明天的消息

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“请帮帮我。明天，九月二十六日，傍晚六点，在铁桥那里。如果没人来，我就走。然后我就再也不会回来了。”

“Please help me. Tomorrow, on the twenty-sixth of September, at six in the evening, at the iron bridge. If nobody comes, I’m leaving. And then I’m never coming back.”

这是我在这部“新”的旧手机上听到的第一条消息。而今天是九月二十五日。

That was the first message I heard on my new old phone. And today is the twenty-fifth of September.

我叫内勒，今年三十一岁，在莱比锡的一家小修理店里修自行车。我自己的手机上周掉进了一桶油里。因为我没多少钱，所以周四下午我去了运河边的跳蚤市场。

My name is Nele, I’m thirty-one and I repair bicycles in a small workshop in Leipzig. Last week my own phone fell into a bucket of oil. Because I don’t have much money, I went to the flea market by the canal on Thursday afternoon.

在旧灯、唱片和咖啡杯之间，我发现了一张卖电子产品的桌子。桌后坐着一位老人，说话非常慢。他穿着一件灰色外套，尽管当时阳光明媚。

Between old lamps, records and coffee cups I found a table of electronics. Behind it sat an old man who spoke very slowly. He was wearing a grey coat, even though the sun was shining.

“二十欧元，”他说着，指了指一部银色的手机，“它能用。它以前是我家人的。”

“Twenty euros,” he said, pointing at a silver phone. “It works. It belonged to my family.”

我没多想。回到家后，我把手机连上充电线，一小时后屏幕亮了。没有密码。没有照片，没有联系人。有人几乎删掉了一切。几乎一切。

I didn’t think about it for long. At home I plugged the phone into the charger, and after an hour the screen lit up. No password. No photos, no contacts. Someone had deleted almost everything. Almost everything.

语音信箱里还有一条唯一的语音留言。那是一个年轻女子的声音。她说话声音很小，很快，好像附近有人，而那个人不该听到一样。背景里我听到了火车的响声。

There was still one single voice message in the mailbox. The voice belonged to a young woman. She spoke quietly, quickly, as if someone was nearby who mustn’t hear her. In the background I heard a train.

我把这条消息听了五遍。然后我看了看它被保存的日期。那一刻，我感到一阵寒意。

I listened to the message five times. Then I looked at the date it had been saved. And at that moment I went cold.

这条消息并不新鲜。它是十一年前录下的，九月二十五日。正好是今天，只是早了十一年。

The message wasn’t new. It had been recorded eleven years ago, on the twenty-fifth of September. Exactly today, only eleven years earlier.

我告诉自己，这没什么意义。那个女人当时说了“明天”，而那个明天早就过去了。可能一切都有个好结果。她大概找到了一个愿意来的人。

I told myself that it meant nothing. Back then the woman said “tomorrow”, and that tomorrow was long gone. Probably everything turned out fine. Probably she found someone who came.

但有些事让我不安。这条消息从来没被打开过。在它旁边，那个代表“新消息”的小蓝点依然亮着。没人听过它。十一年来没人听过。只有我。

But something bothered me. The message had never been opened. Next to it the little blue dot that means “new” was still glowing. Nobody had heard it. For eleven years, nobody. Only me.

我把手机放在厨房桌子上，在房间里走来走去。我的室友卡特琳回到家，奇怪地看着我。

I put the phone on the kitchen table and paced up and down the room. My flatmate Katrin came home and gave me a strange look.

“你看上去就像见了鬼一样，”她说。

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said.