The days of living with the god of death

The waiter backed away with a mysterious smile on his face, and quickly brought the accompanying pre-dinner bread-if that thing is bread.

Zhou Ming looked at the few breadsticks on the plate with distaste, and the few slices of shortbread that were thinner than biscuits, completely confused about what foreigners were eating for dinner.

"I like this one very much." Grim Reaper wiped his hands with a napkin, took a bite out of the crispy crust, and smiled with satisfaction, "Try it, it tastes good."

"What the hell is this?" Zhou Ming carefully picked up a piece of shortbread, brought it to his nose and smelled it, it was quite fragrant.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are chopped tomatoes on top of the crispy pancakes." Ponytail also took a piece and tasted it, and his eyes lit up, "Olive oil is poured on it! No wonder it's so delicious!"

Crust, tomatoes, oil.Zhou Ming stared blankly at the hors d'oeuvres in his hand, which was made of the above three ingredients, doubting whether it was edible or not.

"If you don't like it, leave it to me." The god of death came to him, grabbed his wrist, and ate up the pancakes in his hand, and licked his fingers. Drizzled with olive oil.

"Hey!" The wet touch from his fingertips made his heart feel numb, and Zhou Ming was almost bounced by this inexplicable throbbing electricity, his heart was beating wildly, and his face was scorching hot. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Huh?" The ponytail who was about to pick up a stick of bread immediately stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Uh...I..." Zhou Ming was suddenly embarrassed, and felt that if he didn't explain clearly, he would probably be misunderstood forever.So he took the napkin from Death, wiped his fingers clean, and sat up straight, "I think I should tell you the truth."

"What truth?" Ponytail was also made guilty by Zhou Ming's serious attitude.

"There is a third person sitting at this dining table." Zhou Ming looked into the other person's eyes and said sincerely, "To be precise, the third person is not a person."

The ponytail froze there, the expression on his face didn't look like he was afraid, nor did he look around in panic, but his eyebrows were raised higher and higher. "The third person? Where is he sitting?"

"It's right next to me." Zhou Ming pointed to the seat next to him, where Death God was sitting there gnawing on bread sticks.

"Aha." Ponytail glanced in the direction of Death, then looked at Zhou Ming again, and said slowly, "So you want to tell me that what you said just now was not to me, but to Zhou Ming. What did he say?"

"Yes!" Seeing that the other party was very receptive, Zhou Ming nodded eagerly immediately.

"You always tell one person to shut up in the movie theater, and that person is also... um, a third person?"

"That's right!" Zhou Ming was even happier when he found out that the other party was really quick-witted and got the guess right.

However, the ponytail still had a very calm expression, biting a breadstick and thinking for a while, before slowly asking, "Aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

"He said he was the god of death." Zhou Ming said immediately.

"Sounds a little scary." Ponytail looked calm and didn't feel scary at all.

"But in fact he is a foodie, lazy and useless." Zhou Ming quickly added.

"Who are you saying is useless?" Death immediately protested.The waiter brought the soup at the right time, and a certain foodie immediately held the soup bowl and had no time to care about them.

"So... There is a third person sitting at our table, who is a lazy and useless foodie who calls himself Death?" The eyebrows of the ponytail raised higher and higher.

"Well, it can be summed up in this way." Zhou Ming looked at the god of death with a guilty conscience, and felt that it was a bit too much for him to say that the other party was useless. "Actually, this restaurant was also recommended to me by him."

"Oh." Ponytail suddenly realized, "He has good taste~ I like it."

The Grim Reaper, who was busy eating soup, could only give the ponytail a thumbs up.

"I guess he likes you very much." Zhou Ming translated to Ponytail, "You understand the sympathy between foodie and foodie."

"Hmm." Ponytail didn't seem to get the excitement of being praised, but stared at Zhou Ming, "Since when did you see him?"

"A few days ago." Zhou Ming said excitedly.In the past few days, he couldn't tell others about the existence of the god of death, but he was so suffocated that he finally met someone who could understand him, so he wanted to confide everything. "I went to work, and there was a car accident on the road. I was hit by a car, and then I was able to see him."

"Head on the ground?"

"Head on the ground."

"Only you can see him, others can't?"

"No."

"There's no way to see him through any ritual or prop... like a silver-plated mirror or something?"

"Do you think he is a vampire?" Zhou Ming laughed, "There is nothing the living can do, only the dead can see him."

"Dead, dead?" Ponytail hesitated for a while, "What do dead people think?"

"They have souls." Zhou Ming explained excitedly, "I saw him pull out the souls of people from the corpses, we can talk to the souls of the dead, and then he sent those souls away. This is his job. "

"And only you can see those souls?" Ponytail asked seriously.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Zhou Ming suddenly had an ominous premonition, as if the other party didn't really believe what he said.

"You should know that if a certain existence exists only for you, then it is only your personal subjective reality, not an objective reality?" Ponytail asked quickly.

"I slept the whole Ma Zhe class, so I didn't understand a single word of the above question." Zhou Ming replied dryly.

"To put it simply, he might just be a figment of your imagination." Seeing Zhou Ming's uneasy expression, Ponytail quickly added, "Unless! Unless...he can create some kind of influence, change the objective world, and make his Existence becomes observable."

"He's drinking soup!" Zhou Ming pointed to the god of death's soup bowl, half of which had been removed from the plate of pumpkin soup.

"Based on my observation, every plate of pumpkin soup on this table has not changed. The cream is still floating on the surface like a mosquito coil, the melon seeds have not sunk, and none of the spoons is stained with soup." The expression on his face seemed unfaltering, making it impossible for Zhou Ming to refute.

Reaper sucked the spoon loudly, staring innocently at the ponytail.

"Uh, um, he explained it to me." Zhou Ming took a lot of effort to retrieve the explanation of Death God from memory. "We humans have the habit of automatically rationalizing everything. We can't see him, but seeing the spoon floating in the air and the soup disappearing by itself is too horrible to accept. So our brain deceives us and ignores it. Get rid of the unusual and create the impression that nothing is happening."

"Very witty explanation." Ponytail looked like she didn't believe a word of it. "You must have read Lovecraft's book?"

"Who is that? The winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature?" Zhou Ming was at a loss.

"No, he is a person with super powers, and many non-human beings know him." The Grim Reaper seemed to remember something, and suddenly put down the spoon.

"Super power?" Zhou Ming's eyes widened. "Is he an exorcist? Such a person really exists?"

He remembered Reaper saying that he didn't know if the Exorcist really existed.This guy, I don't know how many words are credible.

"Oh, no." The god of death continued to drink the soup, "like you, he can see things that normal humans can't see, but not as easily as you. Most of the time he can only perceive supernatural powers in his sleep , mixed with his dreams, it is difficult to tell which ones are real and which ones are fake. He has been exploring the truth almost all his life. There is not only one superpower like him in human history. He is in legends and Finding like-minded people in history, and writing them all down, has had a huge impact."

"Wow, he sounds like a lunatic." Zhou Ming felt a chill running down his back.If it were him, he wouldn't take the things in the dream seriously, and even conduct investigations or something.

"For ordinary human beings, yes. But there are people like this in every age, who have come into contact with another level of truth, told it to the world, and are remembered. Your era is Lovecraft." Death Shrugged.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably having a lively chat with your death friend." Ponytail stirred the soup with a spoon, with a tone that lacked interest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snub you out." Zhou Ming scratched his hair embarrassingly.

"It's okay, I can understand." Ponytail tasted the soup, "This pumpkin soup is so good! The taste is very strong!"

Sure enough, food is the only important thing in the eyes of foodies?Zhou Ming was also speechless about the thick nerve of the ponytail.

"I can only say that it would be better if I could hear what you guys are talking about." The other party sighed, "But unfortunately, I can't."

"So you believe that he exists?" Zhou Ming sighed with relief, "I never thought that anyone would believe it."

"I believe he exists to you." Ponytail corrected word by word, "But to me, he still doesn't exist."

"You have to admit that she is right." Death, who was full of soup, put down his spoon and pushed the empty plate aside, "If you can't feel it, it means that it doesn't exist for her. But when she died Will change my mind."

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Zhou Ming immediately asked vigilantly.

"I won't kill people for this kind of thing." Death waved his hand, "There are too many people who don't believe in my existence. But they will believe it anyway."

"I still remember you said that death is determined by fate." Zhou Ming frowned, and now he felt more and more that the god of death hadn't completely told him the truth.

"Oh, yes, but you humans can kill people. Why can't I?" Death snorted, and took the large plate of sausages from the waiter. "It's just that it's not good for me."

Looking at the other party suspiciously, after a long time, Zhou Ming turned back to the ponytail, "He said you can only see him when you die, don't pay attention to such nonsense."

"Don't worry, I won't commit suicide because of your words." Ponytail said with a smile.

"So what's your conclusion?" Zhou Ming couldn't understand the other party's attitude more and more. Whether it exists or not, there can only be one answer, right?But Ponytail seems to believe in the existence of death, but does not admit it.

"You suffer from schizophrenia." Ponytail took a sip of soup calmly.