panguan.

do you know?Death is not the end.

The reason for such a sigh is because I am dead.

Unfortunately, I was hit beyond recognition by a speeding sports car a few minutes ago, and the owner of the car drove away, leaving my body hanging on the flower stand by the roadside, and the dark red blood turned into fertilizer for flowers and plants, writing a song Les Miserables.

Horrific crime scene.

I have no self-knowledge, Deng Yao gif.

Suddenly, I felt a dark wind passing by behind me, and before I could react, a pale hand fell silently on my shoulder.

I was taken aback.

Why the situation?I'm dead, why can anyone still touch me?

Is it...

Sure enough, there were two big bald heads in uniform standing behind me, one black and one white.

Yes, black and white, in uniform, with big bald heads.

"Are you Chen Jiangyang?" The black bald head held the phone, looked at the screen, looked at my face, and seemed to be comparing photos.

I nodded blankly.

"Okay then, don't be stupid, come with us." Baldy Bai urged, taking out a bundle of ropes as he spoke.

"Wait!" I made a pause gesture: "Who are you?"

They looked at each other speechlessly.

"Are you black and white impermanence?" I asked myself and answered.

The white bald head unceremoniously pressed my head to the name tag on his chest, and saw that it read: Bai Wuchang, No.102351.

"I am Bai Wuchang No. 102351, you can call me 102351."

"No, it's too long, I'll call you Brother Bai, this one is Brother Hei." I bargained.

"Stop talking, let's go." The bald man obviously didn't want to chat anymore, so he tied my hands with a rope.

I was dragged behind pitifully by them.

"I don't know where the two big brothers are taking me?" I asked without thinking.

"Where can I go after death?" Heibald said.

"Go to the underworld!" I rushed to answer.

"What's that nonsense?" Bald Bai tugged on the rope impatiently.

I leaned close to Heibald's ear and whispered, "Brother Bai is in such a hurry, is he also in a hurry to reincarnate?"

The black bald man glanced at me and showed me his phone.

I saw an app called "Dare to vote" was running on it, and at this time the page was stuck on my personal information - Chen Jiangyang, male, 20 years old, single.Below is the exact time of birth and death, as well as an ugly and listless passport photo.

I am in a beautiful and suave manner, why did I choose this one? I wanted to ask questions, but my phone vibrated, and a beautiful and mechanical female voice came out: "Your dare to invest a new order has arrived."

Then the personal information of another deceased person popped up, and I saw that a dozen orders had accumulated in the pending tasks.

"Understood?" Hei Guangtou said deeply.

"The underworld business is so busy?" I asked.

"There are victims all over the world, and we are responsible for cleaning up and guiding them." The bald man said seriously, "The cycle of life and death is the great cycle of life. The area we are in charge of has hundreds of orders every day..." His eyes were sharp, "If you can't finish the run, you will have to deduct money."

I was shocked.

Mother is so realistic, more realistic than reality.

I didn't expect the underworld to be such a society, and the professional attitude of the black and white bald head made me awe-inspiring.

"What about my corpse?" I looked back reluctantly at the unsightly body on the flower bed.

It has only been about ten minutes since the incident happened, and in the dead of night, no one has noticed what happened here.

"You don't care what to do with it, you are now a ghost, your soul has returned to the original, and you have nothing to do with the world." Heibald replied kindly, "Now you just need to wave to it and say goodbye."

With tears in my eyes, I bid farewell to the physical body that has been with me for 20 years.The black and white bald head pasted a bright yellow charm on the ground, instantly drawing out a dark void, pulling me in without looking back.

Through the long corridor of light and shadow, we come to an antique world.

There is a huge archway standing in front of it, with three big characters "Ghost Gate Pass" written on it.However, this is not the point. The point is that there is a long black queue full of people before the so-called gate of hell.

Baldy Bai drove me to the end of the line and took off the rope: "We will send you here, and then you line up by yourself." He picked up his phone and swiped, "Let's go, hurry up and place an order."

Hey, wait ah, no!I still have a lot of questions!

I quickly grabbed Heibald's clothes corner: "Brother Hei, what's going on?"

He said in the tone of educating the younger generation: "Young people, you must learn to observe with your own eyes."

I stretched my neck and looked at the sea of ​​people in front of me: "Where are you all queuing up to enter the Temple of Heaven?"

He nodded, and said in a businesslike manner: "Someone will send you leaflets and Hell Communication cellphones before the meeting. When the time comes, you will publish the 'Daily Prison Newsletter', which will have a novice guide."

"Daily Prison News?" I was confused.

"It's an app. There's a QR code on the flyer. Just scan it, and you won't be troubled." As soon as the black bald man finished speaking, he was immediately dragged away by the white bald man by his collar. Watching the two of them step into the void again, I could only feel I lament how hard it is to run a business.

I look around.

According to legend, after crossing the ghost gate is Huangquan Road.

The road is not wide, about the length of a bus, and there are bluestone slabs under the feet.There is no skylight in the night in the underworld, and it is all illuminated by ghost fires. A row of gloomy red lanterns are lit on both sides of the road, against the bright red flowers on the side of the road, almost dyeing the entire night sky red.

The team in front moved, and I secretly followed up.

It took only a while to look around, and the black and white impermanence of several couples brought back souls one after another.It was only then that I noticed that the dead souls kept their final appearance when they died, very hideous.I watched with horror, no wonder living people are always afraid of ghosts.But in other words, I can clearly distinguish the cause of death from their appearance.

Look at the buddy in front of me, he has a big hole in his chest.I hooked my waist and looked carefully. It was a perfect hole, cut into a circle.This buddy probably died of a murder, and the murderer was a Virgo.

"Hey, you! What are you looking at!" My action obviously caught the attention of the buddy, and he shouted back at me.

Because the light was too dim, I didn't see it clearly before, but he turned out to be a black man.

But wait a minute, isn't this the underworld of our Great China?Why are there black people?Not logical.

Seeing me staring at him suspiciously, he said again: "Your eyes are about to fall off." His Chinese pronunciation is very bad, and he speaks like a cross talk actor.

"Huh?" I was about to say something, but my left eye went dark, and there were two thuds on the ground.My eyeball fell to the ground like a marble and bounced lightly twice.

Fuck, it's so scary.

Even though I was frightened, I picked up the eyeball obediently, blew the dust on it, and pressed it back into the eye socket.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry."

"You died in a car accident?" the black brother asked.

"Yeah." Out of curiosity, I tugged on my arm again, and as expected, I easily pulled one arm off.

"You are falling apart." The black brother said again.

"I Transformers." I imitated his tone and raised my arms to speak righteously.

The black brother smiled heartily and gave me appreciative glances.

"My name is Wang Er, you, what do you call me?" He introduced himself enthusiastically.

Wang Er?What the hell name?Should I call myself Zhang San?

A bunch of questions whizzed through my mind, and finally I had to be honest with this old man: "Uh, my name is Chen Jiangyang."

"Jiang Yang!" He called my name affectionately, and was about to give me a bear hug when a cold voice interrupted us.

"Please go ahead." Four concise words.

When I turned around, a strange man was standing behind me.