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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他不敢再往下想——不，“想”这个词太轻描淡写了。他不敢让思绪再往前迈一步，因为那个念头底下的深渊会把他整个吞没。于是他像被恶鬼附身般扎进工作，手指死死抠着键盘，在数字世界的每一条缝隙里翻找，搜刮任何一点碎片、任何一丝低语、任何关于FH-209、辉瑞生物、那些相关研究人员的幽灵般的痕迹——那些名字此刻就像刻在他颅骨上的诅咒。时间——那条冷酷无情的河流——在他指缝间溜走，像一场高烧里的梦，是令人窒息的恐惧与激光般锐利的专注搅成的、怪异又令人作呕的鸡尾酒。He didn't dare ponder further — no, ponder was far too gentle a word. He dared not let his mind take another step, for the abyss beneath that thought would swallow him whole. So he drove himself into work like a man possessed, fingers clawing at the keyboard, scouring every crevice of the digital world for any scrap, any whisper, any phantom trace of FH-209, of Huifei Bio, of the researchers whose names now felt like curses carved into his skull. Time — that cruel, indifferent river — slipped through his fingers in a fever dream, a strange, sickening cocktail of paralyzing dread and laser-sharp focus.
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