月光透过窗子照在勃朗宁手枪上,在格里特脸上映出惨白的金属光泽,使他原本笼罩在阴影下的五官也变得依稀可见。院子里的木门被大风吹得“吱吱”作响,格里特看着黑洞洞的枪口,“明天就要结果那老家伙的命”,他想。然后,他把枪平放在抽屉里,锁上,听到清脆的“咔嚓”一声,才起身去睡觉。 The moonlight shines through the window on the Browning pistol, revealing a pale metallic luster on Gerrit’s face, making the five features that he had originally shrouded in the shadows become visible. The wooden doors in the yard were buzzed with strong winds. Grett looked at the black hole’s muzzle. “Tomorrow it will be the old man’s life,” he thought. Then he put the gun flat in his drawer, locked it, and heard a crisp “click” before he got up to go to bed.