Strange disease

Unknowingly, the proprietress and I seem to have become good friends, because during that time I frequented, sometimes just because I was too bored and had nothing to do, I wanted to talk to her, but she was really nice, every time I went to her give me sugar.

Once, I asked her, "What does heaven look like?"

I said, "I actually don't care how I am doing. It doesn't matter whether I can go to heaven or not. I just miss my lover who stayed on earth."

"...Can I still see him?"

After listening to it, she was silent for a long time, and said sadly: "Those who come here will never return to the human world."

"Is it really impossible?" I asked unwillingly.

"Well." She replied with some difficulty, "I have been here for decades since I passed away, and I have never seen anyone who can go back."

At that moment, I suddenly felt extremely hopeless, as if the last straw supporting me was broken.

"Then I'll climb to the top, if one day I reach heaven..." I grabbed her, tears streaming down my face, and asked brokenly, "Can't I see him too? I don't ask much, I just want to see him one side……"

She sighed: "Heaven is heaven." She said, "Even if you get there, you will no longer be on earth."

"But those who can reach heaven...should be very happy, after all, everyone is looking forward to going there."

is it?

happiness?hapiness?

But if I don't have Xi Rong, what is happiness?

Heaven?All people yearn for?That was just a joke.

I don't want to go, I don't want to go to heaven, all I want is Xi Rong.

All day long, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, I wandered the streets like a ghost.

I can only maintain my superficial calm by constantly consuming sugar, otherwise I really don’t know what I will become. There is no day for people to get used to the heart-wrenching pain and longing. It is like a burning fire. Skin and bones, as long as there is no firewood, the fire will only intensify day by day, constantly breaking through the upper limit of my tolerance.

Every day I feel that I will not be able to bear it any longer, but I am already dead, but I can't die again.

Can't be freed, can't be freed forever, this feeling is really...

I sometimes think that being in hell may be nothing more than that.

...wait, hell?

A doubt suddenly appeared in my heart.

Since the concept of "heaven" exists here, why doesn't there exist hell?

Why is there no hell?

That's a really good question.

Going up is heaven, I don’t want to go to heaven, so where will I get if I go down?

I asked other people if they had gone back to the ferry on the lower floor. They looked at me with stupid eyes, and it was clearly written on their faces, is there something wrong with you?

"It's hard to come up, do you still want to go down?"

I spent months searching the entire second floor, only to find that there was no way for me to leave.

Once up, there is no way down.

Ferry boats from all piers will travel further up.

One circle, so I went back to the candy store.

On this day, both the proprietress and the ferryman were there, the ferryman was standing by the counter, and the gentle and beautiful girl was sitting at the counter, like a static statue.

Most of the time, the girl always spoke to him alone, and the ferryman only occasionally nodded in response.

But I somehow feel that the way they stay together looks very harmonious.

There is a feeling of cold dog food being thrown on the face.

When I walked into the store, the proprietress waved to me enthusiastically and pleasantly.

"Are you here? Where have you been lately? I haven't seen you here for a long time..."

She said she was going to get me candy from the cabinet, but I waved my hand.

"I'm not here for candy," I said.

"Huh?" The girl blinked, her expression a bit confused, "You don't want to eat candy anymore?"

It's just that in the past year or so, I have increasingly formed a bold guess, and I can't wait to verify it.

"I want to go back."

I said it word for word.

"I'm going back to see him."

She was stunned, and smiled helplessly: "Didn't I tell you everything, no one can return to the world, so why are you so persistent? Wouldn't it be better to let go earlier?"

I stared at her: "Then you know..." I pointed to the living plank under my feet that was sealed with nails, "Where does this door in your shop lead to?"

She shook her head in utter bewilderment. "This strange board has been here since I took over the shop."

"The nails are firmly nailed. Maybe there was a hole in the floor, and someone sealed it with a wooden board to prevent customers from accidentally falling when they came in. What's wrong?"

I immediately squatted down, stuck my fingers into the gap between the floor and the board, and started to dismantle the board with my bare hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The proprietress exclaimed.

I squatted on the ground and grinned at the piece of wood, the wooden splinters stuck in my hands and stuck into my flesh without feeling any pain.

I felt that the ferryman's gaze was actually on me, but he didn't step forward to stop me, and he didn't speak, his whole person was like a competent decoration.

But I vaguely felt that there seemed to be some deep meaning in his stagnant eyes.

With all my might, and with desperate, desperate determination, I clung to the board.

"Crack-"

In an instant, the board was lifted up by me, and I staggered and sat on the ground.

The proprietress hurriedly stepped forward to support me, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

I took a breath and shook my head, maybe something was wrong with my hand, but I didn't mind too much.

Countless passers-by who heard about the commotion gathered at the door of the store.

black... endless black...

After I lifted the wooden plank, a bottomless bottomless hole was exposed, square and square, constantly emitting thick black air.

The black air continuously emerged from the hole, permeating the entire store, making it look strange and permeating.

I heard exclamations and screams, and they gathered around the hole, whispering.

"What is that... so scary..."

"Stay away from me, I don't want to fall..."

"What will happen if I fall? What's the bottom? I'll be out of my mind, right?"

"Hell...! That must be hell! Ahhh, someone actually opened the gate of hell!"

I slowly climbed up and walked to the edge of the bottomless hole that was emitting black air.

Looking down, there is only a piece of black that makes people fear out of thin air, pure black, in stark contrast to the pure white light falling from the sky outside.

I stood on the edge of the crumbling mouth, silently gazing into the dreaded dark abyss.

I'm about to take a step forward.

The cold voice of the ferryman suddenly sounded like a bell in the evening.

"There is hell, are you sure you want to go down?"

He spoke in a tone of advice.

"Everyone is trying their best to go up. If you think about it clearly, if you go down, you will never go to heaven again."

"come back."

I turned my head and saw his pale face expressionless, just staring at me quietly.

"I want to go back." I stared at him and said word by word.

Is hell underfoot?

I do not know.

Many times, I doubt at all that I have been in hell for a long time.

I have already been tortured, tortured back and forth in the most extreme pain, why dare not?

The big deal, that is, the result of being out of your wits.

I just want to go back and have another look at Xi Rong.

Amidst the screams around me, I jumped resolutely and plunged into the abyss where the end and the end could not be seen clearly.

Then, surrounded by total darkness for an instant,

During the violent fall, the cold wind pierced my bone marrow, as if countless small knives had cut my skin, causing my flesh to be ripped apart and dripping with blood.

In the last scene of sight, the ferryman stood side by side with his girl, he seemed to make a mouth shape to me, and said——

"Congratulations."

When I was alive, I was never just a mediocre mortal. Most of the time I played the good boy and good student in the eyes of teachers and parents. I never felt that I had the courage to do anything extraordinary.

After death, I am just an ordinary ghost with no achievements and no faults. It is not surprising that I am submerged in the crowd of all living beings.

I think this time is probably the most daring, outrageous, and bravest thing I have ever done.

The huge momentum when I fell gave me a sense of dizziness similar to a violent impact. My mind was in a daze, like a machine that was damaged and powered off. Even the moment before I fell, I was thinking and thinking Whoever I was watching... I forgot all about it.

Opening my eyes again, I saw the bright blue indicator light in the refrigerator dimly lit, and the door in front of me was covered with solidified snow-white frost.