It takes seven days for a person to die completely

It was dusk, it was the fifth watch, I walked through the dim light cast by street lamps, watching the floating dust in my body shine brightly under the light.

Maybe it was because of the dim light that my eyes were confused, but I noticed a group of shapeless figures in front of me, flickering and flickering.I blinked my eyelids, trying to see what it was, but it came uninvited and flashed in front of me, making me take a step back in fright.

"Can you see me?" His slightly languid and hoarse adult voice allowed me to imagine what his indistinct face looked like before he was alive. It is probably most appropriate to evaluate it as an otaku.

Before I could answer, he said to himself again: "Am I not dead yet? Or are you dead? Or are you capable of psychic?" A series of stand-up comics made me wonder whether he was injured when he died. brain.

"Can't you see? My body has begun to become transparent." I sighed helplessly.

"So, you're dead?" Even though his face was getting blurred, I could still feel the light in his heart dimming. "I wanted to ask you to bring a letter, but it seems that it won't work."

I was speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere became more and more awkward.But I will not leave. Finding a companion in this world is my great delusion after death.

"How did you die? Your face and body..." I found the most suitable topic and asked the question I wanted to know the most.

"I'm from a chemical plant," he paused. "There was a problem with the pipeline in our factory. The pipeline carrying the concentrated sulfuric acid broke... when I happened to pass by."

I said "Oh" because I couldn't think of any words to express my sympathy.This way of dying is too weird and cruel. Just a few words from him made me think of a mass of black charred lumps that were burned by chemical reagents, bumping around in pain.

After he finished talking, he let out a long sigh of frustration, and looked at me with eyes that blended with his face, "It will be dawn soon, this is my seventh day and my last day. I have been wandering outside, On the last day, I want to go home and see... Do you know why I miss you so much? I want you to trust me so much..." His tone began to choke, "Today should be mine Wedding...I dare not go back"

"Go back," I said, "I'll accompany you. Otherwise, the moment you die, you will feel remorse in your heart."

He was silent for a while, and said slowly: "I never thought that I would owe someone a favor even when I die..."

...

His home wasn't far from here, but as we got there, the skyline glowed white as we chatted together.

I told him the story between me and Mo, and he was silent for a few seconds before commenting:

"You love too hard."

Perhaps, as he said, we are indeed working hard.I treat this relationship more carefully than cautiously. It is too fragile, so that I dare not touch it lightly, for fear of breaking it into pieces.

We held hands, hugged, kissed, we turned clouds and rain in the dead of night.But when I panted and murmured I love you under the hazy moonlight, he returned:

"You shouldn't love me."

The memories of the past came to an abrupt end when we arrived at the coffin, and the man I called Jiaokuai whispered in a trembling voice: "I'm actually back...I'm back..."

He looked around his mourning hall, and his eyes finally fell on the black and white photo on the mourning hall, which was not much different from my guess - a young man with stubble, expressionless facing the camera.

"Here she is!" I followed where he pointed, and it was a woman with disheveled hair, a plain appearance, red and swollen eyes that protruded strangely, carelessly rubbing the black veil on her shoulders.

Jiao Kuai was speechless for a moment, he walked up to the woman, pretended to hold her face and said, "You have lost a lot of weight."

No one responded to him.

I noticed that his body was disappearing from the lower part of the body, but he still maintained this movement.

In the end, there was nothing left.