die away

In the foggy winter morning, a few streaks of white smoke spewed out occasionally from around the city, which looked particularly conspicuous, like a few athletes running at the forefront scrambling to the finish line, standing on a tall building in the center of the city. A young man, the young man's face is very white, so white that it is almost transparent, like the snow on the ground, it is white, cold and fragile, and it melts at the touch of a touch.

The young man looked into the distance, his expression was stagnant, but his eyes exuded some kind of burning persistence, as if he was doing a solemn ceremony to someone or something.

"gone."

The young man said these two words slowly, then he closed his eyes and took a small step forward, and then the youth's figure disappeared on the roof in an instant.

There was a loud noise in this quiet morning. The sound lasted for just a second and then disappeared. There was no echo, and the tranquility still surrounded the city. up.

I put down the last black chess piece in my hand, and the five black dots finally formed a straight line. The ghost guard on the opposite side frowned and stared at me. Seeing him in a bad mood, my mood was rarely bright.

"Okay, boy."

"Don't say that, you let me."

The ghost messenger blew lightly on the chessboard in front of him, and the chessboard instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground, "When did you learn to be humble?"

I looked up into the distance, it was almost dawn, "I've always been humble."

"Hehe, you have a lot of humorous cells."

"Thank you..." I stood up and took a deep breath, I can't smell the air, I really miss that smell...

Seeing me stand up and look at my watch, the ghost messenger said, "It's time again?"

"Yeah." Although I have experienced that pain many times, I still can't get used to it, not only can't get used to it, but it hurts more and more every time, so painful that I wish I could regret coming to this world, "Ghost, I'm thinking about one thing. "

"Let's hear it." The ghost guard's face is like toilet paper that has been soaked in water for a long time, pale and wrinkled. I still don't like his face, it's too ugly.

"It would be great if I could be reborn directly like in the novel."

The ghost messenger sighed, "Those are just human beings' imaginations."

"..." I turned my head and continued to look at this familiar yet unfamiliar city. I had too many memories to hold in my head. Every time I threw them out, they crowded in again after a while, like hair growing backwards. They are constantly burrowing into my soul.

The voice of the ghost messenger came from behind me, "A person who commits suicide is also guilty of killing. It is a felony in the underworld. How can it be possible to be reborn if it is difficult even to reincarnate? Son, you have read too many novels."

"Can't you say something nice to comfort me?" When the sky gradually brightened, my feet also appeared, but I knew they didn't belong to me, and they would lead me to the darkness.

The ghost messenger also stood up and walked to my side, "Sorry, no."

"You're still so annoying." My feet started to move forward slowly, and finally stopped on the edge of the roof. I didn't have to look down to know what was below, because I had to do this at this time of day.

The ghost guard patted me on the shoulder and said, "One more game later?"

"it is good."

"Then I wait for you."

"Ah."

I felt the "ice cube" on my shoulder move away, and then I stepped out with my right foot.

My eyes began to look down quickly, and there was a cold wind in front of me, which made my skin hurt. I remembered that I had no skin anymore, but why did I feel pain?Hehehehe, why did I forget, and only at this time can I feel that I was once a person, a living person.

The gray ground below is getting closer and closer to me, and I seem to smell the smell of blood again, which is fishy and salty, and sometimes I actually enjoy this smell, it seems that I am a bit masochistic.

"boom!"

It was the familiar voice and the familiar pain again. Unless I drank Mengpo soup, I would never forget this feeling.

After intimate contact with the cold ground, I can clearly feel that every piece of flesh in my body is hurting, and the sound of bones breaking lingers in my ears. It hurts too much. Every time I bear this pain, I think Could it be that my mother was in such pain when she gave birth to me?

Blood flowed out of my body slowly. I hated this feeling the most. I never dreamed that bleeding would be so painful, like countless worms crawling out of my body suddenly, taking away my soul along the way.The hatred and resentment towards those people filled my mind again, and tied the dead knot in my heart again.

This damn pain may only last for a few seconds, but I feel like centuries have passed. I don’t know how long it took before my eyes became darker and darker, and everything around me became distorted and abstract until I couldn’t see anything. Today’s punishment is finally over. up.

The ghost messenger blew again at the position where the chessboard disappeared just now, the scattered ashes gathered together again, and the chessboard that had just disappeared appeared again.

Thinking back to the chess game just now, the ghost messenger muttered to himself, "Tsk, what went wrong just now? I obviously watched every move..."

The ghost guard thought for a while and felt a cold wind blowing over his head. He raised his head and showed me an ugly smile, "I'm back."

I sat down slowly, and my feet had completely disappeared. Although I was very light, I was still tired and tired.

I lay on the chessboard like a puddle of mud, "Why do I have to climb the stairs? Can't I take the elevator?"

The ghost guard put the black chess piece on my right hand and said, "This is an additional punishment, you can only bear it."

I got up and opened the chess box, and the black chess pieces were lying quietly inside. Seeing them lying leisurely, I wanted to cry again. At this moment, the pain of regret can be completely equal to the pain just now. "Why did I commit suicide?"

"Regret when you have time, why not play backgammon with me again."

"It would be great if there were regret medicine in the world."

"Even if there is this medicine, you will not regret it if you take it at most, but you still have to bear the pain that you should bear."

I looked at him coldly and said, "I hate you."

The ghost messenger has already dropped the white chess piece, but the way he stares at me is still disgusting.

"it's your turn."