[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

What does death feel like?

On Thanksgiving night, McGee was in a car accident while driving home.During his lifetime, he believed that God would save everything and take away the souls of believers after death so that they could obtain eternal life.As he sensed what was happening, he felt it was time to return to the arms of God.

After struggling painfully in a car accident, he fell into darkness.

The sudden ray of light made him a little confused, and he followed the ray of light through the dark space.In the blink of an eye, he was back on the road where the accident happened.

But something is different, he found himself suspended in mid-air, below is the smoke from the collision of the vehicles.

And the person in the car... was himself.

The "he" in the car had his eyes closed tightly, was trapped between the steering wheel and the seat, and his head was covered in blood.

He tried to get close to himself, only to find that his hands went straight through when they touched the shell of the vehicle.

He made a sound in surprise, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Is he... already dead?

"It's such a shame to have this kind of tragedy on Thanksgiving."

McGee turned his head when he heard the sound, and it was a young woman who was also suspended in the air who said this.

She had long reddish-brown hair, and when she caught him looking at her, she gave him a friendly smile.

who are you?

He opened his mouth, only to realize that he couldn't make a sound.

"What a pity."

A man stepped out from behind the woman.

What left McGee's first impression was a special scythe in his hand. It was about 2 meters long, and the crescent-like blade exuded a silver-black luster, which made him feel chills.

The man grabbed the free hand and pulled the young woman into his arms. There was a strange orange pendant hanging on his chest, which was emitting a faint light at this time.Unlike her, this man's eyes followed the people around him all the time, and Maggie felt that he didn't exist in his eyes, and he didn't take a look at himself.

"Today is Thanksgiving, don't tell me you don't know!" McGee heard the woman say, "shopping, praying, family reunion, expressing gratitude to the gods..."

"Thanks to the gods?" The man interrupted her, "Since the gods don't include me, why should I know?"

"..."

McGee was a little confused.

He had many questions, but he couldn't ask any of them.

"What do you want to say?" The woman asked him suddenly.

He opened his mouth and told her that he really wanted to talk.

"Osiris, let him talk about it, today is a holiday."

"Jana..." The man named Osiris called out the woman's name, feeling helpless and obedient.

The next moment, McGee found himself able to speak.

"Are you ... the messengers sent by God to fetch me?"

After his words fell, he found the man named Osiris, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "God? It seems that the gods you worship didn't bless you in peace during the festival."

As if she had gotten used to the man's way of speaking, Jana replied kindly: "It seems that you know your current situation, but we are not some kind of messenger sent by God, he is the god of death... But it is not aimed at you, All souls are harvested by him, and it has nothing to do with the God you speak of."

"...So." Maggie sighed, "Then am I going to hell?"

Osiris gave him a disdainful look.

"Look, Janna. The hell that is associated with me is hell, and the one that appears together with the gods they say that they don't care about their life and death is heaven."

Janna patted him reassuringly, and then asked McGee, "Are you going home for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes..." McGee glanced at his miserable body in the car, and said sadly, "But I can't go back, I just came back from a business trip, and I didn't even see my family for the last time. thing."

"It's not necessarily impossible to go back." Janna smiled at him, "Since it's Thanksgiving, let's give you a gift."

Her words seemed to arouse Osiris' slight dissatisfaction, "Us? I didn't promise him anything. Besides, today is Thanksgiving, not Christmas. What gift do you give?"

The woman immediately felt aggrieved, she bit her lip, and said pitifully: "Aren't you willing to go back to 'us' with me? Didn't you say before that you wouldn't do it yourself to accompany me on vacation? The result is still I stopped on the way, and now you have rejected such a small request, I..."

When she said that, the circles of her eyes turned a little red.

"Jana, stop talking..." Osiris interrupted her, and he touched her lips lightly, "I promise you."

The woman's face changed in a second, and she blinked slyly.

"Before he changes his mind, tell me where your family lives?"

So McGee found himself back in his home in the next second.

The daughter is drawing pictures in front of the TV, the wife is preparing dinner, and today both parents are here, ready to wait for him to come back to spend the holiday together. A huge steaming turkey is placed in the center of the dining table...

Maggie couldn't hold back, and touched the tears.

How sad would they be if they knew that they had encountered a car accident on the way...

"I'm very sorry……"

Janna comforted behind him.

McGee forced himself to remain calm, "Thank you for allowing me to see my family for the last time."

"No... Thank him if you want to thank him, the benevolent god of death."

McGee was startled, and found that the man next to him was obviously speechless.

"Your Excellency Death, thank you..." He felt that he still needed to thank you, "Mercy."

It's just a little weird.

After he finished speaking, a strong beam of light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, making him very uncomfortable.

His family disappeared in front of him, including the man who claimed to be the god of death, and the woman who was still talking, and was finally replaced by noisy voices in his ears and bright white light beams.

"The rescue is back! The patient regained consciousness!"

He heard someone shout.

what's the situation?He...isn't dead?

But regardless of whether he died or not, his beliefs may have to be slightly changed because of this accident.

God?No, God of Death understand?

***

When Janna saw the spirit disappear in front of her, she thought he had left this world.

Osiris then proposes that he also wants gifts.

"Today is Thanksgiving, not Christmas, what gift do you want?" The same words in her mouth became weaker and weaker, "...well, what gift do you want?"

When they returned to the residence, Osiris hugged her without saying a word, took her into his arms, and kissed her for the first time. Janna knew what the gift he wanted was.

She seemed to have dug a big hole for herself.

……

"That man is not dead?" Janna's throat was hoarse when she said this, and she was tortured half to death by him, "but his soul has obviously left his body!"

"That's why I stopped to take a look. Although his soul has left his body, he is not on the list." Osiris was still close to her, "This shows that this state is only temporary, and the body has been severely injured. It happens that the soul leaves the body unconsciously. You belonged to this category too, but in a more special way."

"..." Janna was a little embarrassed, "Then I naively told him that he is already dead, and you are the god of death who came to harvest his soul..."

"I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but you didn't give me a chance." Osiris was glad that he didn't say it at the time and got the chance now, "You still have to let him go back to see his family, so you won't be afraid that he will be overly sad, soul Can't go back to the body again?"

Janna: "..."

Forgive her, she really didn't know anything at the time.

"Then his soul disappeared in the end, which means that he should be rescued at that time. Shouldn't this be a bad thing?" Janna moved and found a more comfortable position in his arms, "If people don't If you die, then I am equivalent to promoting your kindness to the living? You will soon become one of the gods to be thanked on Thanksgiving, are you happy?"

"..."

Forget it, anyway, he is quite happy now.