Chapter 270 Return! (Part 2)

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The snow is still falling;

people around,

It started to become less and less,

Like a closed movie theater,

More and more depressed.

Zhou Ze has been standing there, letting the snow slowly cover him, slowly building him up into a "snowman".

The person who smashed the car disappeared.

The onlookers also disappeared.

The person who fell to the ground was also gone.

slowly,

The car is also gone,

Between heaven and earth, there is only this vast expanse of pure whiteness left;

The only thing that was dazzling was the bloody red puddle on the ground.

It is like a stain that cannot be washed away or wiped away no matter how hard it is washed.

It exists stubbornly,

It's so annoying and uncomfortable.

Bloody red,

The old man kept shouting,

It seemed like he was venting his long-held repression.

"Now, do you know what I am?"

It's like I've finished venting,

As if tired,

I also find it boring and boring.

The old man walked out of the scarlet cave.

He was still dressed in the green coat, still had the same Jiefang shoes with muddy soles, and still looked like 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're dead, old man."

"Yes, he is dead, but I can't die. Every time I die, I have to come back and start over as a different person."

The old man put his hands on his hips and seemed to want to continue to curse, but he seemed to be unable to do so.

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, he will enter a person's body, Xu Qinglang's master is the previous one, and because of this, that person can understand the mysteries, have deep obsessions, and become a wanderer Even the local ghosts dare not touch the heavenly master in the human world.

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 devil who created all this. He was just washed away from everything. .

He hid in a dark corner and slowly licked his wounds,

He hid among the crowd and silently re-accumulated his strength,

He is waiting for time to pass slowly, and he is looking for the next possessor. This is his fate and his reincarnation, just like the gang of ghosts like Little Loli who always find a place to stay after entering the earth from hell. The body is the same.

he,

also need.

"Do you know how old I am?" the old man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"I am very old, so old that I have almost forgotten 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, I can't understand it, and I can't even find it, what is the meaning of my fucking existence. "

The old man said,

On the left side of his body, the heavy snow disappeared and an old street appeared.

There are hawkers and various small shops on the street.

There was also a stage with people kneeling on it.

"The farthest thing in my memory, the one I remember most clearly, is this time."

Caishikou,

There are more and more people.

Unknowingly, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people. Their clothes were mostly dusty, and there was a long braid on the back of their head.

greasy,

Watery.

This scene seems familiar.

There was an executioner escorting the person onto the platform. The knife had been sharpened and the person was already kneeling.

The people watching below started crying and sobbing.

Some covered their eyes, not daring to look.

Some covered their ears and did not dare to listen.

Some simply turned around, not even daring to face them.

The autumn wind was bleak and the fallen leaves were sweeping around. The executioner took a sip of wine and heard a cry from the audience.

The prisoner on death row did not cry. He continued to kneel, but with his back straight, while the people watching below were crying for his misfortune, shaking their heads, regretting, melancholy, and mourning the loss of life.

In front of Zhou Ze,

The old man's eyes were dull,

He walked up to Zhou Ze,

He stretched out his hand to help Zhou Ze straighten his collar, like a kind elder. He grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and continued:

"I came to you to ask you for something."

"explain."

"If I die, I won't be able to come back in a short time, but I may still have to come back in a few years, ten years, or decades.

So, I beg you, kill me when I come back next time, okay?

This guy has some ancestral things in his house. I'll tell you the location. If you go and take a look, you should be able to pick up some interesting things that you like. Feel free to play with them, but he's already dead anyway. "

"You shouldn't say this to me." Zhou Ze replied.

You should speak to the one inside you

right.

A strange smile appeared on the old man's face. He looked at Zhou Ze, licked his tongue and said:

"the same."

"How long until you come back?"

"Soon."

The old man showed an expression of "I have nothing left to live for".

With a wave of his right hand,

A bridge appeared.

a line,

The two worlds are divided,

On the left is Caishikou from a hundred years ago;

On the right is the modern bridge.

On the platform at Caishikou there was an executioner holding a knife and a death row prisoner kneeling;

There is a man squatting on the bridge, ready to fall at any time.

A line divides a hundred years of time.

"People often say that time can change everything." The old man smiled bitterly: "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, so just wait.

I can’t tell you that I’ll find you again when I come back next time. "

Under the bridge, many people gathered to watch. The number of onlookers even paralyzed the operation of the bridge.

The police arrived to maintain order. They maintained a cordon and asked the onlookers to move back a little and then move back a little more. However, the people in front pushed forward and the people behind pushed forward, making it impossible to disperse.

Everyone was just as active as they were in the early years when they went to the cinema and crowded on the bus to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things.

The firefighters have already laid out ropes and are ready to risk their lives to rescue people.

"Jump, jump quickly!"

"Damn it, if you don't dance yet, the sun is going to kill me!"

"I said brother, do you want to dance or not? Just make a sound. If you don't dance, I have to go back to cook."

"Be more agile, have more standard movements, and have smaller splashes, so you can get higher marks for your technical movements!"

The people shouting below were urging and venting their dissatisfaction while holding their mobile phones, taking photos and videos, and then posted in Weibo Moments:

"I'm so worried about him. Why did he jump off the building? Come down quickly!"

"Life is very precious, and it only comes once to everyone. I hope the brothers above can look away and come down as soon as possible!"

"Come down, life is bound to encounter twists and turns. There is nothing you can't ignore. You and your relatives and friends will continue to support you. You still have us down there to worry about you!"

"I'm really worried about the brother above. Don't jump. Come on, firefighter uncle, we must save him!"

Finished posting the news,

Put down the phone,

Everyone endured the scorching sun,

I started urging the person above to hurry up, quickly, and quickly. The sun was too hot, there were no umbrellas here, and there was no convenience store where I could buy a bottle of Ice Cream.

"One hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.

"puff!"

On the left side of the line, the executioner's sword fell and the head rolled down.

"Plop!"

To the right of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and crashed into the water.

The world seems to have fallen into a kind of silence at this time,

An eerie quiet.

then,

on both sides of the line,

Boil together.

At the market entrance, a group of people ran over with steamed buns in their hands and dipped them in blood. Those who grabbed them shouted, "Human blood steamed buns can cure all diseases!"

There at the bridge,

When firefighters and police officers mourn the loss of a life together and even cry and shed tears,

A few good guys actually sneaked through the isolation zone and rushed to the body that had just been recovered. They lifted up the white canvas covering the body.

Look at what it looks like after drowning.

These can become topics of conversation for them in the future. For example, when drinking with friends, they can brag about the man on the bridge who committed suicide by jumping into the river a while ago. He died in such a miserable way that I saw it with my own eyes.

both ends of the line,

There is a lot of disturbance,

And it started to get more and more chaotic.

to the end,

The figure of the old man is getting fainter and fainter. He spreads his hands, feeling helpless and at a loss, as if there is no greater sorrow than death:

"I want to die."

This was his last lament,

Then, he waved to Zhou Ze,

"Goodbye, when I come back next time, please...kill me completely."

"Buzz..."

all around,

Light and shadow began to tremble,

Zhou Ze raised his head silently,

He was still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, still holding the towel ready to wipe his face. In front of him was the same mirror.

Behind him, there was no shadow and no old man.

Zhou Ze didn't feel dizzy, nor confused, nor did he feel any discomfort.

The old man said that this is a simple illusion, so simple that Zhou Ze himself can easily wake up from it.

This simple illusion will naturally not have any physical impact on Zhou Ze.

Go ahead and pick up the towel,

Wipe your face,

But the water on my face has long since dried.

Wipe it now,

It's 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 a long shadow.

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In the bustling bookstore, most people are recuperating on the second floor, and now only Boss Zhou is left sitting below.

I don’t know why,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

It was a colder feeling than that night a week ago,

It’s even comparable to the feeling I had when I first walked the Huangquan Road.

Because this was the first time that Zhou Ze came into contact with this kind of thing.

It's not a dead soul,

It is not a living thing either,

It has no body, and it doesn't even know what it is.

But it looked like a demon, with wide eyes,

In this heaven,

Whether it's windy or rainy, or the sky is clear,

It's watching everything below,

And always ready to wave his devil's wings,

Come down.

This kind of gaze,

Known to last for hundreds of years,

under,

may continue,

I don’t know how many centuries it will last.

Just like the words left by the person in his body after killing him:

"He is not dead yet..."

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