The President's Ghost Companion

?I died in a shipwreck.

It's a pity, but death is death, and I won't be too obsessed with how long I live to be worthwhile. Anyway, dying in the sea is very romantic, but when I wake up, I am in the desert.I stood at a loss in the beautiful desert and couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, because this hell is very unscientific.

I look for signs of people.

I couldn't feel the scorching heat of the desert, I couldn't touch anything, and no one could see me, let alone hear me ask.Looking at the bustling streets, everything here is strange and familiar, I suddenly woke up and knew what this place was.

I don't know if that counts as luck.

I wandered around the desert country for a long time, saw so many characters I liked, no more fun, thought that no one would ever discover my existence, and when I was about to accept my fate and choose to be alone, someone let out a suspicious sound and turned against the light Bite your cigar and ask me, who are you.

On the spot, I happily raised my arms and shouted; I'm going to mess with him! !It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not.

But when I saw all the bad things he did, I felt uncomfortable and had a big fight with him. I knew that I was very self-righteous, and I had some Madonna complex. I hate it all.I am very depressed.

When I was wandering alone in a crowded street so that I would not be lonely, it was not as effective as calling him a hundred times and he answered me impatiently.In the vast sea of ​​people, no one is connected with himself.

If I had never known that someone could see me and talk to me, I would probably be able to ignore this bone-deep pain.

But now I can't do it.

Loneliness is really scary, alone, I can't solve the loneliness.In the end, I shamelessly returned to his side, sat timidly in the most prominent position, and obediently accepted his contempt and ridicule.But I don't hate myself for choosing to bow my head.

The night is already deep.

Ghosts never get tired, so there is no such thing as sleep.

I sat by Crocodile's bed and stared at him boredly, hoping to wake him up, but I never succeeded, but I would not make noise on purpose to keep him from sleeping, and to make him angry. Not fun, and very childish.

I looked around the luxurious bedroom in the dark, and sighed faintly, the night is so long.

"Do you want to scare people by sitting here in the middle of the night?"

The sudden sound frightened me and twisted my face silently, obviously I was frightened by you.I said with a stiff neck, I heard the click of the lighter, and saw Crocodile sitting up, the light from the lighter vaguely illuminated his disfigured face, but the horizontal scars on his face did not affect his appearance, on the contrary Added a bit of masculinity to him.

Crocodile lit the cigar, lowered his head slightly and took a puff, then slowly exhaled the cigarette very manly, and turned to look at me.

"What are you crazy about?"

The voice was low and lazy, and the magnetic voice trembled the air. It was very pleasant in this silent night.I gradually regained my composure, watched Crocodile be quiet for a few seconds, and told him for the first time.

"Ghosts don't need to sleep."

"Hmph, what a poor fellow."

Without sympathy, Crocodile took down the cigar with his right hand.Usually his right hand is full of rings, like a nouveau riche, he will only take them off when he sleeps, if he doesn't take them off, I think these tacky gemstone rings will probably be illuminated very beautifully by the sparks of the cigars .

"It's better to use your ability to collect intelligence when you have time."

I shook my head and said NO firmly as always.I don't want to help evildoers.Crocodile was also used to my rejection, glanced at me, and continued smoking his cigar indifferently.In fact, he can't do anything to me, I can't touch people, and the same people can't touch me, so sometimes I go too far, and it doesn't matter.

He launched a personal attack on me again; "People who are useless are like trash, you are trash, do you know?"

Facing his sarcasm, I thought for a while and said that trash is trash.Then I solemnly told Crocodile, Boss Sha, you are very useful.He couldn't react for a while, and asked unconsciously.I raised my chin very high; you were taken advantage of by me!

"What the hell are you kidding?"

"I use you to relieve loneliness!"

"You're a real idiot."

"Ahahaha..." I am used to laughing to defuse other people's attacks. At first I laughed cheaply, but then I was possessed by Sakamoto Tatsuma and became ahhaha-kun, saying ahaha Jun is actually a fool, he is so cute.

"It's boring."

Crocodile stubbed out the unfinished cigar, pulled the quilt and lay back on the bed. I asked him knowingly if he was going to sleep.He hummed impatiently, I tilted my head and looked at his back for a while, and said softly.

"OK, good night."

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Crocodile never said the same good night to me, but it didn't hurt me.I stood up and floated lightly to the mirror. My appearance will never be printed in the mirror, and I seem to have forgotten my appearance.

I took out the funeral objects from my pocket. Although I can't touch the things in this world, the things I brought with me when I died are all usable.I combed my long hair quietly in front of the mirror, rhythmically combing it over and over again, consciously emitting a gloomy breath.

Tsk tsk, it must be scary for a ghost to comb his hair.

Sure enough, I was covered by a wave of sand. I blinked my eyes in the dark, and my head was exposed through the heavy sand, and my body was still in the sand. I saw Crocodile gritted his teeth, wishing a sandstorm would blow me away look.

I smirked a few times, and when I saw him ignoring me, I grinned and kept shouting stupidly, Boss Sha, Boss Sha, so that I would not be so lonely, even though Boss Sha thought I was annoying.