105.【纯享版】第十九章-Chapter19-3 埃克托死因大白 米格被困亡灵之地

Chapter 19-3

Hector looked from the film to Ernesto standing in front of him. His mind raced. “That night, Ernesto. The night I left ... ”

埃克托的目光转向了站在身前的歌神。他的头脑快速运转：“那一晚，歌神。我走的那晚……”

He remembered it well. They had been on tour, but he had missed his family too much, so he had packed up his songbook and grabbed his guitar case.

他记得很清楚。他们那时正在巡回演出，但是他太想念自己的家人了，于是他打包好自己的歌曲集，拿上自己的吉他盒。

“You wanna give up now?” Ernesto asked. “When we’re this close to reaching our dream?”

“你要现在放弃？”歌神问，“我们离梦想只有一步之遥了！”

“This was your dream,” young Hector said. “You’ll manage.”

“这是你的梦想。”年轻的埃克托说，“你会实现它的。”

“I can’t do this without your songs, Hector,” Ernesto said, reaching for Hector’s suitcase.

“没有你的歌我实现不了，埃克托。”歌神说着，伸手去拿埃克托的行李箱。

“I’m going home, Ernesto,” Hector said. “Hate me if you want, but my mind is made up.”

“我要回家，歌神。”埃克托说，“我不管你会不会恨我，我已经决定了。”

Ernesto had grown impatient, but he composed himself and switched on a charming smile. “Oh, I could never hate you,” he said. “If you must go, then I’m ... I’m sending you off with a toast!” The singer poured a couple of drinks and handed one to Hector. “To our friendship. I would move heaven and earth for you, mi amigo. Salud!” They both drank.

歌神变得有些不耐烦，但他很快镇定下来，露出迷人的微笑。“噢，我永远不会恨你的。”他说，“如果你一定要走，那我……我要为你摆酒践行！”歌手倒了两杯酒，把其中一杯递给埃克托。“为了我们的友谊。朋友，我愿意为你赴汤蹈火。干杯！”他们一饮而尽。

Ernesto had walked Hector to the train station, but when Hector stumbled, Ernesto simply took his suitcase. Hector had thought the pain in his stomach was from something he had eaten.

歌神陪埃克托一起走去火车站，但埃克托跌倒在了路上，歌神轻松地拿走了他的行李箱。埃克托还以为是之前吃了什么不好的东西，他的胃才会这么痛。

“Perhaps it was that chorizo, my friend,” young Ernesto said.

“可能是之前吃的辣香肠有问题，我的朋友。”年轻的歌神说。

“Or something I drank,” Hector said, snapping back to the present. “I woke up dead.” He directed a steely gaze at Ernesto. “You ... poisoned me.”

“也可能是我喝的东西。”埃克托停止了回忆，“我醒来就死了。”他用冷酷的目光牢牢盯着歌神，“你……毒死了我。”

“You’re confusing movies with reality, Hector,” Ernesto assured him.

“你把电影和现实弄混了，埃克托。”歌神想要让他信服。

Suddenly, visions of Ernesto’s betrayal flashed before Hector like old film clips on a continuous loop. Hector remembered that as he had lain collapsed on the cold street, his suitcase had been opened. A hand had reached in and stolen his songbook.

突然，歌神背叛他的画面一幕幕闪过埃克托的眼前，就像循环播放的老电影片段。埃克托回想起当他躺在冰冷的大街上时，他的行李箱被人打开了。一只手伸进去，拿走了他的歌曲集。

“All this time, I thought it was just bad luck,” Hector said. “I never thought that you might have ... that you ... ” He clenched his jaw, then lunged at Ernesto, tackling him to the ground.

“一直以来，我都以为是自己运气不好。”埃克托说，“我从没想过你会……你……”他咬紧了牙关，接着猛地冲向歌神，一下子将他扑倒在地。

“Hector!” Miguel shouted.

“埃克托！”米格喊道。

“How could you!” Hector yelled at Ernesto.

“你怎么可以这样！”埃克托朝歌神大吼。

“Security! Security!” cried Ernesto.

“保安！保安！”歌神哀号道。

Miguel looked on in shock as the two men scuffled on the floor. He struggled to understand everything Hector had said about the toast, the songbook, and waking up dead. Could it be true? Could Ernesto have poisoned Hector?

米格震惊地看着扭打在地的两个人。他费力地想要弄懂埃克托说的关于祝酒辞、歌曲集和醒来就死了的事。这些都是真的吗？歌神真的毒死了埃克托？

“You took everything away from me!” Hector shouted as security guards rushed in. He resisted as they pulled him off Ernesto, but it was no use. “You rat!”

“你夺走了我的一切！”埃克托怒吼。这时，保安冲了进来，把埃克托从歌神身上拉了起来，埃克托不断挣扎，但是无济于事。“你这个小人！”

“Have him taken care of. He’s not well,” Ernesto ordered.

“照顾好他。他不太舒服。”歌神命令道。

“I just wanted to go back home!” Hector cried. Miguel felt a lump in his throat as the guards dragged Hector out of the room. “No, no, NO!”

“我只是想回家！”埃克托哭喊道。看着保安把埃克托拖出门外，米格哽咽了。“不，不，不！”

Miguel was left alone with Ernesto. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do next.

现在，屋里又只剩下米格和歌神。米格的头脑里翻江倒海，思索着接下来该怎么办。

“I apologize. Where were we?”

“对不起。我们说到哪儿了？”

“You were going to give me your blessing,” Miguel said, unsure after everything he’d just heard. Was his great-great-grand father responsible for Hector’s death?

“你正要给我祝福。”米格说。但是听完了刚才的那些话，他现在什么都不敢确定。他的曾曾爷爷真的毒死了埃克托吗？

“Yes. Uh, sí,” Ernesto said. He plucked a marigold petal, but hesitated. “Miguel, my reputation, it is very important to me. I would hate to have you think—”

“对。呃，没错。”歌神说。他又摘了一片万寿菊的花瓣，但却犹豫了一下。“米格，我的名声，对我非常重要。抱歉让你觉得——”

“That you murdered Hector for his songs?” asked Miguel, a knot growing in his stomach.

“觉得你为了埃克托的歌杀了他？”米格问道，他觉得胃里好像有什么东西打了结似的。

“You don’t think that. Do you?”

“你不会相信的，对吗？”

“I ... No. Everyone knows you’re the ... the good guy,” Miguel said, but doubt had set in, and it oozed in his voice.

“我……我不相信。所有人都知道你是……好人。”米格虽然这么说，但他语气中的不确定出卖了他。

Ernesto abruptly shoved the photo of Hector into his suit pocket.

突然，歌神夺过埃克托的照片塞进了自己的西装口袋。

“Papá Ernesto? My blessing?” Miguel asked.

“曾曾爷爷？我的祝福呢？”米格问。

Ernesto crumpled the marigold petal. “Security!” he shouted. His guards appeared at the doorway. “Take care of Miguel. He’ll be extending his stay.” The guards grabbed Miguel by the shoulder.

歌神把万寿菊花瓣揉成一团。“保安！”他大喊。随即，保安出现在门口。“照顾好米格。他要在这里多待几天。”保安抓住了米格的肩膀。

Miguel’s face burned with anger. “What! But I’m your family!” he yelled. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

米格气得满脸通红，大吼道：“什么！我是你的家人！”他简直不敢相信这是真的。

“And Hector was my best friend,” Ernesto said coldly.

“埃克托还是我最好的朋友呢。”歌神冷冰冰地说。

Miguel went pale. “You did murder him.”

米格满脸苍白：“你杀了他。”

“Success doesn’t come for free, Miguel. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes— to seize your moment. I know you understand.”

“成功不是白来的，米格。为了成功，你要做任何事——要莫失良机。我知道你懂的。”