Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Hao Liang died.

He got off work and was about to get home, but he went to check because of the noise on the road.A young man grabbed the girl and did not let go, and the surrounding crowd watched.Hao Liang stood up, stepped forward to persuade, and protected the girl behind him, but unexpectedly the young man went crazy, pulled out a knife from his waist, and cut Hao Liang's throat directly.

He Yan no longer remembers how he lived those days.He followed Hao Liang's parents, numbly ran to the hospital, numbly ran to the cemetery, and numbly came to the court.

He watched the lawyer struggling to explain to Hao Liang's mother; watched Hao Liang's mother crying in court; watched the murderer stand in the dock, blinking with an indifferent smile.He watched Hao Liang's parents turn their heads white in an instant after the verdict, and watched the murderer leave the court with his family laughing and laughing under the escort of the doctor.

By the time He Yan came back to his senses, several months had passed.Everything has been settled.The family of the murderer who killed Hao Liang was powerful. They issued a psychiatric evaluation for the young man. The young man has mental illness and has no capacity for civil conduct. He will not be sentenced and will only receive treatment in a mental hospital.Soon you can go home and observe.

The victim can go home, but the victim can never come back.

He Yan sat blankly in the former home of the two.The table of dishes in front of the door hadn't been touched since that day, and it was rotten and covered with dust.The white cream of the cake also turned yellow and black, a little bit rotten.

He Yan looked at the cake.Like a ghost, he broke off a piece of butter with his fingers, put it in his mouth, swallowed it as if he had no sense of taste, stood up, opened the door, and walked out.

The cemetery is still the same as he saw a few years ago.He greeted the doorman and took down the key.He walked into the corridor, trying to find the one belonging to Hao Liang among the countless squares on the wall, but he couldn't find it.

He Yan felt dizzy for a while, and the small compartments on the wall were like a cage, holding him with teeth and claws.He bent over and vomited violently.The undigested rotten cake fell to the ground together with his gastric juice.

I still killed him.He Yan thought painfully.Why do I have to take chances and think that I can die with Hao Liang when so many people died?

I shouldn't exist in this world.

I have to go now.

I gotta go.He Yan thought.He straddled the No. 19 window of the most expensive apartment in the city, looking down.

The room behind him was in a mess, with several corpses lying here and there.Among them was the young man identified as mentally ill by the court.At this moment, he opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground with his mouth open. There was a huge wound on his neck, gurgling blood.

The sound of the wind blowing under your feet, and the honking of cars can be heard endlessly.He Yan raised his eyes to the sky.The sky was clear, and the sun shone slightly on his eyes.

"Goodbye." He Yan said softly.

He closed his eyes and jumped down.

The underworld was pitch black.Yan Ke's primordial spirit escaped from He Yan's penis, and is about to return to its original position.The chaotic and distant memory in the bitter world became clear in an instant.He looked at the long line of souls that were slowly advancing, and tapped his shoulder lightly with one hand.

Yan Ke was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a young man with purple pupils.

"I'm here to pick you up." Zhao Xuehan said.

"I..." Yan Ke was a little dazed, he looked at the soul in the bitter world, and then at the young man in front of him. "You know how I..."

"I don't know, but you just need to come back." Zhao Xuehan interrupted him.

"You have been in the bitter world for a long time." He raised one corner of his mouth and teased, "I thought you would stay for a few years and come back."

"Sorry. I kept you waiting..." Yan Ke said in a deep voice, he looked up at the old woman by the bridge.

"Let's go." Zhao Xuehan said.

Yan Ke nodded, and when she was about to leave with Zhao Xuehan, she saw a familiar soul in the middle of the team.

So familiar, so familiar that Yan Ke's heart jumped suddenly.Regardless of Zhao Xuehan's suspicious gaze, he rushed forward and overturned the Mengpo Tang in Soul Soul's hand.He didn't care how the old woman scolded him, he stuffed the soul into his arms, and walked away.

Yan Ke hugged the soul and wanted to leave the underworld quickly, but was stopped by Zhao Xuehan.

"You can't do this." Zhao Xuehan said, "This is the soul of the world of suffering."

"I know." Yan Ke said.

"The souls of the bitter world usually don't live long here." Zhao Xuehan said.

Yan Ke's breathing stopped for a moment. "...I know," he said.

"What are you going to do? Take a body for him?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

Yan Ke remained silent.He felt the soul in his arms trembling slightly, and couldn't help but hold it tighter.

Zhao Xuehan sighed. "Give him to me." He stretched out his hand to Yan Ke.

Yan Ke didn't move.He took a few steps back slowly.

"Give him to me." Zhao Xuehan repeated, with a little helplessness in his expression, "I'll help you find a good place to put this soul."

Yan Ke didn't speak, and looked at Zhao Xuehan motionlessly.Zhao Xuehan sighed again, and lightly pressed his temples.

"Did I lie to you?" he asked.

long silence.

"...No." Yan Ke whispered.

He opened his clothes, took out his soul, and carefully placed it in Zhao Xuehan's hands.