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Chinese online short story 罪恶有痕 Traces of Sin (Intermediate to Advanced)
罪恶有痕 17  
“咦?没有来电啊?” “Why, there’s no call coming?”
” yí? méiyŏu láidiàn ā?”  
罗元瞬时明白了,
铃声不是自己的手机发出来的。
声音不大，听起来就在附近。		 Suddenly, Luo Yuan realized
that the ring tone did not come from his own cell phone.
The sound was not loud but felt like it came from nearby.
luó yuán shùnshí míngbai le,
língshēng bùshì zìjĭ de shŏujī fā chūlái de。
shēngyīn bùdà， tīngqilai jiù zài fùjìn。		  
可是，水库里现在应该只有罗元一个人! However, Luo Yuan was the only person left in the reservoir!
kěshì， shuĭkù lĭ xiànzài yīnggāi zhĭyŏu luó yuán yīgèrén!  
“老闻!老闻!”罗元喊了两声。
”你还没走吗?”他的声音有些发颤。		 “Lao Wen! Lao Wen!” Luo Yuan called out.
“Haven’t you left?” His voice was a bit shivered.
” lăo wén! lăo wén!” luó yuán hăn le liăng shēng。
” nĭ hái méi zŏu ma?” tā de shēngyīn yŏuxiē fāchàn。		  
无人答应，铃声也终于停止。 No one answered. The ring tone stopped.
wúrén dāying， língshēng yě zhōngyú tíngzhĭ。  
罗元紧张地四下张望。
别说人影，连个鬼影都没有!
他咽了口唾沫，
象是在拼命吞下一颗壮胆药。		 Luo Yuan looked around nervously.
No single live soul or ghost existed in sight.
He swallowed his own fear,
as if to swallow down a pill of courage.
luó yuán jĭnzhāng de sìxià zhāngwàng。
bié shuō rén yĭng， lián gè guĭ yĭng dōu méiyŏu!
tā yàn le kŏu tuòmo，
xiàng shì zài pīnmìng tūn xià yī kē zhuàng dăn yào。		  
“不会的，这里面藏不了活人。”
他正想着，铃声又响了。		 “No, it’s not possible to hide any live person here. ”
While he was thinking about it, the ring tone came again.
” bùhuì de， zhèlĭ miàn cáng bùliăo huórén。”
tā zhèng xiăng zhe， língshēng yòu xiăng le。		  
这一次，罗元冷静地竖起了耳朵。
他闭上眼，感应着声音来的方向。		 This time, Luo Yuan perched up his ears calmly.
He closed his eyes and searched for the source of the sound.
 
zhè yīcì， luó yuán lěngjìng de shùqĭ le ěrduo。
tā bìshang yăn， gănyìng zhe shēngyīn lái de fāngxiàng。		  
“是下面，地上。
一定是有人把手机掉这儿了?”
罗元略微松了口气，蹲在声音发出的地方，
用手胡乱地扒了扒沙子。
这部分土比较湿，声音就是土里发出的。		 “It comes from the ground down there.
Someone must have left his/her cell phone here?”
Luo Yuan felt a bit relief. He then squatted down
and started to dig the sand.
The sand was wet and the sound did come from under.
” shì xiàmian， dìshang。
yīdìng shì yŏurén bă shŏujī diào zhèr le?”
luó yuán lüèwēi sōng le kŏuqì， dūn zài shēngyīn fāchū de dìfang，
yòng shŏu húluàn de bā le bā shāzi。
zhè bùfen tŭ bĭjiào shī， shēngyīn jiùshì tŭ lĭ fāchū de。		  
他随手捡了根棍子,
一边用棍子扒, 一边琢磨:
这手机丢了有一段时间了吧，都被土埋上了。。。
咦? 这好像有东西，还用布袋装着。。。
咦? 不是布袋，是。。。是人的手臂!!!		 He picked up a stick and continued to dig.
He thought to himself while digging,
the cell phone must have been lost for quite a while to be buried down there…
Eh? Something is there, packed up in a fabric bag…
No, it’s not a bag, it’s… it’s a human’s arm!!!
tā suíshŏu jiăn le gēn gùnzi,
yībiān yòng gùnzi bā, yībiān zhuómó:
zhè shŏujī diū le yŏu yī duàn shíjiān le ba， dōu bèi tŭ mái shàng le。。。
yí? zhè hăoxiàng yŏu dōngxi， hái yòng bùdài zhuāng zhe。。。
yí? bùshì bùdài， shì。。。 shì rén de shŏubì!!!		  
罗元受了一惊，身子本能地向后弹起，
没站稳，又一屁股坐到了地上。		 Luo Yuan was startled and threw himself back by instinct.
He lost his balance and fell down to the ground.
luó yuán shòu le yī jīng， shēnzi běnnéng de xiànghòu tán qĭ，
méi zhànwěn， yòu yī pìgu zuò dàoliăo dìshang。