The days of living with the god of death

"What does that mean?" Zhou Ming recalled the movies he had watched before he got a little idea, "He is my split personality? He took advantage of my body when I wasn't paying attention, and did strange things. Something weird?"

"Pffff—!" The Reaper, who was eating mashed potatoes, spat out, "I swear, I won't occupy your body 'while you're not paying attention' and do weird things."

Zhou Ming curled his lips, for some reason he always felt that this sentence sounded wrong.

"You're talking about split personality." Ponytail said solemnly, "schizophrenia is not so dramatic, it just makes you hallucinate, hallucinations in all aspects. Like you can see things that others can't, hear Sounds that other people can’t hear, things that normal people can’t feel, and emotions that can’t be explained. Simply put, it’s like you live in a different reality than us.”

"I have a different explanation." Grim Reaper swiftly cut the sausage into small cubes, forked a piece dipped in black pepper juice, and ate it in his mouth, then took off his ponytailed glasses. "Look, the world you see now is different from ours. Do you have schizophrenia?"

"Give me back my glasses!" Ponytail yelled angrily.

Zhou Ming quickly grabbed the glasses and returned them to the ponytail, "I'm sorry, that guy doesn't know how to respect people at all."

"Hmph." Death made a dissatisfied protest, and stirred the sauerkraut and mashed potatoes together again.

Putting on the glasses, the ponytail didn't look as friendly as before, but pouted, as if angry, "I still suggest you go to a psychiatrist, anyway, even if there is no problem, it won't hurt you What is there to lose."

"You think I'm crazy? Is it abnormal?" Zhou Ming asked sadly.

"Psychology is different from medicine. Seeing a psychiatrist is not the same as seeing a doctor when you are sick. More often than not, psychological counseling just helps you better integrate into the society." Ponytail explained.At this time, their foie gras finally arrived, and the god of death, who had already started eating dinner, couldn't help but glared at Zhou Ming with jealousy.

"Hey, can this be my fault? There is clearly a problem with the serving order." Zhou Ming protested softly.

"I don't care." Grim Reaper whimpered and forked away the red wine pickled pears from Zhou Ming's plate.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Ming looked at the bare piece of foie gras left on the plate, a little puzzled.

"This is the most delicious part." Death took a bite of the pear, and cut away the darker part of the foie gras, "I just want this piece."

So the leftovers that aren't tasty enough belong to me?Zhou Ming stared at his plate angrily.

But he has never eaten foie gras, and he has no ability to distinguish good from bad.

"I heard that foie gras is very good with red wine, but I have never seen such a way to eat it." Ponytail curiously cut a piece of pickled pear and tasted it, his eyes lit up immediately, "It's so creative! I like this dish vegetable!"

"Let's continue talking about psychological counseling." Zhou Ming angrily fiddled with the foie gras on the plate, wondering what's so delicious about it.

"I'm sure he must have caused you a lot of trouble?" Ponytail asked understandingly.

"Yeah, he's just an endless mess." Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and watched Death prepare another plate of foie gras in the same way, taking away the best part and pushing the rest to him. "Selfish, narcissistic, annoying, doesn't know how to speak according to the situation at all, and seems to take pleasure in teasing me."

"I only admit the last point~" Death waved his fork.

"In that case, why didn't you drive him away?" Ponytail pushed his glasses.

"I tried it!" Zhou Ming yelled loudly, "I tried to tie him to the street lamp with shoelaces, but he teleported over within a few steps! His hands are still tied by the shoelaces!"

"You... what? Shoelaces?" Ponytail looked unbelievable.

The god of death sneered beside him.

"What's so funny?!" Zhou Ming patted the other person angrily before turning to the ponytail sitting opposite him, "If I could get rid of him, I would have kicked him out of the house long ago! The problem is, he can always use Roll back in ways you can't imagine."

"That's why you need to see a therapist." Ponytail said impartially, "You need some professional help."

"I don't think a psychiatrist can drive me away." Death's sneer became louder, "Otherwise, a psychiatrist will become the object that human beings most want to be."

"I...uh, I don't think it might be useful." Zhou Ming glanced at the Grim Reaper sitting beside him, and cautiously rejected the proposal.

"In the final analysis, he only exists in your spiritual world." Ponytail pointed in the direction of the god of death with a fork, "maybe there is a god of death in the world, maybe he is sitting there, but the problem you need to solve is you Whether you can see him or hear him speak is only related to yourself. Normal people can't see him, but you can, why not start with yourself?"

"It also makes sense." Zhou Ming thought for a while, but felt that these words opened his mind.Before, he only thought about how to get rid of the god of death, but he never thought that maybe the problem he wanted to solve was how to shield the god of death.

"You really don't want to see me anymore?" Death suddenly stopped smiling and looked a little serious.

"I'm not sure." Zhou Ming held his head and thought, "Although you are annoying most of the time, sometimes you are also very useful..."

"You depend on him? Can't you?" The ponytail's expression became more dignified. "What did he do?"

"He signed up for a game account and used it to earn money by playing equipment, and I have to rely on him to earn food expenses." Zhou Ming shrugged, "You probably don't know, do you? He is quite famous in the game, called reaper , no one would think that reaper is really the god of death, hahahaha..."

"Wait? Is he the reaper?" Ponytail's eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right. What? You know him?" Zhou Ming looked at the girl suspiciously, "I thought you didn't play games."

"I really don't play, but I always hear Zhang He chanting this name." Ponytail pulled the corner of his mouth, "If it wasn't for sure that Zhang He's philandering big carrot is a [-]% straight man, I would have thought he fell in love with reaper."

"This is a complete misunderstanding!" Zhou Ming quickly waved his hands to clarify, "Zhang He has a feud with the reaper, and it's almost as good as saying that he hates it to the bone."

"So that's how it is." Ponytail didn't seem to be interested in this topic, so he brushed it off lightly, and then began to stare at Zhou Ming brightly, "Have you ever thought about the fact that you have been operating the reaper account all along?"

"How is it possible?" Zhou Ming smiled. He never doubted that the God of Death was his hallucination because he knew that there are some things that humans cannot do. "You don't understand games, and you don't know what a reaper is. Even if you tell Zhang He that a reaper is not a person, but a god of death, it is precisely because the god of death can never be defeated that Zhang He has repeatedly fought and failed under reaper. Guaranteed Zhang He will also believe it."

"Isn't it just an operation—"

"No! It's not a matter of operation. Of course, his operation is very good, but it's more about luck." Zhou Ming corrected seriously, "The game also pays attention to balance. With the level and equipment of reaper, he can't challenge Zhang He, but it is because some small probability events always happen, such as Zhang He is offline, Zhang He is offline again, Zhang He has fallen into a black hole... the reaper can defeat Zhang He."

"I know Zhang He is very angry." Ponytail sighed, "But have you ever thought that it is just because of luck that anyone can do it? Including yourself?"

"Me? Overwhelmed with luck?" Zhou Ming laughed twice, "How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Ponytail asked back, "Do you really think that it is more impossible for you to be lucky enough to catch up with Zhang He's disconnection than it is for you to be able to see the god of death and see the soul?"

"I... I don't know either." Zhou Ming stood there in a daze, and after being told this by the other party, he realized that the existence of the God of Death was indeed not as certain as he thought.

Maybe he did it all by himself?

Including defeating Zhang He, winning the tie flower, and dating Bai Fumei?

Maybe it's just his potential bursting out?

Maybe he just wasn't confident enough to think he couldn't do it?

"Anyway, I quite like what you said." Zhou Ming thought about the fact that the god of death does not exist, and suddenly felt a little relieved.