It was still snowing.
The people around him,
It began to decrease,
It was like a movie theater that had ended,
It was getting more and more depressed.
Zhou Ze stood where he was, allowing the snow to slowly cover him, slowly piling him into a "Snowman".
The person who smashed the car was gone,
The onlookers were also gone,
The person who fell to the ground was also gone,
Slowly..,
The car was also gone,
Between heaven and earth, there was only this vast expanse of whiteness left
The only thing that was eye-catching was the scarlet pool on the ground.
It was like a stain that could not be washed off no matter how hard it was wiped,
It stubbornly existed,
She was such an eyesore, so uncomfortable.
In the scarlet red..,
The old man kept shouting,
It was as if he was venting his long-suppressed emotions.
"Now, do you know what I am?"
It was as if he had finished venting,
It was as if he was tired,
It was also because he felt bored and bored,
The old man walked out of the scarlet red.
He was still dressed in the same green coat, the same pair of muddy liberation shoes, and the same image of an old farmer. He even sniffed his nose, wiped it with the back of his hand, and then threw it to the ground.
Zhou ze nodded.
"You're already dead, that old man."
"Yes, he's already dead, but I can't die. Every time I die, I have to come back, change someone, and start over."
The old man put his hands on his waist as if he wanted to continue cursing, but it seemed like he couldn't.
The old man was dead, but he still existed.
Xu Qinglang's master was dead, but his master would continue to appear in the future.
He was a demon, floating in the sky. He would fall, and he would enter a person's body. Xu Qinglang's master was the previous one. Because of this, that person was able to understand the profound, to have a deep obsession, and to become a Celestial Master who wandered the human world. Even the local ghost guards did not dare to touch him.
A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze. He was really killed, but the one who died was only Xu Qinglang's master, the real evil, the demon who created all of this. He was only washed away.
He hid in a dark corner and slowly licked his wounds,
He hid in the crowd and quietly gathered his strength again.
He was waiting for time to slowly pass. He was looking for the next person to possess his body. This was his destiny and also his reincarnation. It was similar to the reason why Little Lolita and the other ghost messengers had to find a host body after entering the world of the living from hell.
He..,
I need it too.
"Do you know how old I am?" the old man asked Zhou ze.
Zhou ze shook his head.
"I'm very, very old. I'm so old that I've almost forgotten what I looked like in the beginning. The storyteller said that every blade of grass and every tree has the will of the heavens!
But I just can't figure it out, I can't understand it, and I can't find the f * cking meaning of my existence. "
As the old man spoke,
On his left, the snow disappeared, and an old street appeared.
There were hawkers on the street, and there were all kinds of small shops.
There was also a platform with a person kneeling on it.
"This is the farthest I can remember, and the one I can remember the most clearly."
Caishikou.
More and more people came.
Unknowingly, Zhou ze found himself surrounded by people. Everyone's clothes were basically gray, and they had a long braid on the back of their heads.
Greasy.
Woof.
This scene seemed familiar.
An executioner escorted a person onto the platform. The knife had been sharpened, and the person had already knelt down.
The onlookers below began to cry, and they also began to sob.
Some covered their eyes, not daring to look,
Some covered their ears, not daring to listen,
Some simply turned around, not even daring to face it.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were swept away. The executioner took a sip of wine and heard the cries below the stage.
The death row prisoner did not cry. He continued to kneel, but his back was straight. The onlookers below were crying for his misfortune. They were shaking their heads, feeling pity, melancholy, and sorrowful for the loss of life.
In front of Zhou Ze.
The old man's eyes were dull.
He walked in front of Zhou Ze.
He stretched out his hand to help Zhou Ze tidy his collar like a kind elder. He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and continued,
"I asked you to come here to ask you something."
"Speak."
"I'm dead, and I won't be able to come back in a short period of time. But maybe in a few years, a dozen years, or even a few decades, I'll still have to come back.
"So, I beg you, when I come back next time, kill me, okay?
"This guy's family has some ancestral things. I'll tell you the location. Go and take a look. You should be able to get some good stuff. If you like it, take it and play with it. He's already dead anyway."
"You shouldn't have said that to me," Zhou Ze replied.
He should have said it to the one in his body.
A strange smile appeared on the old man's face. He looked at Zhou Ze, licked his lips, and said,
"It's the same."
"How long until you come back?"
"Soon."
The old man revealed an expression as if he had nothing to live for,
He waved his right hand.
A bridge appeared.
A line.
It divided two worlds.
On the left was the market a hundred years ago.
On the right was the modern bridge.
On the platform at the market, there was an executioner holding a knife, and a prisoner on death row was kneeling.
On the bridge, there was a man squatting on the bridge, and he could fall at any time.
A line divided a hundred years of time.
"People often say that time can change everything."
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "But there are some things that even time can't do anything about. I feel that the next time I come back, it won't be too long. Just you wait.
Maybe I'll look for you the next time I come back. "
Under the bridge, there were many people gathered there to watch. There were so many onlookers that the operation of the bridge was paralyzed.
The police rushed over to maintain order. They maintained the cordon and asked the onlookers to retreat a little. However, the people in front squeezed forward, and the people at the back pushed forward. There was no way to disperse.
Everyone was as enthusiastic as when they went to the cinema in the early years to squeeze onto the bus to buy things from the supply and marketing cooperative.
The firefighters had already set up the ropes and were ready to risk their lives to save people.
"Jump, hurry up and jump!"
"F * ck, why aren't you jumping? The sun is burning me to death!"
"I say, brother, are you going to jump or not? Make a sound. If you don't jump, I have to go back to cook."
"Be faster, your movements are more standard, and the water splashes are smaller. Only then will your technical movements be higher!"
The people who were shouting below urged them to vent their dissatisfaction. At the same time, they took out their phones, took photos and videos, and then posted them on Weibo:
"I'm so worried about him. Why did he jump off the building? Hurry up and come down!"
"Life is very precious. For everyone, it's only once. I hope that the brothers above can get over it and come down as soon as possible!"
"Come down. Life will inevitably encounter twists and turns. There's nothing you can't get over. You still have your family and friends to continue supporting you. You still have us down there to worry about you!"
"I'm really worried for this brother above. Don't jump. Uncle Fireman, come on. You must save him!"
After posting,
He put down his phone,
Everyone endured the scorching sun,
He began to urge the person above to hurry up, be quick, and be fast. The sun was too hot, and there were no umbrellas here. There was also no convenience store to buy a bottle of iced cola.
"A hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.
"Pu!"
On the left side of the line, the executioner's broadsword fell, and the head rolled.
"Plop!"
On the right side of the line, the man jumped down from the bridge and smashed into the water.
The world seemed to have fallen into a kind of silence,
It was a strange silence.
Then..,
On both sides of the line..,
They boiled together.
At the entrance of the market, a group of people ran over with steamed buns in their hands to dip them in blood. The people who snatched them shouted, "Human blood steamed buns can cure all diseases!"
At the bridge..,
When the firefighters and police officers mourned for the loss of a life, and even cried and shed tears..,
A few busybodies actually sneaked through the isolation belt and rushed to the body that had just been salvaged. They lifted the white canvas covering the body,
Looking at the appearance of the drowned body.
These could all become topics for them to talk about in the future. For example, when they were drinking with their friends, they could brag about the person on the bridge who jumped into the river to commit suicide a while ago. He died a miserable death. I saw it with my own eyes.
At both ends of the line..,
There was a lot of disturbance..,
And it began to get more and more chaotic.
In the end..,
The old man's figure was also getting fainter and fainter. He spread his hands, very helpless, very helpless, as if there was nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart:
"I want to die."
This was his last sigh,
Then, he waved at Zhou Ze,
"Goodbye. When I come back next time, I beg you … Kill me completely."
"Buzz..."
All around..,
Light and shadow began to tremble,
Zhou Ze silently raised his head,
He was still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, still holding the towel that he was preparing to wipe his face with. In front of him, there was still the mirror.
Behind him, there was no black shadow, nor was there an old man.
Zhou Ze did not feel dizzy, nor did he feel confused. He did not feel any discomfort.
The old man had said that this was an extremely simple illusion. It was so simple that Zhou Ze himself could easily wake up from it.
This kind of simple illusion naturally would not bring any physiological effects to Zhou Ze.
He continued to pick up the towel,
To wipe his face,
But the water on his face had long dried,
Now it was wiped,
It was sweat,
Cold sweat.
After walking out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down at his favorite seat by the window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone here, dragging out a long shadow.
In the originally bustling bookstore, most of the people were recuperating on the second floor. Now, boss Zhou was the only one sitting below.
For some reason..,
Zhou Ze felt a little cold,
This was a feeling that was even colder than that night a week ago,
It was even comparable to the feeling when he first walked the Yellow Springs Road,
Because this was the first time Zhou Ze had come into contact with such a thing,
It was not a dead soul,
It was not a living creature,
It had no form, and it did not even know what it was,
But it was like a demon, staring with its eyes wide open,
In this sky,
Whether it was the wind or the rain, or the clear sky,
It was watching everything that was happening below it.
And was ready to flap its demon wings at any time,
It descended.
This kind of gaze,
It was known that it had lasted for a hundred years,
Below,
It might continue,
It was unknown how many hundred years it would last.
It was just like the words that the person in his body had deliberately left behind after killing him: