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The snow is still falling;
people around,
Began less and less,
Like a broken movie theater,
It is getting more and more depressed.
Zhou Ze has been standing on the spot, even though the snow has slowly covered him, slowly piling him up into a "snowman".
The person who smashed the car is gone,
The onlookers also disappeared,
The people who fell on the ground also disappeared,
slowly,
The car is gone too,
Between heaven and earth, only this white expanse is left, so clean;
The only glaring thing was the scarlet puddle on the ground.
It is like a stain, which cannot be washed off no matter how much you wash it, and cannot be wiped off no matter how you rub it,
It persists stubbornly,
It is so intrusive, so uncomfortable.
In the crimson,
The old man kept shouting,
It seems to be venting the depression that has been suppressed for a long time.
"Now, do you know what I am?"
It seems that the vent is over,
Like tired,
I also feel bored and uninteresting,
The old man walked out of the blushing.
Still dressed in the green coat, the same pair of liberation shoes with muddy soles, and the image of an old farmer, he even sniffed his nose, wiped it with the back of his hand, and threw it to the ground.
Zhou Ze nodded.
"You are dead, that old man."
"Yes, he is 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 hips on his hips, and seemed to want to continue cursing, but it seemed he couldn't do it anymore.
The old man is dead, but he still exists.
Xu Qinglang's master is dead, but his master will continue to appear in the future.
He is a demon, floating in the sky, he will fall, and he will enter a person's body. Xu Qinglang's master is the last one, and because of this, that person can understand the mystery, become obsessed, and become a wandering demon. The celestial master in the world, even the local ghost messengers dare not touch him.
A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze, he was really killed, but the one who died was Xu Qinglang's master, the real evil, the devil who created all this, he was just washed away .
He hid in a dark corner and slowly licked the wound,
He hid among the crowd and silently accumulated strength again,
He is waiting for the time to pass slowly, he is looking for the next possessor, this is his destiny, and also his reincarnation, just like the little Lolita and the gang of ghosts who are always looking for a boarding house after entering the underworld from hell The body has a reason.
he,
also need.
"Do you know how old I am?" the old man asked Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"Very old, so old that I almost forgot what I looked like at the beginning. The storyteller said that every plant and tree has God's will!
But I just can't figure it out, can't understand it, let alone find out, what is the meaning of my fucking existence. "
The old man was talking,
On the left side of his body, the heavy snow disappeared, and an old street appeared.
There are cries and various small shops on the street,
There is also a platform with people kneeling on it.
"The farthest time in my memory, and the clearest time in my memory, is this time."
Caishikou,
There are more and more people.
Unknowingly, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people. The clothes on everyone's bodies were basically dusty, and there was a long braid on the back of their heads.
greasy,
Watery.
This scene seems familiar.
An executioner escorted the man onto the stage, the knife was sharpened, and the man knelt down.
The onlookers below began to cry and 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 them.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves swept across. The executioner took a sip of wine and heard a cry from the audience.
The death row prisoner didn't cry, he continued to kneel, but his waist was straight, while the people watching below were crying for his misfortune.nbsp;When the firefighters and the police officers mourn the death of a life together and even cry and shed tears,
A few troublemakers actually sneaked through the isolation zone and rushed to the body that had just been salvaged, and lifted the white canvas covering the body,
Look at the appearance after drowning.
All of these can become their talk in the future. For example, when drinking with friends, they can brag about the person on the bridge who jumped into the river and committed suicide a while ago. It was a terrible death. I have seen it with my own eyes.
The two ends of the line,
There is a lot of turmoil,
And it started getting more and more chaotic.
In the end,
The figure of the old man is also getting weaker and weaker. He spread his hands out, very helpless, very at a loss, as if he was more mournful than heartbroken:
"I want to die."
It was his last lament,
Then, he waved to Zhou Ze,
"Goodbye, when I come back next time, pleasekill me completely."
"Om"
around,
Light and shadow began to tremble,
Zhou Ze raised his head silently,
He was still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, holding a towel ready to wipe his face in his hand, and in front of him was still the mirror.
Behind him, there is no shadow, and no old man.
Zhou Ze didn't feel dizzy, nor was he confused, nor did he feel any discomfort.
The old man said that this is an extremely simple illusion, so simple that Zhou Ze himself can easily wake up from it.
Naturally, this simple illusion would not have any physical impact on Zhou Ze.
Continue to pick up the towel,
Wipe your face,
But the water on my face has long since dried up,
Wipe it now,
It's sweat,
Cold sweat.
Walking out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down at his favorite window seat, where the afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow.
In the originally lively bookstore, most people were recovering from their injuries on the second floor, but now Boss Zhou was left alone sitting below.
I don't know why,
Zhou Ze felt a little cold,
It's a colder feeling than that night a week ago,
Even comparable to the feeling when I walked Huangquan Road for the first time,
Because this is the first time Zhou Ze has come into contact with this kind of thing.
It is not a dead soul,
It is not a living thing either,
It has no form, and it doesn't even know what it is,
But it looks like a demon, with its eyes wide open,
On this day,
Whether it is windy or rainy, or bright and bright,
It is watching everything below,
And ready to wave his own devil's wings,
Come down.
This gaze,
Known to last for a hundred years,
under,
May continue to continue,
I don't know how many hundred years it will last.
Just like the words that the person in my body deliberately left behind after killing him:
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