It takes seven days for a person to die completely

The world seen by a person after death is the same as when he was alive.

On the vast streets, no one cries for me.All living beings are still working in a cycle day after day, and their expressions are mixed with tiredness, joy, or resentment.

They walked quickly through the streets and alleys, with different faces and different moods, but no one was like me, stagnating among the shadows, watching them pass through my soul without knowing it, it was very interesting.

Rather than being bored, it would be better to say that I want to do too much, and I don't know where to start for a while.I have had this strange sense of hesitation before, but it has never been as strong as it is now.

I let go of the feathered body, letting it break free from its shackles and float up unrestrained.Looking at the small mountains, I saw a group of people not far away who looked like a group of ants gathering for delicacies, enclosing the foot of the building with water.

Hi, interesting.I thought, and swooped over like a bird spreading its wings and feathers, ignoring all obstacles, and flashed into the crowd in a flash.

Take a closer look, oh—it's just a young man who has gone astray and stands on the top of a tall building, trying to scare people.

I got closer to him, and I could see his trembling legs, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. I heard a murmur from the crowd, "I'm going to jump!" a middle-aged man yelled ironically. road.

"That's right, it's been a long time, and I still don't dance." More and more people began to echo.I caught a glimpse of the boy's legs trembling a little more.

"Jump down!" said the chaotic voices.The boy stood firm suddenly, as if he had decided on something decisively.

"Jump down!" Almost everyone started booing.The boy's knees were rather bent.

"Jump down—" the calls came one after another, and my emotions were aroused, and I lip-synched with the crowd.

What rewards us is the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then there were sharp shouts from the crowd, screams from people pushing and shoving, and wailing from parents, relatives and friends.

Between the sticks of incense, the crowd diluted and dissipated.After all, no one wants to play around in front of an unlucky pool of blood and flesh.

I took a closer look at the body, and felt no discomfort.Dead bodies are commonplace for me, and I'm in a profession where I'm constantly exposed to them.

Therefore, whenever I come home smelly and open my arms for a hug from Mosuo, he usually pushes away my close shoulders and urges me to wash my body well so as not to let him clean the house. Labor is in vain.

I curled my lips and thought, this person is too dishonest. Obviously, every time I fell down, covered in blood, he was the first one to rush up to hug me. After a few days of coma, when I woke up, he was the first one to see me. Also him.

Coincidentally, at the moment of my death, that is, when my soul and body were separated, all I could think about was him.

Talking too far, I forgot the surging feelings of facing this corpse. I admit that I was wrong, but I will never give my precious apology for this.

Humans are inherently mortal, and they die in various ways, but it is nothing more than suicide or homicide.I belong to the latter, and I don't complain about this way of dying.Although my desire to survive is very strong, at least I was thrown in by white knives and red knives out, and I ended up in a terrible situation.Not like that pitiful child - it's really ugly to have a dead body in a different place.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority, and wanted to express this spontaneous emotion with a smile.But I found that my face seemed to have turned into a puddle of stagnant water. No matter how much I was emotionally blown by wind and rain, there would be no waves at all, and I couldn't make any expressions.