My Reaper is a bit fierce

Death is a very common thing. Every day in Ningcheng, at least one person will die of old age. Xie Fanyu likes the souls of this kind of old people, because they have been prepared for a long time and take death lightly, and they will not be like some accidental souls. Also holding various emotions to ask questions.

But there is another category of people who die abnormally, but they don’t have strong emotions. This kind of people just choose to give up their lives, that is, commit suicide.

Xie Fanyu has a night shift, and most elderly people will stop breathing when they are sleeping, so he will go out at least once at night, before he has a good sleep, the notification sound of the tablet rang again.

Soulreaper popped up a notification and pushed out the death list this morning.

Xie Fanyu is angry about getting up, but obviously work is more important than sleep.

When he was extremely upset and ready to go out, there were less than 10 minutes left before the death of the nearest person.

This time, the destination was Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School, and social vehicles couldn't drive in. Xie Fanyu could only park the car in the parking space outside the school gate, and entered the school in a state of soul.

The management of Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School is strict, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without the internal teacher's greeting.It was Sunday morning, and students would return to school for evening self-study in the afternoon, so there was no one in the school.

Xie Fanyu picked up the tablet. Of course, the tablet also became a spirit body with him, and the place of death on it became more detailed as it went deeper.

"Teacher's dormitory in Xiyi Building..." Xie Fanyu followed the navigation and walked to the downstairs of the dormitory.

Looking up, there was a figure standing on the top of the sixth floor. It was a teacher. Xie Fanyu's vision allowed him to see the numbness and relief on her face directly.

She swayed, with her arms wide open, and fell down from above.

With a muffled sound, the distorted person was already lying on the ground in front of Xie Fanyu, facing the ground, and fresh blood seeped out from under her body.

Xie Fanyu frowned, reluctantly stepped forward to hold the woman's arm, and pulled her soul out.

"Lu Xiuyun, right?" Xie Fanyu glanced at the tablet, "32 years old, middle school Chinese teacher, jumped off the building."

Lu Xiuyun was stunned by this development beyond her imagination: "I... am I still alive?"

"You are dead." Xie Fanyu said, "Look behind you, your body is there."

Lu Xiuyun turned her head away, her body shook, and she took a few steps back with a hollow expression on her face.

"I'm finally dead..." Lu Xiuyun murmured, lowering her head and covering her face.

"You are the first suicide person I met in Ningcheng." Xie Fanyu glanced at her, "You still committed suicide in school."

"I can't help it," Lu Xiuyun cried, as if she wanted to release all the misfortunes she had encountered during her lifetime. "My husband cheated on me and wants to divorce me, and my mother-in-law looks down on me, and I'm ridiculed every day. I'm under too much pressure at work. The new teacher They all became language team leaders..."

"It's useless to say these things," Xie Fanyu summoned the gate of the underworld, "You have already made your own choice."

He pointed to the door: "Go, your old mother-in-law and school are not inside."

"People who commit suicide will go to hell." Lu Xiuyun whispered, and walked in step by step.

hell?Xie Fanyu laughed. Human beings always like to make up things they don't understand. The underworld is not hell, and it may be more beautiful than the human world.