I received a bounce from a non-existent player

Not all lovers hope that their significant other is safe and happy after death.

Of course Liu Feng was concerned about Yu Hui, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed in the morgue after death and refused to leave.That day, after the man stepped on the burning paper money in front of his grave, he was taken aback as if he sensed something, and then laughed: It seems that even if I don't put out the fire, you won't be able to enter reincarnation.

As for Liu Feng, he hates Yu Hui.

In fact, most of the relationships that do not end satisfactorily, go through repeated tosses and are difficult to let go, the final substitute for love is hatred, especially after the death of one party.It's not that I hate outright, it's just that I love deeply, I can't ask for it, and I regret death, and the feeling will change.

Liu Feng hated her.

Not long after he died, he was not angry enough to leave the mortuary, so he sat alone on the edge of the mortuary bed. He put on a medical gown that no one else wanted over his charred shirt that night. A ring that can be given away.

There are no ghosts in the morgue.The corpses were all lying quietly.Occasionally, there were a few who were unwilling to leave, and they all left obediently after crying for two or three days.

He is the only ghost left.

He hated her, but not deeply. When he was conscious during the day, what he thought about most was her leaving.

When he was still down and out, it was enough for her to wait a little longer; even after he was promoted, no matter what capacity she came back, he would gladly accept it.He gave up his ambition, abandoned his medical ethics, and lived every day in contempt for himself, all because of her.

But she just didn't come back.

He was thinking vaguely that the only way for him to leave was probably to see her again.Seeing it once, he doesn't hate it anymore.

But with his current state, how could he see her again?

The longer the wait, the deeper the grievances.

Things took an unexpected turn.About a year later, when he smelled the long-lost breath, he almost went crazy—although he didn't have much sanity left, and then tried his best to let the elevator she took come to his floor.

The empty chest almost started pulsating again as she approached.He rushed to the wall, thinking he could get through.

But he didn't, and the noise he made startled her too.She ran all the way screaming, and he followed until she reached the main entrance of the morgue.

He lost his eyes and couldn't see, but he vaguely remembered that the door was not thick.If he can't go through the wall, he thinks he can break through the door.

He squeezed the ring tightly into his bloody palm, and bumped into it.

"bang"

Thick black blood stuck between him and the iron gate.

"Ah—!" Her scream came from outside the door, "Help!! Help!! Is there anyone—"

"bang"

The bones sank deep into the muddy flesh.

He was very weak, listening to her heart-piercing cry, trying to comfort her, but he was at a loss.

"It's me," his scorched tongue wriggled, "it's me." But his stiff and rotten throat couldn't articulate the words clearly.

"Help—help—"

The word "save" seemed to stimulate him something.In her vague memory, she cried and said that he knew how to save patients, and she had never saved her, who was very hard.

He slammed into the iron door over and over again, causing his already loose body to be broken even more. He opened his mouth and howled vaguely: "I'm here to save you...I'm here to save you..."

The person on the opposite side didn't seem to hear clearly, and was still crying.

The door is about to open.He could feel that the iron gate had been slightly deformed.Just give him a little space, a little gap to get through—

"Who's there?" a voice called from the side of the corridor.

The door instantly returned to its original state, and a force pushed him back into the morgue.

That was the security guard patrolling this floor, and he always carried the prayer beads left to him by the previous old security guard.

"No——!!!!" He yelled in pain, wanting to rush over again.

But it's useless.An invisible barrier separated him from the door, not even his voice could pass through.

He desperately called her name, rushed forward repeatedly, but was overturned to the ground over and over again.

He roared and cried, but she just followed the security guard in fear, leaving the place where he could sense her.

She didn't wait for him to propose marriage when he was alive, and she didn't wait for him to come out to meet after his death...

The hatred for the failure to fulfill the wish and the recurrence of the past surged in an instant.He was unwilling, mournful, with dark yellow mucus dripping from his empty eye sockets, howling and tearing his own flesh and blood.

Hate, hate, hate - not just to see!He still wants to take her away! !

If life cannot be together, and life and death cannot be separated, then it is okay to die! !

If the sale of organs during birth can regenerate him, what about the organs after death?

Thinking of this, he frantically turned around and rushed towards the corpse on the mortuary bed, ripped open the abdominal cavity, held a mass of viscera to his mouth, and ate it voraciously.

He never thought that doing this would restore his spirit body, and he ate like crazy for a while, his mind gradually became clearer, his body gradually became better, and a pair of eyeballs also condensed in their eye sockets.

It was a pair of extremely hateful eyes.Resentment was about to spurt out of his eyes like blood splashing from his hands.

After a long time, he put down his hands that were dripping with blood but had intact skin and flesh, stood up straight, and casually glanced around the morgue.

Don't you want money?

The money for so many organs...is it enough for you to keep it?

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one year later.in a ward.

The patient lying on the bed sat up straight: "Sorry, I didn't notice someone coming..."

"It's okay, I've just been here, please move slowly." Wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, he smiled politely, glanced at a kidney under the patient's skin that obviously didn't belong to her, and picked up the medical records on the bedside It looked like, "It's an internal organ problem."

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Just like the gang leader could break Lu Xiaoyu's hand before leaving, Liu Feng could also take Yu Hui away before leaving.

That day Yu Hui leaned over the balcony and lit a cigarette uncommonly.Recently, when her husband was away from home, she also learned to smoke and use nicotine to calm her emotions.

The smoke from his mouth slowly dissipated.She glanced sideways at the glass door next to her, which reflected the tired face of a woman.

She stared at her own reflection, took a long puff of cigarette, and somehow thought of Liu Feng: If he was still alive, she wondered if he would be as unrecognizable as herself.

After taking a few more puffs, she clearly felt that there was something behind her. Could it be that the thought of her husband returning home flashed by, she hurriedly put down the cigarette in her hand and looked back, but there was nothing behind her.

illusion?

She glanced blankly at the empty living room, and suddenly something fell in front of her feet.

She didn't react for a while, and looked down, and saw that it was a group photo with one corner burning and black smoke rising.The girl in the photo gestured victory to the camera, and the boy beside her was kissing her temples... who else could it be if it wasn't her and Liu Feng.

"Liu——" She took a breath in surprise. Although she didn't know why the photo that she hadn't seen for many years suddenly appeared like this, but seeing that it was burning badly, she squatted down and reached out to pick it up.

However, the moment her fingertips touched it, the photo was immediately engulfed by a burst of fire.

Although she retracted her hand in time, she still screamed in pain from being burned. Other than burning pain, there was nothing wrong with her other fingers, except for a blister on the tip of her ring finger.The fire seemed a little unusual.

"This..." She stared blankly at the photo curled up in the fire, gradually burning to ashes.

Scorch marks slowly climbed up the faces of the two people in the photo.Under the distortion of the flames, she could vaguely see her bright smiling face and the slightly green side face of another person.

Liu Feng stood beside her, with hollow eye sockets hanging down, as if looking at her.

The fire should have swallowed her whole.

For Liu Feng, since he suffered the same poverty in life, he must die in the same pain. After all, this is romantic enough to be worthy of their story.

However, the full of resentment was gradually cleared with the burning of the photos.When he was single, he could hate her to the point of madness, but when he really looked at her, he lost his arrogance.

He only burned her four fingers that were supposed to wear his ring, but he didn't have the heart to let her be taken away in that way.

It seems that there is still a lot to say, but it is not so important now.

She would be happier without herself...

In fact, it doesn't matter.

He sighed.A gust of wind blew past, scattering the last of his existence into the air after the rain.

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——Zi is not a fish, An knows the joy of fish.

【Extraordinary story of non-fish (end)】