I closed my eyes forever, and the onlookers may never understand why there was a satisfied smile on my lips while enjoying the rare view of jumping off a building.
Death is full of pleasure and comfort, rare tranquility and eternal quietness, so what if it dies, dies, dies.
"Suicide is equivalent to murder. If you do this, you will go to hell and be punished."
This voice is very nice, several times better than the voice of the male host of the late-night radio station I like, "Ghost Talk". Well, it seems that Hades has begun to pay attention to corporate image.
"It's better to be dead than alive. It's better not to have a body riddled with wounds and endless pain." I replied.
"If I give you a chance to be reborn, what do you want?" The sound of whirling book pages came from the darkness.
"I just want to have a healthy body." He said calmly, looking in the direction of the voice.
"Can I understand that you are full of attachment to this world?" He chuckled, only the sound was heard but no one was seen.
"Whatever, I just feel a bit dissatisfied that I haven't dated the squad leader before." I shrugged.
"Love is poison, do you want it too?" He looked obviously interested.
"You dare to jump off a building, but am I afraid of poison?" I thought about joking and relaxing the atmosphere. Since he is dead and born in someone else's territory, when it's time to flatter him, he should follow the trend and pat him a few times, and maybe become his subordinate.
Secretary or something.
"Well, I will give you a lifetime of prosperity, good health, and a stunning appearance." He laughed loudly. I didn't like the sound, it was a bit weird.
"Why is this happening?" I jumped up and counted the time. My body should be in the crematorium now. If I were really resurrected, would I once again become a world-wide medical miracle? In that case, even if
Even if I really came back to life, they had to use a scalpel to dissect and study it, and then took out various internal organs and soaked them in formalin until they were white and swollen.
"Don't think too much. I gave you this opportunity. I just feel sorry for you." The voice interrupted my thoughts.
Subconsciously asked: "Why do you give me this opportunity, pitiful? Sympathy, thank you, I don't need it, the problem is, the king of hell will also say sympathetically??"
"Why do you talk so much!" He said impatiently, "I will send you to reincarnation now and let you be reborn. It's just that your life should not be cut off. You have been wronged and wronged, so go now!"
"
A gloomy gust of wind suddenly rose, and a wisp of ghost was picked up, spun, and rolled down.
In the dark, I was woken up by someone.
I frowned, even if I died, wouldn’t I want to die peacefully?
"Mrs. Side, the young lady is awake! She is moving!" The middle-aged woman's voice sounded anxious and happy.
"Nanny...is it true? Pei'er...my Pei'er..." The bench hit the ground with a rolling bump, and the brain suddenly swelled up, spun, and rolled down, no!
I sat up all of a sudden, and before I could react, I was hugged into someone's arms. It was soft and warm, like a mother's arms.
"Pei'er, mother has told you so many times to be careful and avoid Zijin when you meet her. Why did you get entangled with her over a doll?" It was the nurse's heartfelt scolding and even more distressed admonishment.
Ragdolls? How old am I to not like those things? Well, the main reason is because doctors said that objects like woolen threads can harbor bacteria and are not conducive to their observation and research.
"Who are you? Where are you?" I asked weakly, looking at the tearful lady in front of me with hazy eyes.
The noble lady held my shoulders, opened her mouth, looked at my body, then at my face, looked again and again, and finally broke out, wailing in pain: "My poor Pei'er, why did this happen?"
Like this, I almost lost my life when I was pushed into the water for a doll, and now my brain is also damaged. Why is my life so miserable... Oh my God... you have no eyes!"
This woman is really wasting her talent if she doesn't watch Taiwan's painful drama. Her well-developed tear ducts can make her cry with precision. Wow, what a talent.
I struggled to get out of bed. It was strange that the bed was not very high. Why were my legs so short?
Look at the people and things in front of you again, look down at your body, turn around slowly, and realize clearly and objectively that you have traveled through time, and that your body has become smaller.