[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Thinking about it later, the beginning of all this is simply inexplicable.I have read so many novels, some people time travel because they die, some people time travel because they sleep and open their eyes, some people time travel because their souls go out of their bodies, probably only me, the one who spends birthday with the third child in the dormitory, and the one who leaves school at the gate I had a meal in the restaurant, then went back to the dormitory to play games for a while, turned off the lights at night and planned to put candles on the cake - at that moment, the candle in my hand had just been inserted on the cake, and the moment I turned my head to look for the lighter, I suddenly found It was so dark and so quiet that it was abnormal.

My hand felt empty.I clearly remember my location, which should be in front of my cabinet door, and the lighter was on the cabinet, but when I stretched out my hand, I found that not only did I not touch the lighter, but I didn't even touch the cabinet.

I froze there, not daring to move, my mind was full of ghost stories, for fear that a dead body would be hanging in front of me when I turned around.I don't know how long it took me to build my mind before I called out in a low voice, "The third child?"

No reply.After a long time, I could hardly stand still, and I wanted to turn around to see what happened, only to hear a soft, immature voice coming from behind me, "What is the third child?"

——"What is Laosan?"

I blinked my eyes at the wall, children are especially difficult to mess with in ghost stories, do infant spirits need a reason to kill people?It is simply because they were not born that they hate people who were born!Even if it's a foreigner, probably...

foreign?

It’s also possible. After all, my university is in Beijing. How many people died in the Civil War in World War I, World War II, and the Anti-Japanese War, and it’s estimated that there were many deaths from foreign countries... I weighed my English level, "Laosanisahero. Ahero from..." Britain or the United States?Presumably the US is better, at least they have been relatively neutral?My history isn't great either, but what surprised me even more was when the kid asked me, "Whatishero?"

What is a hero?

I really can't stand anymore.Using my left heel as the center of gravity, I slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.Perhaps there was a dark figure there.Maybe……

There was still darkness before my eyes.The boundless darkness that seems to engulf everything.At that moment, I felt that I would rather face a corpse glowing green than face such a thick black.

"Whatishero?"

"You..." I couldn't care less about words, "Who are you...where are you..."

It's definitely not for nothing that the main character in a ghost story is scared like that.Both my legs are weak, there is a black void, my heart is pounding, and my whole body is stiff, "I didn't hurt you...you have a wrong and a debt..."

"What are you speaking?"

Does he seem to understand Chinese?I blinked, and suddenly felt that this child was quite pitiful. He was still so young, but he was born at that time and died just like that. Moreover, he seemed to have no malice...

It may be that I haven't answered for a long time, and there was a series of sounds in the dark that sounded like the sound of water, like a series of water droplets hitting the water surface, or something moving under the water - at that moment, there was only one thing I thought of. The pale child, covered in water, crawled towards me.I almost screamed, "Don't come over - No! Stop! I... Isaid, Whoareyou?!"

The sound stopped, and the kid seemed to be thinking about my words, and then he said, "IamJehovic."

I didn't hear the last word clearly. It can be pronounced as Jehovah, Jehovah, Yahveh or even Yahweh. In short, the pronunciation is "Yahweh". No matter which word it is, this word should be in Hebrew. There is a very famous transliteration in Chinese.

Jehovah.

"Jehovah?" I muttered, "You? Jehovah? Then I'm still Lucifer." I felt so pitiful for this child.It is estimated that before he died, his mother was holding him and praying to the Lord, and then he died, mistakenly thinking that his mother was calling his name.But now is not the time to lament this, I thought about those ghost stories carefully, and found that none of them worked, "Can Igoout?"

I can’t continue talking to this kid. I haven’t passed CET-[-] yet. I fell asleep in the English exam room of the college entrance examination.Although I feel that I have brought a very strong psychological shadow to other people in our examination room, it is meaningless to an English-speaking kid. I can be admitted to the university I am studying now purely because of my high score in science and technology.

"Out?" The kid paused, "No," as if afraid that I might not understand, he said again, "There is no out."

no outside?Is that what you mean?My English level can also translate this meaning. What does it mean that there is no outside?Even the universe may have a limit, what does it mean that there is no outside?Is there any other translation for such a simple sentence?

The child moved again, and I subconsciously took a step back, and this time I heard the sound of water again, clearly and clearly, from beneath my feet.My first reaction was to stand by the pool or the lake, and I quickly pulled my feet back and took a step forward. There was the sound of water again, as if I was standing on the only isolated island in the vast ocean.

I stood there, and then jumped in place.It was absolutely stupid, but I could still clearly hear the sound of water beneath my feet.

There are no islands.I stand on the water.

I squatted down, my hands slowly touched the water, and I pressed my fingers down. The water was still water, and most of my arms were submerged in the water, without touching the bottom.I'm standing on the water, literally on the water.

So when the child walked, there was a sound of water, not because there was water on his body, but...

I withdrew my hand suddenly, thankful for my life, if there was something unknown in the water, I might be dead by now.

"You are..." My voice was trembling, "Youare..."

"Jehovic." He answered me again, "And, you, you aidyouareLu...Lucifer?"

Jehovah.Why can't he be Jehovah?I'm starting to calm down, maybe I'm crazy, anyway, isn't it right?Wasn't it like this before the creation of the world?

[In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.The earth was void and formless, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God moved over the surface of the waters. 】

no problem.Absolutely no problem.Back then I read the whole Bible as if it were a novel, and it was just like that, the earth is the surface of the water, and people are on the water.

So what am I now? "Spirit of God"?It sounds like a lofty title. Could it be that I will become an angel?

"Hi," I said in self-defeating, "do you speak Chinese?"

The expected silence, it seems that although Jehovah is omniscient and omnipotent, there is no such thing as "Chinese" in this world.Why Jehovah?Even if Li Bai and Du Fu are in front of me, I can still write a few sentences in classical Chinese, but English is my permanent pain. Even the head of my penguin is a picture that is widely circulated on the Internet. , you are enough".

"Whatareyouspeaking, Lucifer?" His voice was childish.

"Canyouspeak Chinese." I guess that's the level of self-destruction, I think.After the expected "what is Chinese", I just sat down. There is nothing in the dark except water and the child, and there may be countless messy things, such as a huge sea beast swimming under the water, or a dark place. Use the camera to watch all the shadows, or there may be some strange skeletons and corpses.I think I should find a way to communicate with him, maybe I should ask him if he has a lamp or a candle, but I don't know English for those two words.

Then I remembered that I had my cell phone with me.Just now I was really scared and my brain short-circuited, and now I realized that I quickly took out my phone from my pocket.The light illuminated a large area in front of me, and for a moment I was a little apprehensive that I was looking at the unsightly corpse of a child, but I saw nothing—there was an empty expanse of water in front of me.

Then, a stream of light appeared in front of me.The light gradually condensed into a figure, sitting face to face with me, that figure had the same face as mine.He said in my voice, "Whatisit?"

"Mobile phone." I replied with a wooden face.Maybe this is normal, if he is Jehovah, then no one should know what he looks like, so it is not surprising that he copied me.I have encountered enough strange things today, not bad for this one.

"Mobile phone." He said with difficulty, "Mobile phone. Itis mobile phone."

I used to think that this kind of half-English and half-Chinese statement would never be heard after leaving the English class.He is still struggling to learn Chinese that sounds strange to him, "hand, machine."

I suddenly felt that this kid with my face was also very interesting.At least he has not shown any intention to kill me so far, and once he is sure that his life is not in danger for the time being, a certain bad root in human nature has taken over.I stretched out my hands and pinched his face—even though it was my own face, the feeling was different. He had no body temperature.That temperature is like cosmic space—eternal 3K.Oh no, it must be higher than that, the temperature of his face is around 10°C.I swear by my experience of tinkering with seven lab thermometers over the past two years.

He also seemed surprised that I had a temperature.He squeezed his face, then looked at me blankly.

"Temperature." I said.

"Temperature." He learned.

I rubbed his head.He had a very childish smile on his face, which was really nondescript on my face. He pointed to the mobile phone again, and after a while I understood that he was referring to the mobile phone screen.

"Light," I said.

"Light." He nodded with a serious face, "Good, light." His hands beat with a very slow movement, "Light."

The surroundings suddenly lit up.A cluster of light that I never imagined, flickered above my head, it was so huge that it extended to the end of the sky that I couldn't see, and then slowly gathered, like countless glowing bugs slowly adjusting their team .They were flying upwards, surrounded by the vast darkness of nothingness, and they were like pearls in the darkness.

light.

He stood up and repeated with a smile, "Light."

I looked up at him.

God said, let there be light.

And so there was light.

After a long time, I can still remember that I was sitting on the water looking up at him, his eyes were shining with pure excitement, and his hair was plated with a layer of gorgeous silver in the huge and magnificent background.

He is Jehovah.

The author has something to say:

I typed it on my mobile phone before... and imported it to the computer with a USB flash drive, but it turned out to be a bunch of garbled characters and a plot that I have never seen before... and the plot is very logical ==

The biggest pitfall of this article starts here √ Careful relatives have noticed it ==

And due to the personal limitations of the protagonist, there are differences in various places in this article (such as the fact that Metatron was a human being before going to heaven has been tampered with) and chaotic settings (such as the protagonist brought the angels around him to know What is Buddha Blessing)

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