Judgment

Hee hee noisy flow of people, noisy voices.

Buzz, buzz.

Those human voices, like the irritating sounds of flies, are vague, but they are always there.

He stood in the crowd in a daze, looking at the figures passing by, suddenly he didn't know why he was here and when he was here.

"Hey, brother, are you going to buy it or not?"

Someone beside him suddenly pushed him, holding something in his hand. "What about the price that was agreed just now? It can't be any cheaper! I've already given you a discount!"

He looked sideways and thought, could it be that he was shopping here just now, but he suddenly lost his mind for some reason.

The salesman was still talking, looking at the opening and closing lips of the other party, it seemed that before he could utter a single word, a shaped character jumped out of his mouth, and then floated into the air, together with the words spoken by others. , converging into a black, deep, huge cloud.

Of course, all this is just an illusion. When I looked up at the sky, there was nothing.

"I won't buy it." He suddenly lost interest, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey, wait, how can you say you don't want to buy it? Didn't you negotiate a price just now!" The peddler was in a hurry, and desperately pushed the things in his hand in front of him. "Look at it, look at it, they are all top-notch goods!"

The bright red mass was pushed to the eyes just like that.

——It's a mass of flesh and blood!

One was still pulsating, and the blood in the meridians clearly showed the heart, thump, thump, with a slow and weird frequency, this heart was still beating slowly.

With each pulsation, more dark red blood flowed out from the ventricle, covering the peddler's hands.

The dealer didn't seem to notice it, and continued to sell him: "It's still fresh! Buy it or not, it's cheaper for you." Judging by his expression, it seems that he is talking about pork and mutton, not a human. heart.

In this everyday picture, the beating bloody heart carries a kind of eerie terror.

Anomalies hidden in the everyday.

However, the surroundings didn't notice it at all. There were even people selling other human organs in the booth next to it, and there was even a head with wide-open eyes hanging on the opposite booth. Staring at him, no, or staring at the heart in the peddler's hand.

Inexplicably, he felt that the head looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Brother, do you want it?" When he came back to his senses, the peddler in front of him was still recommending it.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly asked subconsciously.

"Is this heart hers?" He pointed to the human head at the booth opposite, the head of a woman who died with regret.

"Brother has good eyesight!" The peddler gave a thumbs up and suddenly grinned.Only then did he notice that the peddler's mouth was full of sharp teeth, like a beast.

"She wanted so much, she even wanted to come and steal it! No, she was caught a few days ago, and now she is hanging her head there for public display." The peddler laughed twice. "This heart has a unique effect on her. As long as she eats this heart, she can take another person's life, so this woman wants it very much!"

During the conversation, the woman revealed that she was still staring at this side, with undisguised greed and jealousy in her eyes.

"I want it." He bought the heart out of nowhere.Under the flattering gaze of the peddler, he put away his heart and lifted it to the head at the opposite booth.

"Want it?"

The unrepentant eyes stared at him closely, and there was resentment and insidiousness in the eyes.

"I can give it to you." He said coldly, "but there is one requirement. Before the blood and tears in your eyes flow, you can't use it to exchange anyone's life, otherwise, your soul will belong to me."

The devil's contract was thus made.

The woman accepted the heart in ecstasy, without hands or feet, only the bald head, greedily staring at this magical baby.She can trade it for anyone's luck and beauty, she can take it away from anyone's happiness.

What a beautiful, happy expectation, and all this is just waiting for the blood and tears to flow from my eyes.

She despised the fool who made a contract with her.How stupid, how can I still cry when I have such a beautiful thing!It must be soon, soon she will be able to use it.

The ecstatic head didn't notice, but the blood and tears in his eyes were pouring out more and more, forming a blood line.

The jealous head is eager to eat this magical heart in order to win the happiness of others.Although she has eyes, she can't see the truth clearly, and she can't see that this rotten heart that she covets is the only heart she has.

The head wanted to eat this heart, but those eyes were crying silently for the hearts of its own compatriots.I'm afraid that if I want to live forever, I won't be able to shed these tears.

This is a contract made by the devil.

After leaving the heart-selling peddlers and women's heads, he continued to stroll in this noisy market.There are all kinds of whimsical items for sale here, with a dazzling array of everything you can think of and everything you can't think of.From time to time, a stall owner would stop him, fiddle with the rare goods in his hand, and ask him if he wanted it.

He passed by several stalls with a blank face, but stopped in front of a cage.

It was a cage less than the height of a person, and a hunchbacked figure was sitting in it, as if he was imprisoned and could not come out. However, the strange thing was that the door of the cage was clearly open, but the person inside never stepped out. step.

"He has been like this for a long time." The stall owner next to him introduced: "Others can enter and exit this cage, but he can never get out. Although the cage door is open, the cage is still locked, without a key. He can't come out for the rest of his life."

Looking at the silent figure with his back to the outside, he asked, "Where's the key?"

"Who knows?" The stall owner shrugged. "Maybe I lost it long ago, maybe I didn't have the key in the first place. If you can get this man out, I'll give him to you. How about it?"

"Give it to me if I can open it."

At some point, another figure appeared next to the stall owner and him. This guy's face was hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see clearly, only his deep voice was heard.

He looked up and looked at this new competitor, who just happened to look over, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

He suddenly smiled, "Okay, then let's compare. You go first."

The shadow man glanced at him and walked towards the cage.He said to the humans in the cage: "You can come out, just lock yourself up."

The figure trembled slightly.

The shadow man waved his hand, and a light and shadow appeared in midair.

It was a boy with a handsome face and a smile on his face.The transformed youth whispered to the figure in the cage: "Zi Lian, Zi Lian, come out, I forgive you, I forgive you."

The man in the cage slowly raised his head, it was an old face.The man in the cage looked at the boy with muddy tears in the corners of his eyes.

"...forgive me?"

The young man smiled softly, as before, he was still wearing a clean robe, with pure trust on his face.Everything seems to be the same as it was at the beginning, so beautiful, it makes people yearn for it, it makes people...

The man in the cage slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the boy's face.Then the skinny fingers just touched the phantom, as if they were burned.The man in the cage let out a shrill roar, and suddenly retreated into the corner, clutching his arms tightly.

"No, no, no! Don't look at me, don't look at me!"

He shivered and cried, shrinking even tighter.

The shadow man frowned suddenly, as if he couldn't understand the scene in front of him.Suddenly there was a chuckle next to him, and he glared angrily at him. It was the young man who was talking to the stall owner, and also his competitor who watched his show.

The stall owner on the side was also laughing, his face almost wrinkled.The shadow man suddenly became angry, and said to the young man, "Why are you laughing?"

"Laugh at you stupid!" Hearing the shadow man's question, he wiped away the tears from laughing. "You are not only stupid, but also arrogant. Do you think this superficial self-deception can make him come out willingly?"

The shadow man frowned, "Many people are like this."

"That's because they don't hate deeply enough." He paused, "Love is not deep enough." After speaking, he walked towards the stall owner.

"Is it interesting?"

"Interesting, interesting. Many guys have tried to let him out, and it's not like they haven't used this method before." The stall owner said: "But every time, after hearing the word forgive, that person is even more reluctant to come out. Still crying."

He pretended not to care and asked, "Then you've been watching it for so long, shouldn't you be bored?"

"Bored? Why bored?"

"Torturing the man in the cage back and forth, and watching him cry and howl, isn't it very new?" He said, "Torturing others may not bring you much happiness, so it's better to let him go."

"Let him go?"

"You can only leave when he's gone. And in your heart, you don't actually hate any more. No matter how much hatred you have, the torture for so long should wear off." He looked at the stall owner, "You don't have anything to say to him , do you want to ask him?"

"...Yes." The stall owner was silent for a long time, then suddenly walked to the cage, and said to the human being in the cage who was still crying, "He died a terrible death."

"There are wounds all over his body, and he is being used as a donkey to grind the mill. He doesn't have enough food and sleep every day."

"The hands that used to grind ink for you are chopping firewood and picking up dung for others."

"The feet that I used to hike with you are sore and rotten."

"In the end, he died in the firewood room, was wrapped in a mat and buried."

Every time the stall owner said something, the man in the cage trembled more violently. In the end, he couldn't even squat, and could only lie on the ground weakly and weep silently.

The stall owner looked down at him and asked:

"When he was dying, he still thought of you." The stall owner smiled and said, "He hates you and will never forgive you until he dies."

The trembling stopped suddenly, and the man in the cage raised his head in confusion. "He hates me?" Seeing the stall owner nodding, the man in the cage suddenly smiled.With that smile, the white hair turns into blue silk, and the green mulberry turns into a blue face.As if suddenly relieved, the man in the cage helped his heart.

"Hate, it's good to hate, it's good to hate me." It's like waiting and hard labor for so many years, just looking forward to this sentence.Don't ask for forgiveness, don't ask for forgiveness, just ask to be hated for a while, so that you can rest in peace.

The stall owner saw his appearance and asked again: "If you go back to that night again, would you still push that?"

The man in the cage paused for a moment, then slowly smiled.

"Push."

"But this time, I won't let go of his hand."

Hand in hand with the son, die with the son.

The stall owner also smiled, "That's good, then you can go, and I will go too. I will go to my little grandson, do you want to come together?"

The man in the cage nodded, and the moment he walked out of the cage, he turned into the black-haired boy from before, with a smile on his mouth, as if he heard someone shouting in his ear.

【Zi Lian, Zi Lian, I'll wait for you. 】

The two disappeared together into a halo. After a long time, only two words were left on the booth.

【Love and hate】

The young man stepped forward, smiled, touched the handwriting with his hand, and said to the devil who was still hiding in the shadow behind him: "I won this game."

"I don't understand why he doesn't want to be forgiven?"

"The answer is simple, because of love, but also because of hate."

Forgiveness is forgiveness, forgiveness is self-help, and forgiveness is relief.

Zilian doesn't want to be redeemed, doesn't want to be forgiven.He just wanted to torture himself to pay for that sin.Because the person in the world who hated that push that day the most was actually himself.

Therefore, I would rather suffer eternal perdition than seek liberation from the saints.

Of course, it is also because of love that one regrets and hates.Therefore, hate can't be understood, and love can't be understood.Only love and hate can be resolved.

The noisy surroundings flooded into their ears again.

The youth and the shadow man stared outside together. After a while, the shadow man said:

"It's not over yet, it's not over yet."

"Really? If you are not convinced, then continue to compare."

The two figures walked towards the noisy and crowded market, and were lost in the crowd in an instant.

Like a trickle flowing into the sea.

This surging and boiling sea of ​​abyss—the way of the world.