The days of living with the god of death

Half an hour later, Zhou Ming sat in the police station and explained to the police what happened in the restaurant.

"I was sitting in a restaurant eating, and saw the three of them walk in. I recognized them as a gang stealing and selling stolen goods nearby, and wanted to report them to the police. But I thought..." Zhou Ming swallowed , decided to skip the part about the thief, "They couldn't have gone to a restaurant unprepared to sell their stolen goods, there must be people around them. If I reported rashly, they should have fled by the time the police arrived. So I just decided to hold them back. I went to talk to them, but they sensed what I was doing, so I ran away."

The policeman looked like you were teasing me, and recorded every word Zhou Ming said without saying a word.

"I didn't take two steps when I heard someone slip and fall behind me. When I turned my head, I saw the man with the scar on his face fall down on the table..."

"There's a puddle of oil there, and I'll fall when I step on it," the boss added beside him.

"How could there be oil on the ground?" Zhou Ming frowned, "We went very early, and there were no customers in the shop yet, and everything was cleaned up."

"Then how do you explain my slipping?" The boss said in a bad tone.

"Coincidence?" Zhou Ming pointed to the Grim Reaper who was groping around the police desk.

"Cough cough." The policeman coughed lightly, "Mr. Zhou, who are you talking to?"

Zhou Ming was embarrassed for a moment. He forgot that the police could not see the group of people sitting around him, so he quickly explained, "It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself and recalling the scene at that time."

The policeman looked at him suspiciously for a long time before he nodded reluctantly and said, "Please continue."

"Uh, good. That person's head touched the folding table, and the table turned upside down, and the iron pick on the plate that we had leftover was blown away..."

"Us?" The policeman raised his eyebrows.

"I, I." Zhou Ming pointed to himself, "This is a slip of the tongue. Anyway, the iron stick flew up, hit the rotating electric fan, and bounced on the refrigerator door..."

"The refrigerator handle." The bodyguard interrupted Zhou Ming's confession.

"Did you see it?" Zhou Ming looked at the bodyguard in surprise, "Everything happened so fast, I didn't see it clearly."

"The refrigerator door is plastic, but the refrigerator handle is metal. I saw sparks. An iron pick won't spark when it touches soft plastic, so it can only touch the refrigerator handle."

"You are amazing." Zhou Ming nodded seriously, and he also remembered this detail. "That's right, it's the refrigerator handle."

"Who are you talking to?" the policeman asked again, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"Uh...it's nothing." Zhou Ming looked at the three souls around the table with some guilt, "I'll continue talking. The iron pick touched the handle of the refrigerator and bounced back. It happened that the man with the scar on his face came from He got up on the ground, and the iron pick that flew back pierced through his left eye—"

"It's so painful!" The boss sighed loudly, "I dare say that the iron stick must have touched the cerebellum, so I didn't even have a chance to struggle."

"Shut up, don't interrupt me all the time." Zhou Ming said angrily, and turned back to the policeman, but the policeman sitting opposite already had a hellish expression on his face. "Okay, I get it. Let me be honest," Zhou Ming sighed. It took him a while to get used to the feeling of being able to see things that others couldn't see. "I have yin and yang eyes, and I can see things like ghosts. The three dead people are in this room. Whatever I say, they will help to add details."

The policeman stared straight at him, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

"Uh, by the way, I can see the Grim Reaper too." Once he finished speaking, Zhou Ming felt much better. "To be honest, I think he should bear a lot of responsibility for this matter. In the final analysis, he started Turned on the fan to dry his damn sweater. If the fan wasn't on, these guys wouldn't be dead—”

"I don't think so." Grim Reaper bit the chocolate bar and said vaguely, "You can't attribute the ricochet to me, it's fate, they are destined to die."

"Fate?" Zhou Ming and the other three souls asked in unison.

"I'm just in charge of harvesting souls. I don't care who of you will die and how, okay?" A foodie tore open a new pack of chocolate bars, "Fate decides your death. The reason why you three died in Today, it can only be because your destiny has been rewritten."

"Then what changed our fate?" The boss asked weakly.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's him." The Grim Reaper pointed at Zhou Ming with a chocolate bar. "He exists because of a system failure. From the point of view of fate, he is already dead, so he can't die again. Gentlemen, tell me frankly, you were murdered at the time, weren't you? You wanted to kill him , but this is impossible, so in order to ensure the normal operation of the system, you can only die."

The three souls looked at each other and nodded one after another.

"So it's because of me?" Zhou Ming pointed at himself incredulously, "Anyone who wants to harm me will be wiped out by fate first? So how should the thief explain it? He didn't want to kill me, did he?"

"He took you on a rampage on the road." Reaper crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and threw it into the trash can. "You pass through a pile of cars turning left at an intersection during rush hour, but none of them can touch you. Do you know how many people's lives have been affected by this?"

Zhou Ming swallowed his saliva. Although his main focus was on catching the thief at the time, he did remember that after he crossed the road, his backside could be described as a mess. He didn't know how many vehicles collided with each other.

"It's easier to change the fate of a person on a large scale than directly changing one's fate to make you calm down. Isn't that difficult to understand?" The god of death held a chocolate bar and tied a flower before taking a bite.

"So actually, it's better for me to die." Zhou Ming's shoulders slumped, and he was instantly discouraged.

"You can't die yet, it's a technical problem." Death crunched the chocolate, "If you don't want to cause too much trouble, just don't spread hatred everywhere and make people want to kill you."

"I understand." Zhou Ming lowered his head.Although these people were not killed by him, generally speaking, they died because of evil thoughts in their hearts, but indeed, without him, these people would not have died so quickly.

"Look at it, at least those who die are bad people, this is some kind of justice, isn't it?" Death said nonchalantly, completely ignoring the angry expressions of the other three.

"Hehe." Zhou Ming could only laugh dryly.

Regardless of whether this is justice or not, he feels that this is not right.

Although he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Who are you talking to this time?" The policeman clutched the armrest of the seat in horror, his knuckles turning white.

"Uh, God of Death, he's right beside you." Seeing the other party looking around in a panic, Zhou Ming quickly added, "Don't worry, he won't kill you, he's just eating the chocolates in your drawer Great."

The policeman looked down at the drawer that had been opened at some point, and closed it with a bang.

An hour later, Zhou Ming left the police station, and the souls of the other three were sent away by the god of death.

In the police station, an old policeman checked the record and made a tsk-tsk sound, "This kid must be terrified."

"He looks very calm, except that he is a little crazy." The policeman who took the record was pale and sweaty, with an expression on the verge of vomiting.

"You don't believe in the nonsense that you can see the god of death and the soul?" The old policeman sneered.

"According to the on-site inspection report, everyone's fingerprints are on the iron sign, except this kid. Only one bullet was missing in the pistol, and the bullet that killed the deceased was of the same model as the pistol. Other witnesses also claimed that it was Accidental death, and no one can tell how the extra soggy white woolen sweater came from on the chair. Plus the thief who stole his belongings died in a car accident before, "the transcript police closed the report," Believe it or not, I believe that death is indeed on his side."