谁是真正的杀手/王卫辉(赵金基译）

程思良

谁是真正的杀手/王卫辉
　　
　　明朝初期，一提起我，无人不知，无人不晓：杀手冷血。
　　人们纷纷说：“若冷血生在战国时期，当时取代荆轲前去刺秦王，秦王早就干掉了。”
　　此等说法，言过不过，我不知，但自从当了杀手之后，大大小小数千次，无一失手。
　　这一次，我接到有史以来最高的一笔佣金。雇主：皇后。刺杀对象：最近让皇后失宠的赛西施。
　　艳阳高照，正午时分，人们昏昏欲睡，我如神龙出水，护花侍卫还没明白啥事，已经人头落地。正想最后一刺正主，忽听银铃般的话语声传来：“大哥真如传说中那样神勇，能死如此英雄之手，乃小妹三生之幸。有人说我长得像大哥死去的情人，不知到底像否？不知大哥对她是否下得了手？”
　　赛西施边说边用纤纤玉指轻捏剑背，还剑入鞘。而我竟然默认了，完全没了往日杀气。
　　赛西施留下一抹迷人的笑容，飘然而去。
　　忽然冲过一辆飞快的马车，我还没回过神来，赛西施已倒在血泊之中。只见马车上下来一汉子，满身酒气，他一摸赛西施的鼻子，满不在乎地说：“真不经撞。”然后上车一扬马鞭：“驾。”
　　我喃喃：“酒后驾车……”
　　
　　
　　The Killer
　　
　　By Wang Weihui
　　
　　In those early years of Ming Dynasty, I was known to all, by the name of Killer Cold-blood.
　　“If Cold-blood had lived in the Warring Period and he, instead of Jing Ke, had been the appointed assassin, Yingzheng would have been killed then.” It was rumored.
　　Whether they were exaggerating or not, I couldn’t figure it out. As a hired killer, however, I had taken thousands of tasks, big or small, and never missed a target.
　　For the present I was paid the most handsome commission in history. The employer was Empress while the target was Saixishi (which means “as beautiful as Xishi”; Xishi, one of the four greatest beauties in ancient China), who had recently made Empress out of Emperor’s favor.
　　The hot sun was overhead at noontime and all people seemed sleepy when I moved like a magical dragon emerging out of water. Their heads were cut off before those security guards realized what was happening. The decisive stroke was ready for the target when I heard a silvery voice, “Brother, you are my superhero, indeed; it’s my honor to be killed by you. I’m said to take after your dead lover in appearance. What do you say? Would you kill her if she were still alive?”
　　With this Saixishi softly held my sword with her fine fingers and thrust it back to its sheath. I gave in, with no air of a hired killer.
　　With a wisp of enchanting smile, Saixishi gracefully passed me by.
　　Suddenly a fast carriage was rushing along; just prior to my reaction, Saixishi had been struck dead in blood. A man, smelling of alcohol, stepped out of the carriage and reached for her nose. “Dead!” The man said, indifferently. Then he got on the carriage and waved his whip. “Go!”
　　“A drunk driver…” I mumbled.
　　

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