They all thought she was just a corpse, a female corpse soaked in formalin solution, quietly staying in a glass jar. Only she knew she wasn’t dead, yes, only she knew it, they didn’t. Yes, how can anyone think of a person who can die from death to death without being able to extinguish his own consciousness, and how to pull a weed out of the mud like it has been rotten, split, and transformed into other things? Removed from the flesh. “People can’t die, they can never.” But when she understood, she couldn’t let them know this. As a silent and invisible soul, she was deprived of all means to convey information to the outside world-gestures, eyes, language, actions… but what does it matter? She said to herself, what is the need to explain this truth? In the quiet and carefree life of the dead she once enjoyed, she didn’t need to say her identity; now, after she got bored and disgusted with all kinds of life, why should she say it?
She knew she was too sentimental when she was alive, but she didn’t expect it to remain the same after her death, so she always loved her. It seems that like humans, souls also have their own unique development laws and their own personality maturation process. This character made her fall back into a nightmare that had long ended, but can this be blamed on her? From the beginning, she was unable to adapt to life as a deceased person and was unable to concentrate on making a corpse. Before going to bed every night, she persuaded her not to pay attention to the “that” world, neither to listen nor to watch, she said to herself that those had nothing to do with me. However, as soon as the sunlight tore through the curtains and penetrated, as long as the sunlight penetrated the glass and poured into the tank and dissolved in the formalin, her surroundings would immediately become golden, shining like the water in the sunset. At this time, there will always be light refracting into her eyes, and she wakes up in time, and with a hint of untimely, embarrassing joy and gratitude, just like when he first saw him a long time ago. For this reason, she really wanted to risk crying once, but she couldn’t cry because when she cried, the tears would seep into the surrounding liquid, causing the liquid composition to change and her body to decay.
In fact, she was also denied the right to cry. Because she is here because she died; but it can also be said that because she died incompletely, she is still alive, otherwise there is no “her”. What’s the difference? The important thing is that she will no longer cry or laugh anymore, no longer pleased or frightened by the actions of others, especially his actions. How naive she was to think of death as the end of time in the past! It now appears that what she is deprived of is only everything that has weight on her, just everything that occupies space on her, but this cannot be considered a loss at all. Now she knows that death is cost-effective, because death compensation gives her infinite Time, because she used only a little space to get endless time. Today, life is over, but it just means that the turbulent life of the past is over. From now on, to the future, to eternity, and even to the end of timeAfter that, her life will remain unchanged and never end, and her river of destiny will always flow forward in such a smooth and unstoppable manner, and you don’t have to worry about being affected by the miserable rain. This is true eternal life.
Thinking of immortality, she couldn’t help thinking, he was coming soon, and for so many years, he was always the first to work in the laboratory. As soon as he entered the door and dropped his briefcase, he would walk towards her immediately, picking up a rag and wiping her glass jar, just like pampering his beloved little goldfish. In this way, she has reason to think that he knows her troubles, that she hates dust, and that she likes to watch the outside world through spotless formalin and glass. However, how commendable it is to be spotless, as long as there is no one in the laboratory, the dust will enter into the air, falling down from the air, falling silently but endlessly, covering the ground, the desktop, naturally Passed paper, books and her glass cylinder. Because she had nothing to do, she had carefully observed the origin of the dust, but did not get any convincing explanation, because her first explanation was: the dust suddenly appeared from the vacuum, and before that, They are obviously invisible; if this is not the case, then the second explanation is even more incredible: they are coming from the surface of the object, just like a person sweating while alive. Thinking of the first explanation, her heart was filled with fear. The dust passed through the sky, through the roof, and came out invisible. Is there any purpose? Is it just for her to be buried completely? From this day on, she began to look forward to him coming to work. She watched his hand holding a clean rag, which gently wiped the glass jar, as if touching her body. At this time, she imagined that he was raised by him. A little goldfish born for him. She noticed that he wiped it first and most seriously every day. It was always her glass jar, even a few times. His eyes stayed on her nude body for a long time. At that time, she felt the eyes of two people in horror. It was almost time to meet, and she even felt that her cheeks were hot, and if there was a mirror in front of her, she would be afraid to see her blush.
But does she still have a face? Was that body, that body soaked in formalin solution for many years, really she? Was she really soft, slender, full and juicy before?
She remembers that before “that thing”, she had a body, and a body that attracted countless light, jealousy, or coveted eyes. After “that thing” happened, her last memory was his eyes. He was the doctor who performed the surgery for her, and he focused on her wound while intensively operating. When the sky in front of her suddenly dimmed quickly and quickly, his eyes were the last light she saw. She saw him gently and shook her head indifferently, and then she met his gaze, and he stared at her deadly as if she would disappear without a blink of an eye. This glance gave her the desire to survive. She no longer knew where she was, and she looked up, saw the blood on his palms, and suddenly felt dizzy. This kind of dizziness has only been experienced by the person who fell off the building, like there is an irresistible force to push her outHer own body, but she can’t make it any more, as weak as the person in the dream wants to resist, just as flustered as the drowning person wants to grab something.
So, she can only let everything that happens to her be ignored, like a bystander. She saw the big hole in her neck, next to him and his colleagues in white coats, they were busy, inserting a big needle into the vein of her thigh, and she still had that feeling, blood It was dripped from the vein until it felt drained. At the same time, they used another needle to drip her. Later, she learned that it was the preservatives—the formalin solution he specially formulated. At that time, she felt that her blood was slowly leaving the body, replaced by formalin gradually filled with blood vessels. They ran in her blood vessels, starting from the heart, passing through the arteries, reaching the chest, abdomen, and limbs. Slowly immersed every cell in the body, replacing all body fluids and cell fluids. At first, she hated them very much, and she could not explain why she was so sensitive to the body she used to use. She only knew that she did hate them to flow slowly and uninterruptedly in her body, hating them and even letting her eyes go. The eyes that she used to have good eyes were filled with this disgusting liquid now. Her trachea, stomach, and even her blood were filled with formalin. If she was alive, she would vomit because she couldn’t bear the smell. But now, she slowly realized that she was still here, not because of this liquid? Although everyone else thinks she is a corpse, she still retains all the functions of a normal life except that she can’t say or do anything. She can see, hear, think, see him every day, and What can I complain about? Isn’t such a life the perfect state that many people dream of? She gradually learned to face all of this calmly, she no longer hated, no longer vomited, no longer minded that they carried her under the window of strong sunlight, no longer minded that some men’s unwilling eyes were fixed on her naked The body no longer minds someone hitting her glass jar with her finger. I remember when she was alive, what she was most afraid of was the sound. As soon as the doorbell or the telephone rang, she would be trembling with fear, because as long as the sound rang, it would not be long before she could get out or someone would Come in, that world always uses sound to break her peaceful life, making her annoyed and old in the sound day by day. And now, when the sound goes through glass and resounds the formalin around her, she feels good, because that means there is someone here, and also that there is him, she feels that the cells in her body have become ears , All open to greet that voice, and tremble with it. Yeah, she was afraid of being alone, and being left alone in this sealed, narrow place. She was very happy that she had not been buried in the dark, moist and dark ground like other corpses to slowly mold and rot. If that were the case, she had to endure the rat’s bite, cricket and The ground tiger eats away,