Two years ago, I died in a car accident. Because it happened in the suburbs and left no trace of the suspect, I became a veritable ghost.
Our world of unjust dead ghosts has a mission: within three years of death, a substitute for the dead must be found in the world before the soul can be superborn and return to the world, otherwise it will be beaten into the eighteen house. Hell, torture, and never alive.
As the sky darkened, I began to drift away in the night. People can’t be seen, I can come and go freely. In the past two years, I have witnessed many people who died unjustly. There are people who hang themselves, people who drink medicine, people who jump into the river, people who kill, commit suicide, car accidents, accidents, natural disasters… Seeing my companions succeed again and again, I still have empty hands. Many years and memories of family, relatives, friends. But because of our selfishness, we left them with indelible pain. Tears, complaints, hatred, regret, loneliness, and even loss of life again. I hate the joys and sorrows of the world, and hate the despicable and hypocritical means of killing people with the knife. But after all, my own strength and rebellion are powerless and useless. So in the days I have been under double pressure, I feel pain and sadness.
But recently, a woman often came into my sight. In the dark night, she always walked alone on the street, and in the park, in the dead of night, she still could not sleep. Under the faint light, coming and going, the expression is anxious and sad. The body is thin and thin. The long ones are pretty pretty. She was alone and worried. She was the only dog who accompanied her. Sometimes she would beat him madly, and after the fight, she kept blaming herself. Seeing her in such pain, my heart is like a needle stick. I want to end her pain and sorrow, and no longer let her be alone, I decided to take her into our world and submitted the proposal to it.
When it gets dark, I will follow her to find the right opportunity. She was holding a brown-yellow dog whose eyes were shining brightly. I wanted to get closer to her, and the dog noticed my looming shadow and mocked me “barking bark…” howling. I had to look at her from a distance. When I got home, I waited for the dog to squint before I walked to her side. She could not fall asleep, so she got up and drank something called sleeping pills before closing her eyes slightly. The corners of his eyes were a little bit of tears. I leaned against her bed and listened to her undulating breathing, and fell asleep deeply.
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In the days that followed, I was always waiting for her. There is no external opportunity for me to take her away logically. One day, when I came to her house leisurely, her face was full of tears and her hands were blood flowing. Looking at the knife on the ground, I knew she was seeking suicide. When I was secretly proud, the damn dog jumped up and grabbed the door with its paws, anxiously trying to push away and begging for help from its owner. I can only watch, but I can’t stop it. In the end, that guy stillIt opened the door, and stood at the door and yelled eagerly towards the corridor. After someone found out, she was taken to the hospital. She was out of danger. But I was sad.
The next day, I came to the hospital. She was the only one lying on the bed and the dog stayed home. I looked at her medical record. It turns out that she has severe depression. I looked at her pale and weak, and my heart was broken. I can’t help but hug her. The red teardrops also quietly dropped, dripping on her white clothes. She can’t see, nor can she feel.
I stayed with her in the hospital for a full three months, and her condition gradually improved, showing a faint smile from time to time. This long-lost smile is so exciting and charming to me. When I am with her, I can’t help clinging to her body, touching her cheeks, and clasping her hands. When parting, I was so reluctant to leave. When I can’t see her, I think about it. I found that I fell in love with this lovely and once sad woman in front of me.
How can I bear to take away the one I love? She can also look at the beautiful scenery in the world, listen to the beautiful melody, or find her own happiness and live her own wonderful life. I was hesitating and decided that Changxian would secretly take away the proposal I gave.
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I tiptoed to the archive library, looking for the proposal. I accidentally saw her life and death. The life and death book contains everything from her life to death. I was reading about her life: “She was born into a wealthy intellectual family. The year when she graduated from university at the age of 22, her parents drove to meet her in a heavy fog. There was a car crash and she died on the spot. Suffering from depression due to extreme self-blame and grief. Two years later, during a trip, he lost control of his emotions for a while and wanted to retaliate and commit suicide. He ran into the lead man Gao Xiaopeng on Yangmei Road, causing the other party to miss the best time for treatment and died, Yang Shou 26 years old…” Gao Xiaopeng is me, isn’t she the suspect I’m looking for? I was suddenly struck by lightning, shaking the sky and fleeing in a hurry.
After a few days, I just complained. Can’t imagine a weak woman is so cruel. A moment of resentment took my life from Fenghua Zhengsun.
I wandered in the open field, and she came to my eyes. I looked at her in a daze, thinking it was a dream. She smiled at me and pressed her body close to me from behind and gently said, “Can you feel me?” I felt her cold body, and I pushed her away. Although I blame her in my heart, I still don’t want her to come to our ruthless world. She looked at me with a surprised expression and said, “I’m sorry, I hurt you and deeply hurt your family. This is my retribution. My life is only twenty-six, but you don’t come to find it. I, someone came to take me away. I can feel your waiting and every hug. My tears are for you. I understand your sorrow and sorrow. I also see yours.Tears, when you shed tears, my heart is cut. I don’t know when, I began to look forward to the dark night with you, even though I can’t hear your breath or feel your body temperature…” She said tears were also falling down.
I woke up like a dream, “No, no, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. I didn’t hesitate to keep watching, maybe you won’t leave. She shook her head vigorously, giggled, her long draped hair scattered in front of her face, a living female ghost. Listening to her echoing laughter, she was mad and gloomy. Looking at her, I My heart is like an ice cellar and I can’t breathe.
I am determined to save her life. This time I was not so lucky. I was found and went to hell.
After all, she did not escape her clutches. In the hospital, she relapsed and jumped downstairs to death.
Three years later, we were in Reunited and fell in love in hell.