The life of a migrant worker

Life in Hell is actually pretty good, and I got used to it surprisingly quickly.

Each hell has some characteristics of each hell, so that I can feel the novelty of traveling every time I go.

Although the sense of taste of ghosts is different from that of humans due to race, there are also many strange specialties in hell, such as the hot spring eggs of the marrow sucking bird, and the edible snapdragon planted by Mr. Ghost Lamp, which can be seen by ordinary people For the ingredients to sweat.

But it is precisely because of their characteristics beyond ordinary ingredients that it just makes me taste a little bit.And because it has already been used in cooking, it is not too difficult to obtain materials, and the taste is usually verified by professionals.

So now I can eat good food for three meals a day, and when I go to report to work, I catch up with the meal time, and maybe I can meet the assistant officer to cook for me.

Now I have also planted a large area of ​​snapdragon grass outside the dormitory. Every time I pass by, I clap my hands lightly. The red animals and plants sway gently like waves one after another. The response is very live in the concert.

However, other snapdragon lovers probably plant it for ornamental purposes, and I cultivate them more like people in the world, for the convenience of planting some bean sprouts on the balcony, and then pinch them when cooking.

So far I have talked about the convenience of life, not to mention work.As far as dealing with various emergencies, I can be called handy.Because it is all related to the dead, no matter what, there is no need to be afraid of the death of the people around you.

The mascot-like kind boss, and the overly aggressive boss.

When I met someone who couldn't communicate with me, I beat him up beforehand and mixed in. No matter how I thought about it, it was absolutely impossible to appear out of line.

But even so, I still learn from my predecessors in hell with a humble attitude.

After all, compared with other ghosts and gods, even the powerful Mr. Ghost Lantern is considered shallow in age and qualifications, and as a newcomer who is less than a tenth of Mr. Ghost Lantern's age, I dare not be arrogant and complacent.

After hearing that I was a graduate of the Faculty of Medicine, the unit even funded me to study abroad to study modern medicine.Although this major was specifically determined by the former boss due to actual needs, it can be regarded as fulfilling my long-standing dream.

Mr. Ghost Lantern from Hell and Bai Ze from Taoyuan Township are both masters of pharmacy. Compared with me who graduated in a hurry under the supervisory urging of Wu Mi boss, I am several grades better. It would have been much happier if the fight had not spilled over into my stilling flask and burette.

The whole Huangquan is divided into eight hells and eight cold hells, which are divided into more than 200 small hells.

The former colleagues who fell into hell with me, I didn't have many deep emotions with them, so I couldn't find the energy to search around.Mr. Ghost Lantern manages the entire underworld in an orderly manner, so they can be entertained well without me worrying about it.

What's more, Tong Mo is a sticky brown candy that can't be shaken off. I don't really want him to mention my friendship with him in front of other jailers.On the other hand, Boss Onimai Tsuji's character is like a spoiled and unruly girlfriend. I have been talking about coaxing him for two full years.

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After returning from a business trip, I didn't receive any other assignments for the time being, so I stayed in hell to recuperate during this period.

The Obon Festival can be regarded as a major festival celebrated by both the underworld and the world.People in this world believe that sweeping tombs and offering sacrifices at this time can reunite with their dead relatives, so they always treat this day solemnly.

At this time, the underworld also opened the gates of hell, as the rumors said, allowing the dead who were usually tortured to go home to visit in the present world.

However, although the dead are given a rare holiday to go to the world to take a breather and breathe fresh air, the jailers of hell generally also take a vacation during the Yu Lan Festival.But for the police officers of Wutengu Police Station, the more festive the festival, the more overtime is required.

Although the undead who do not return on time will face the punishment of being sent to Abi Hell and broadcasting the diary of the second period throughout the region, there will always be people who knowingly commit crimes.

Moreover, the loose atmosphere of the festival will always cause accidents. Whenever the number of idlers increases sharply, everyone must work hard to maintain law and order everywhere.

The Eight Cold Hells are usually much more leisurely than the Eight Great Hells, so in fact this is something Minamoto Yoshitsune and the others should worry about.

Because ordinary people can't stand such a cold weather, the customs here are particularly special, and even the jailers and residents are guys with anti-freeze attributes——

The local ghosts and gods are fine, and the cold weather makes outsiders instinctively want to store more heat, or stay in the house honestly when they have nothing to do, so it is normal for the number of various cases to decrease.

However, due to the busy schedule, Minamoto Yoshitsune dispatched almost all the non-rested staff of the Wutengu Police Station.When everyone is busy, as the nominal officer, I can't just sit on the sidelines and drink tea.

Although I can lock the office door, put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign, or just skip work, no one will report my absence, but no matter how I think about it, such behavior seems too wicked.

When I came to work at the police station early in the morning, I saw my colleagues all staring at me indifferently, waiting for me to turn my head to look at them, and then immediately turned my head in unison to pretend that I was concentrating on my work.

...It's weird, I don't usually see them scared like this.

"Master Hesitant Sen!" The staff in the reception room stopped me. At the same time, some cold sweat faintly leaked from his forehead. It seemed that talking to me also became his source of pressure today, "There is your express delivery!"

"Then just put it in my office like before."

After he said this, I felt even more weird.

Who doesn't know that Mochizuki Mori usually lives in the dormitory of the unit, adheres to the principle of eight-hour working hours and never works overtime, so he doesn't like to be disturbed by others during non-working hours, and he will never reveal his exact address to others?

It is said to be a dormitory, but it is completely different from the two-person and four-person room when studying in college. Because of the building complex, the rooms in hell are usually very spacious, and the area is often larger than the entire living room of a modern residence.

Although Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro is my sword, Hell obviously regards the transformed Fusangshin as an individual with full civil behavior, so he is also a member of the Wutengu Police Station, and the room is next to mine.Even if Yamabuchi, who lives with me, wants to buy something, the recipient writes his name and sends it to the next door.

So if people from other places want to send me some local products, or if the next-door unit sends me any paperwork for work, they can only write "Received by Hesi Sen Mochizuki", and then let the post office send it to the Wutiangou Police Station.

In short, it is normal for the messenger room to receive my package, and it is also normal for Wu Tengu-kun in the messenger room to be in awe of me, an officer who seldom stays in the police station, but it is too much to be so afraid.

I screened the guys who might send me gifts by enumeration in my mind, but after no results, I remembered the harassment incident caused by gossip newspapers that had not subsided some time ago.

But even if you send some messy things, it won't make people scared to such a situation... Could it be that the guy who doesn't like me sent threatening letters or dangerous items as threats?

I still maintained a basic calm demeanor. Out of precautions against unexpected situations and a certain sense of safety, I couldn't help adding: "If it is a special cursed item, please mail it to Mr. Ghost Lantern."

Mr. Ghost Lantern seems to have a strange hobby for some weird things, and I think it is absolutely appropriate for him to decide the fate of tricky items.

Utengu in the reception room still looked very embarrassed, as if my request made him feel very troubled.

"It's not a cursed item..." He looked around in vain as if asking for help, and finally confessed the truth hesitantly, "However, there are too many things sent! We store some of them in your office and storage things, but the rest of the things still can't let go!"

He followed me all the way to the door of the office. After I turned the doorknob, what I saw was no longer the familiar bookcases, desks, sofas and coffee tables, but a large area of ​​flowers.

White lilies, drooping Edo chrysanthemums and velvety Saga chrysanthemums, as well as blue and lavender gladiolus, the bouquets filled all the space that could be put down, covered the desk and crowded the table, Even the ground is only a narrow path for people to pass.

Every year during the Spring Equinox, Autumn Equinox and Meng Lan Pen Festival, because of the festive atmosphere of the living offering sacrifices to the dead, the custom of giving gifts is also popular in hell.

The bouquets are packaged in different styles, perhaps not by the same person.

Although there are people who send things over from time to time on weekdays, if it is said that it is affected by the festival, it seems a bit too much to receive so much at once.I glanced at it, took out a gladiolus from the vase, and pinched its leaves casually: "...Is the sender signed?"

Wu Tengu in the reception room scratched his head: "You misunderstood, these are sacrifices offered by the living, and the package sent from the underworld is still in the warehouse."

My fingers that were crushing the blades of grass sank, and the words [Let's just take them away] twitched in my throat, and I couldn't say anything now.

Hesitant Mori Mochizuki was an unknown person before his death, and he was not as famous as Minamoto Yoshitsune or Uesugi Kenshin after his death. He thought he had little qualifications to be enshrined by others.My relatives have long since disconnected, and it is presumed that these items were offered by people who knew me well.

Brother Yatengou thoughtfully pointed out the difference for me, he said: "Look here, chrysanthemums and lilies are commonly used flowers for the dead in ceremonies, and there will be no living people in hell, so people usually don't choose these things specially. Usually, the flowers sent here are roses, tulips, or lisianthus..."

I turned my head to look at the flowers in the room, and suddenly felt that something was different.

——Who will visit my grave at this time?

I have nothing left, and nothing left to do.

The word grave is not my destination after death. This kind of boring memorial service can really be called a ignorant attachment.

After I came out of Saizhiheyuan, I didn't have the idea of ​​looking for my former friends.

Each of these guys is a very good person. After saying goodbye to me, their lives will go on smoothly.

Ghost Mai Tsuji has been defeated by me, and there is no excuse not to live a good life in the next life.They should try their best to pursue what they want, and then they will naturally be happy and live a long life... Maybe they will get married!Find someone you are willing to spend your whole life with, and fall in love together——

For most people, starting a family with someone you love is a wonderful thing, right?The seventeen and eighteen-year-old boys and girls I know have gradually grown up and become more determined and mature.Their friendship is still there, and the children under their knees can still run and play together, repeating the youth of the elders day after day...

In the end, after death, I will ascend to the kingdom of heaven. No matter how I think about it, I will never go to the same place as me.

So I put these things aside for the time being, after all--'If you turn the page, let it turn the page! '

60 years have passed, and seeing the phantoms of the dead is only adding emotion and sadness.

And Yatengu-kun was still there apologizing again and again, he said: "I didn't think carefully and this situation happened! Mr. Hesi Mori, we will be fully prepared by this time next year, and we will be ready!"

I took the padded handkerchief from under the vase of lilies, and offered him a token reassurance that he was not to blame for the incident.

"I never thought that such a thing would happen..." Staring at the water bamboo pattern on the indigo cloth, I gently expressed some true thoughts in my heart, "But it doesn't matter, such a spectacular scene will become more and more beautiful in the future." Come less and less."

When the last person who remembers me dies, maybe what I receive will not be as good as the Musashibo Benkei next to Ushiwakamaru.

Thank you, but the dead don't need the living to remember.