，从此再也吃不下别的东西。他要吃掉这个人。
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失忆瓶X沙海邪，蛋糕瓶X叉子邪
试着填一段《沙海1》引子中的坑：关根在台湾失踪后，到南洋寻找“黎簇一号”（可读取费洛蒙的人）时，遇见失忆阿坤的故事。
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糕叉设定+悬疑推理，主吴邪视角，少量哥视角。
纯属又一个千字🚗写成的中篇，非典型糕叉，非典型HE，有原创配角，终极有私设，介意慎入。Series
- Part 1 of 写在身体上
Bookmarked by AReaderKeenOnDMBJ (WhatAboutSpirit)
16 Apr 2026
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Wu met A'Kun, a man similar to Zhang while he planned to fight for Zhang who was supposed to be in the bronze gate of ChangBai Mountain.
So he intentionally approached Zhang, hiring him to find his distant relative. Wu wanted the girl to help his plan, because people of their blood seemed to have an extraordinary smelling ability especially sensing pheromone.
Meanwhile, A'Kun seemed to be impressed by the name of WuXie and enquired more about WuXie. But after having sex, WuXie could not treat A'Kun as the Zhang's stand any more, regretted connecting with A'Kun who he could not sense any differences, and therefore refused A'Kun's further approach.
The girl agreed with the prerequisites of Wu fulfilling her three tasks. So Wu had to deal with two ruffians harassing her mother and classmates with the approach of A'Kun.
The third task was to find the girl's missing friend who required them to search an abandoned plant where A'Kun, Wu and the girl were captured by a group of mob.
It seemed someone knew about WuXie and the girl's ability and also wanted people of extraordinary smelling ability. They experimented on WuXie with their pheromone, but WuXie managed to take the boss by force, repel the mobs and rescue others.
Wu finally found the target's dead body in the water and Zhang helped the rundown Wu home.
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他被困在那场雨中 被雨水浸透了 浸透了
他愿留在那场火中 被烈火烬透了 烬透了Bookmarked by AReaderKeenOnDMBJ (WhatAboutSpirit)
15 Apr 2026
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他的前半生被那场雨浸润了太久，遍身生锈，内里被侵蚀得坑洼，现在吴邪那一把火燃在他的身上，自天而来的根火，淬得他的骨比最坚韧的钢还要纯。
他偶尔午夜梦回，想到那个在站台的醉鬼未必是在胡说，是变天了，是引火烧身了。而他躺在床上时心脏的那阵剧烈鼓动也未必是心悸。雨也好，火也罢，空洞之物总是要被侵透的。
在一切结束后，在吴邪走之前，黎簇站在他的背后问道 :“你觉得我有拯救到你吗？”
吴邪并未回头，只是停下脚步反问道: “你觉得你还在雨中吗。”天又开始飘细雨，两人的视线都有些迷蒙。
而现在你我都身陷雨中了。
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beat journalism by dustorange
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
21 Jan 2020
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Perry says, “Is he into journalism?”
Clark says, “God, Chief. I’ve never met a kid who cared more about helping people who don’t have a voice. Not ever.”
After Bruce fires him, Dick becomes a reporter.
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“Dick’s staying with me for a while. He wanted to tag along. See how a newspaper’s run.”
“Yeah?” Perry clicks his teeth and gives Dick a curt up-down.
“Yeah,” says Dick. “I love...newspapers. Carrying the banner. Good stuff.”
Perry’s got glassy hazel eyes and slit sow-thistle eyebrows, and something about his gaze needles where it meets Dick’s, like it doesn’t see many people stare back. To Clark, he says, “He into journalism?”
The honest answer is no. It’s been a bad experience after bad experience after bad experience: the custody battle coverage, the crime scene photos they had no right to print, the ellipses Vicki Vale uses to buckle words together. If he would have asked Dick, his answer would have been no. Perry, though, with his gruff New Yorker beat and his skimming glances, asks Clark.
Clark says, “God, Chief. I’ve never met a kid who cares more about helping people that don’t have a voice. Not ever.”
Dick goes still.Dick says, “Didn’t you get pushed in the harbor this morning?”
She lifts her dark eyebrows. “Wasn’t my idea. My source thought he saw his boss coming up. I’d rather get wet than get shot. You know how it is.”
Dick does. He finally sinks into a chair.
“You know how it is,” Lois repeats, eagerly, like she senses that she said something right, “which is why I think this would be—be good for you.”
Expectantly, she turns to Clark, who nods brightly.
Clark says, “You shouldn’t be giving away free labor.”
"I need you," Lois says, exhaling deeply, fingers at her temples, "to stop being a communist for five seconds, Clark. Five. Can you do that. God. 'Free labor' is what an internship is all about."“It’s—listen. The Planet has a gap year program for interns. Separate from the college ones. You graduated from high school, yeah?”
“Yeah. Last year. Last May.”
“Then this is the best opportunity in the world.” Lois’s mouth twists, eyes flickering. “I would’ve killed for this when I was your age.”
"I'm not," Dick says, softly, "like you. I'm not. I don't—" he lets out a frustrated breath, leans closer like it will make her understand, tries to put it nicely. "I don't want an internship. I don't want to be—writing articles in an, in an office for the rest of my life. I want to, no offense, I want to help people. That's all I want. All I—ever wanted to do."
"You want to help people."
Dick lifts his hands helplessly. "Yes."
"You want to help people, you want to do something that matters in a world full of people like him." A hand-flick at Clark. Voice rough as coal. Fervid eyes. “Yeah? You want to? This is how you do it, this is how you fix things. This is how you help people. What the hell do you think I—what do you think anyone does this for? The money?God. You’re just like me. You are.”
Dick's knees are shaking.
"I get pushed," she says, without a tremor, "into the harbor. I get kidnapped. I get shot at. I'm here, in this building, until two AM every night, because the rest of the time—during the day—I'm outthere, and I'm finding the truth, and I'm doing something about it. Okay? I'm doing something. Maybe you don't get that. You don't know me. You don't know ten things about me. Fine. Look at your—whatever he is to you. You think Superman did this for kicks? He didn't. He better not have. Because it's serious. It is, and it keeps you up at night, and it's dying, and the pay is pennies, and people hate your guts for it, but it's important. It's important. You want t—fine, okay, you want to help people. So do this. I'm telling you because I know you know the risks, I know you've lived them, 'Red,' and I know that you can take it: So do this. Do this."
Dick knows what it is like to be burned, Firefly once burnt him so bad his skin peeled like an orange, like paper, like a page from a book, and he saw the things that were beneath his skin, wax-colored and vermilion and glinting, and he never wanted to see it again, but now it feels like Lois has peeled all his skin away anyway, just left him bare and open and seen. Dick knows what it is like to be burned but he has never felt so scathed.
"Saving the world all on your own," Dick says, thickly, to try and bury the feeling in his chest like maybe this is what he was—like this is what he was waiting for. “Isn’t that a little self-important?”
“Well, that’s the thing about me,” says Lois, soft-eyed, and Dick knows that she knows that she’s got him by the way she grins. “I really am that important.”