Raised a house of obsession

Chapter 9

A cold body, a solemn occasion, an atmosphere of silence.

Zhou Yi's heart was beating wildly, creating an indescribable sense of tension, even though this person's death had nothing to do with him... It wasn't that he killed him, but he was still nervous.

Humans are social animals, which may be caused by empathy.

If you concentrate the spiritual energy on the eyes, you can see a faint black aura around the head.

This is the final obsession of human beings at the moment of dying under strong emotional fluctuations!
The soul dissipated, but the obsession remained, in this world.

However, the intensity of this obsession is far from enough to become a real "mind".Even if Zhou Yi's current psychic strength is not too high, it is enough to dispel it.

Under the effect of spiritual energy, the black air mass slowly turned into a white mist and dissipated in the air.

A cold force passed along the fingertips to his mind.

He frowned slightly.This is the price that must be borne by mental backlash and dispelling obsession.

Faintly, one could feel what this young man was thinking at the last moment.

Maybe it's because I also know that killing people will pay for their lives. This is a matter of course, and when death is imminent, Xiao Xu doesn't have too much resentment.He was just regretting that he had killed someone impulsively.

It would have been nice if there had been some leeway at that time... At most, it would only be closed for a few years, and it would not be sentenced to death.

The only one who feels guilty is my mother, the white-haired person giving black hair, the greatest tragedy in the world, and that lovely younger sister who will never see her brother again...

Maybe in a few years, the younger sister finds a husband and forgets about herself... This is also a good thing, girls always want to marry.As for myself, I am dead, so forget it.

I also recalled when I was in junior high school, I was always playful, didn't study hard, and was often scolded.

His mother scolded him fiercely, saying that he couldn't pass the high school entrance examination, so he could only go to work in the factory, had no future, and would stay in the countryside for the rest of his life!But at that time, he was not sensible, and he was still playful.Escaping to surf the Internet at night is his greatest joy.

In the third year of junior high school, Xiao Xu learned about Mother's Day for the first time.

The teacher taught them that the second Sunday in May is Mother's Day, and they should buy a carnation for their mother.

It wasn't until he stepped into society that he knew about his mother's difficulties, but he never seemed to have given carnations. After all, he was a shy person.

"Mom... Mom..."

"If only I... worked harder."

This was Xiao Xu's last obsession when he was dying. For some reason, at the moment before he died, he actually wanted to study hard and make progress every day.

This was something Zhou Yi never expected.

"Is this the last obsession... When a person is about to die, his words are good."

It's a pity that he could have become a good person.

"I accept your obsession."

Zhou Yi felt emotional in his heart, and with a movement of his palm, he closed his eyes that hadn't been closed yet.

The corpse is terribly cold. This kind of coldness is different from the coldness in the conventional sense. It is the coldness of losing hope, the coldness of the end of life.

The ancient stone slab in the consciousness space should have absorbed some obsessions, but it might not, and now is not the time to confirm.

But even if he absorbs some obsessions of dissipation, he still can't make people happy.

There were so many inspectors at the scene, and the old man Li at the gold seal level, didn't see anything unusual, which also made Zhou Yi slightly relieved, indicating that the power of the stone slab is very subtle, and ordinary people really can't see it. The remaining obsessions were absorbed by the slate.

He turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, there is no problem. The prisoner has been confirmed dead, and his obsession has dissipated. It is some regrets left over, and there is nothing special about it."

"Hard work." Wang Zhengfa, director of the West Institute, nodded.

After all the inspectors confirmed the death of the criminal, they handed over some procedures and left in a hurry.

If a family member is willing to pick up the corpse, it will be returned to the family member; if no family member is willing to do so, it will be cremated as soon as possible.

Wang Zhengfa stepped forward, put a white cloth over his body, called a staff member of the West Institute, and pushed the body into the morgue.

He sighed softly. He had seen a lot about this kind of thing, and he was a little numb, but not completely numb.After thinking about it, he took out a tape recorder from the drawer, and as he walked forward, he played an old song - "Farewell".

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green."

"The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the mountains outside the sunset mountain..."

The low and hoarse male voice just confirmed the title of the song, saying goodbye to Xiao Xu.

The autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves are colorful. A few large sycamore leaves fell on the white cloth with the cold wind.

A staff member dusted the fallen leaves on the ground.

The setting sun in the distance is slowly setting, and every tree on the hillside is as red as fire from the sky.

This is the last sublimation of the trees before winter comes!

The fallen leaves are all dead.

Once it's winter, it's bare and there's nothing left.

But in the coming year, there will still be spring!
Under the feeling of being touched by the scene, Zhou Yi suddenly had a deep feeling!
There is a soul in this world, and at this moment, he saw the soul!
Red, white, red and white, green, blue, with the leaves falling, the so-called "spirit" also dissipates... The red leaves fall, the white clouds remain, the blue sky is vast, and who can tell the truth? Evergreen?
This kind of comprehension is mysterious and mysterious, just paused for a second, and it was like lightning flashing across the sky!

But one second is enough.

Zhou Yi almost forgot to breathe, the wind blew past, and the fallen leaves rustled.

In the depths of my mind, it seemed that something had opened a gap, and inspiration gushed out like spring water!
This strange feeling seems to have never been experienced before.

Under the strong mood swings, a flame appeared in his heart, which was growing rapidly!

"Eh? Epiphany?" Old Comrade Li Xianfeng not far away took a sip of wine, noticed Zhou Yi's psychic energy fluctuations, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, "It's so good to be young... I feel something in my heart when I die. .”

"I haven't seen it before, but it's great."

"When you get older, you lose all sense... A person who dies is like a chicken. Alas! Now it's really boring. When I get older, I don't have any passion at all!" Old man Li said with a broken mouth. As I thought about it, I was envious, but also a little bit jealous.

Thinking of this, he took another sip of wine, "Hey, why is this wine so sour! Is my old Li such a jealous person?!"

After a while, he murmured again: "I suddenly realized..."

Doesn't Xiao Zhou have no talent?Isn't it 20 years old? 20 years old is not too young.Could it be... Misreading?
Li Xianfeng scratched his neck, envious of Zhou Yi's epiphany.

At this moment, the sun was just setting and night fell.

(End of this chapter)