The days of living with the god of death

Castle Peak Hospital

This is a spacious and bright room. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows occupy an entire wall, and the hanging white screens soften the light at ten o'clock in the morning.There are a number of well-arranged bookshelves and sundry shelves against the wall. The green indoor plants stretch their leaves, and the fish tank that acts as a screen is changing the water with a calm and drowsy sound.In the middle of the room was a linen-striped sofa surrounded by a glass coffee table with a voice recorder, a jar of Swiss fudge, and a box of cookies.

The doctor in a white shirt leaned on the sofa naturally and relaxed, holding a notepad in his hand, "Mr. Zhou, let's start from the beginning. When did it start?"

Zhou Ming, who was sitting opposite the doctor, swallowed his saliva nervously, leaned forward, clasped his knees tightly with his hands, glanced around with some anxiety, and then said in a dry voice, "It happened a week ago..."

A week ago, Zhou Ming was just an ordinary college student, dawdling in a third-rate school, doing odd jobs during the holidays to earn some money for extra expenses.

It was winter vacation at this time, Zhou Ming turned off the three alarm clocks reluctantly, got up from the warm bed, changed into thick clothes, and rode a bicycle to the gymnasium not far from the school to help the people in the swimming pool Watch the scene.This job is very leisurely, and only 200 yuan is paid for a week, which makes the ideological mobilization that Zhou Ming does for himself every morning more and more feeble.

And when Zhou Ming was yawning while leaning on his bicycle with his face full of sleepiness, maybe it was because he didn't get enough sleep last night, the moment the signal light in front of him changed from yellow to red, he rushed out.

"Crench--!"

A Daben turning left immediately braked suddenly, but the driver saw that there was no one on the street in the early morning, so he stepped on the accelerator hard. In addition, the Daben started at an extremely fast speed, and hit Zhou Ming with a "bang". small bicycle.

Zhou Ming, who was still in a daze, didn't have time to react, and even got knocked out with his car.

Unfortunately, the one turning left on the opposite side was a large truck dragging a container. The driver was looking far away, so he didn't see Zhou Ming at all, and directly ran over the bicycle that was knocked out of control.

Zhou Ming was hit by a somersault and flew three meters away, and fell headfirst on the solid asphalt road, while the poor little bicycle was directly crushed into a ball of scrap iron by the big wheels of the truck.

When Zhou Ming got up from the ground, clutching his dizzy head, he realized that there were already three people standing in front of him—the driver of Daben who was still in shock, the driver of the truck with a pale face, and a man in a white high coat. Pedestrian A with a cashmere sweater.

"Little brother, are you okay?" The truck driver quickly helped Zhou Ming up and checked him up and down.

"I'm fine." Zhou Ming stretched his shoulders, kicked his legs, and found that he didn't have any scratches on his body. "It's just a bicycle..."

"I'll pay, I'll pay." The driver of Daben hurriedly took out his wallet from his butt pocket, and counted 2000 yuan to him, "Do you think this is enough?"

Zhou Ming held the 2000 yuan with a dumbfounded expression, and shook his hands in disbelief.

Two thousand!Enough for him to buy ten bicycles!

What kind of luck is he going, picking up money early in the morning!

"Enough! Enough!" Afraid that the other party would go back on his word, Zhou Ming nodded fiercely, and stuffed the roll of money into his pocket at the fastest speed in his life.

"But you should be dead. No one can survive such a car accident." Passerby A put his hands in his washed-white jeans, and said sarcastic words with an expression of nothing to do with himself.

Zhou Ming looked at the scene of the car accident, especially his own bicycle that was scrapped so badly that he couldn't bear to look at it, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart, "It's probably luck, it didn't hurt like this."

The truck driver grinned when he heard this, and patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder, "If you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings! Little brother, take care, I'll run away before the police come!"

The driver of Daben also waved his hand perfunctorily, quickly got back into the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Zhou Ming happily walked back to the side of the road, wondering whether he should go to work again, but found that passer-by A had been following behind him just now, and hurriedly covered the money tightly. "Why are you following me?" He quickened his pace and yelled at the other party.

"I'm here to take you away." The other party still followed him leisurely.

"Take me away? Where are you going?" Zhou Ming became more vigilant, feeling that this person had malicious intentions.

"I don't know, anyway, it's not a place in Yangjian." The man shrugged and replied casually.

"Are you crazy?" Zhou Ming frowned. It sounds like a dancer. "Who are you? Don't keep following me!"

"I am your god of death. Besides, it's not that I want to follow you..." The other party looked helpless, "It's because you didn't die, and I can't leave either!"

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"So... that's how it happened." Zhou Ming looked at the doctor across from him almost collapsed, "From that day on, I can see that guy wherever I go! He's like chewing gum stuck to the sole of a shoe. Can't get rid of it!"

"I understand." The doctor raised his eyebrows indistinctly, and wrote a few strokes on the clipboard, "You said, you can see him no matter where you are. So now?"

"He's right there!" Zhou Ming immediately pointed to his right. A young man in a white turtleneck sweater lay crookedly on the sofa, his legs crossed, and his slender arms rested lazily on the edge of the coffee table. , moved the glass jar containing Swiss sugar closer to him, fiddled with the various candies inside, and slowly turned out a red-wrapped fudge before tearing it apart absent-mindedly.

The doctor's eyes fell on the empty sofa, and he pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, "Then, can you describe to me what he is doing?"

"I know you can't see him!" Zhou Ming yelled frantically, the Grim Reaper lying on the sofa was fiddling with the red candy paper, as if he had no interest in the conversation between Zhou Ming and the doctor. "But you can see this jar of candy on the table, right? Did you notice that it is no longer where it was just now? Didn't you see a strawberry-flavored jelly candy fly up? The candy wrapper was opened, and the candy disappeared. And then...then..." He pointed to the guy who was playing with folding a plane out of candy paper, "the candy paper was folded into a plane, and it was thrown out, and then it fell apart in mid-air, and finally...well...it fell on the on your head..."

Zhou Ming pointed at the doctor's nose embarrassingly. The candy wrapper just landed on the doctor's glasses and got stuck in the corner of the eye.

With a blank expression, the doctor pushed his glasses again, and the candy wrapper floated down.

"Well, I know you can't understand at all." Zhou Ming leaned on the sofa in frustration, he shouldn't expect the psychiatrist to drive that bastard away.

"I understand that you were greatly impacted by the car accident." The doctor seemed to restrain his impatience, and stated in a calm voice as much as possible, "This is completely normal—"

"No, it has nothing to do with the car accident!" Zhou Ming glared at the Grim Reaper who was lying on the sofa and munching candy, and suddenly became discouraged again, "Well, it can be said to have something to do with it. Anyway, don't worry about the details, Is there any way you can get rid of this guy?"

"Can I understand that you don't like him?" The doctor raised his eyelids, as if feeling a little strange.

"Of course! I'm sick of him! Telling me to do this and that every day—"

"What kind of thing?" The doctor's tone was subtly excited, "Can you give some specific examples?"

"He will ask me to order takeaway for him! You bastard! You always choose the expensive one! You will die if you eat a nine-yuan set meal!" Thinking of the tragic experience of the past week, Zhou Ming became furious, "Is it still worth it?" He would sneak away the food in my lunch box! Then pour in all the things he doesn’t like! I’ve never seen such a bad personality, selfishness, and complete disregard for other people’s feelings..."

He didn't dare to continue, because the other party had already got up from the sofa, and he glanced at him casually, before opening the box of cookies, wiggling his fingers nimbly, and picking out a few cookies with raisins , crunching and biting.

"And then?" The doctor coughed lightly.

"He's started eating cookies again now." Zhou Ming said dryly.

"Okay." The doctor moved his pen like flying, and his expression showed a little disappointment.

"Otherwise what do you want to hear?" Zhou Ming frowned, feeling that the doctor's attitude was a bit unusual.

"It's nothing, you just need to express your thoughts honestly." The doctor nodded to him, tore a note from the clipboard and handed it to him, "If the other party asks you, or forces you to do something You can come to me again when it makes you extremely uncomfortable and unethical. I will be happy to listen to everything you have to say. This is a prescription drug that will help regulate your emotions."

Zhou Ming took the note hesitantly, and glanced at the doctor again, "What do you mean by... well, 'extremely uncomfortable and immoral behavior'?"

"Oh, how should I know that?"

Zhou Ming looked at the doctor suspiciously, making sure he couldn't see anything, so he took the list and left the room.

"Wait for me." Reaper, who was behind, quickly grabbed a handful of candy from the jar, kicked it into his pocket, and then quickly followed him.

After spending a few hundred yuan on a bag of medicine, Zhou Ming walked on the road, feeling that his trip was a waste, and wondered if these medicines could drive away the annoying guy behind him.

Just thinking about the other party, that guy has already come up, "Not in a good mood? I said don't expect too much. Come, eat a candy, and you will feel better."

Zhou Ming glanced down and found a bright yellow Swiss candy lying in the palm of the other party's hand. He couldn't help being furious, and slapped the candy away, "It's lemon flavored again! Can you stop putting things you don't like on the table?" Push them all to me!"

The other party rummaged through his pockets aggrievedly, put the remaining candies in his hands, counted the tastes one by one, and finally picked out a grape-flavored one, and handed it to him with his head down.

Zhou Ming rolled his eyes angrily. If he believed that this guy could do something, he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!