The sun is drenched, and the morning mist is thin. The rising sun gradually wakes up the city sleeping in the dark night.
Lian Xi got out of the car and looked at the simple and honest smiling old man in front of him.
The cool sun in November shone on Uncle Li, his figure became more and more transparent, but he seemed to not notice anything, still thought he was a living person, and looked at Lian Xi with a smile. He didn't think about why he came to Lian Xi with a snakeskin bag early in the morning, just before dawn; he couldn't see it, the old man's machine in his hand had been shattered.
The watchman also opened the door and got out of the car. He stood beside Lian Xi, hesitatingly said: "It's dawn, he seems to be just an ordinary lonely ghost who is not particularly obsessed. Lord, life and death are destiny, his soul has passed through the eight gates of the underworld, it is true He's dead. When the sun rises again, his soul will lose consciousness even more, and he should be reincarnated by himself."
There was a faint sound of door closing behind him, and he turned his head to look at the man in black who also got out of the car.
He looked at each other calmly, without making a sound, but the minister understood the meaning in those eyes.
The thin lips moved, and after a while, the minister looked at him quietly, without answering directly, but said: "Life and death are just a reincarnation of the soul."
Four eyes met, and after a long time, Lian Xi nodded lightly: "Got it."
He gave him a deep look, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't respond.
"Is Uncle Li really gone? 』
"Well, it's really gone. 』
The watchman said that Uncle Li was dead and could not be saved. But even Xi didn't believe it, he still wanted to ask the minister again. There is no reason, he just wants to hear the answer from this person, so that he can give up.
Although the watchman is a serious ghost, he is only the most common type in the huge underworld.
Caochen may be a devil full of evil, but he is powerful, maybe he has a way, he can find a little bit of life for Uncle Li.
But now, the minister also told him that Uncle Li was really gone.
The husband looked hesitant and said helplessly: "The matter of life and death is written in the book of life and death. Although the book of life and death is in charge of Judge Cui, this thing is not under the jurisdiction of Judge Cui at all, nor is it under the control of any Lord Yama. Judge Cui is in charge of it, it's just a simple control, and it can't change anything. The fate of life is already predestined and written in the book of life and death. But if the adult wants, the child can use the privilege to help this ghost cast A good tire."
Lian Xi was taken aback and looked at him.
This was done to please Lian Xi, but at this moment, the watchman felt a little sad for no reason.
He could see that the dead old ghost in front of him should be a very important person to Lian Xi.
Such a scene is so familiar, the watchman's fat face is full of a flattering smile, but this time the smile is not in his eyes. Lian Xi looked at him silently and sullenly, there was no trace of excess sadness on that handsome face, but it made the watchman slowly restrain his smile.
His sadness was not for Lianxi, but because he suddenly remembered something very far away.
There are nine ways and eighteen ghosts, and they can only become ghosts and gods after death. Some of them were human and some were animals.
The watchman was a human being, or a watchman.
Many years ago, how long has it been? He has long forgotten. Just remember, it should have been a long, long time ago.
On that day, Jiangnan Dao Hei Wuchang married another concubine, held a large banquet in the mansion, and invited nine ghost messengers to the banquet together. Halfway through the banquet, the watchman felt bored and left the table. Of the other sixteen ghosts, six also left early, and ten ghosts were too weak, and they were the last of the ghosts.
The watchman looked down on these guys and left the dark and impermanent mansion. He was walking beside the long and winding Wangchuan River, and the turbulent Yellow Spring water roared past, and the sound of rushing water made people's ears irritated.
A few inexperienced scumbags saw the watchman from a distance, and hurried over to salute and say hello.
The watchman waved his hand, preparing to leave such a noisy place as Wang Chuan. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the corner of his vision. The watchman trembled, and he slowly turned his head to look at the confused young figure standing in the queue.
From the depths of his memory, he remembered the name, his voice trembled, and he shouted: "Huiniang!"
Huiniang had been dead for over a hundred years, and so was the watchman. They died together at the hands of Japanese pirates. Huiniang was reborn early, but the watchman got a fortune and became a ghost. But now it has been more than a hundred years in the world, and this is actually Hui Niang who died again after being reborn three times and came to the underworld!
In this life, Huiniang died of a sudden illness at the age of twenty-eight, so her soul was so young when she was reincarnated in the underworld, and the watchman recognized her at a glance.
For the first time, the watchman had the idea of giving a soul consciousness and bringing her into the room.
His colleague has done this more than once, why can't he do it
As long as the ghost has not really been reincarnated, it can pay a price to allow it to obtain a part of the memory of this life and have self-awareness at the same time.
The watchman thought so, and did so.
However, this young female ghost woke up. After waking up, she was obedient, her eyes dodged, and she shouted an adult. She was no longer the wife who did not want to be insulted by Japanese pirates with him in the watchman's memory, so she jumped off the sea cliff hand in hand. !
That was the first and only time the watchman used the privilege. He sent this female ghost to reincarnation and promised her a good baby in her next life.
Even if it is the same soul, as long as she is reincarnated and reincarnated, is she still the same person before
Not anymore.
No mortal in this world can live for a long time, because at the moment of reincarnation, the memory of that life you lost on the cycle of reincarnation can never be found again.
…
The watchman glanced at the minister quietly.
Compared with the minister, the watchman is actually less like a ghost. In the view of the minister, there is a difference between the living beings in the world, and death is just the beginning of another life. But the watchman knows that death is death, this life is over, why do you still miss it? You should go to the next life.
This is the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
However, the watchman did not remind Lian Xi of this. He doesn't know if Lian Xi understands what it means to be reincarnated, and he is no longer that person. Maybe even Xi knew it, or maybe he didn't. But after watching so many times of life and death, the watchman did not feel that anyone should force and prevent a reincarnation of the soul.
Huiniang had been dead for so many years, except for that accidental encounter, the watchman never went to her again. He only gave Huiniang a good life with the privilege, and Huiniang may be reborn as a beast or a princess, but that has nothing to do with him.
For the watchman, the wife in his heart has long since died. He loves the shadow that has long been blurred in his memory, and he will never pass this love on to another person. Even if they had the same soul, he always knew who was the woman he really loved.
The gentleman smiled and said: "Sir, Xiao once told you that the nine ghosts have the privilege and can go through the back door to give the ghost a good baby in the next life. As long as the ghost has not committed any major evils and evils before his death, the law of nature is unbearable. things. If you want, the little one can use this privilege."
Lian Xi didn't refuse, he looked at the watchman seriously: "Thank you then."
The watchman was stunned for a while, and the smile on the fat face became more sincere: "Hey, it's all trivial." Immediately, the watchman opened the Jiangnan Dao Bai Impermanence Certificate and wrote and painted on it. Soon, an extremely weak golden light shot out from the ghost certificate, got into Uncle Li's body, and disappeared.
Watchman: "It's done. Lord, as long as this ghost has not committed a serious crime before his death, when he goes to the underworld to reincarnate, the judge will definitely give him a good ending."
"He will have a good pregnancy." A low male voice sounded.
Lian Xi raised his head and looked at his colleague standing beside him.
The minister looked down at him and said lightly, "Don't worry."
Lian Xi was silent: "Thank you."
Help Uncle Li as much as possible to prepare for reincarnation. The next thing to do is to send Uncle Li to the underworld for reincarnation.
Lian Xi looked at the old man whose body was more transparent and whose consciousness had gradually weakened. He suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart, smiled, and asked, "Uncle Li, do you have any wishes that you want to accomplish now?"
Uncle Li gave a slow "ah" and looked at Lian Xi, his voice dull: "Heart...wish?"
Lian Xi: "Yes, wish. If you have anything you want to do that you haven't done yet, you can tell me." I will help you fulfill this obsession.
Uncle Li smiled and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "It's nothing, I was going back to my hometown. I just wanted to visit you before I left and bring you something. After seeing you, there's nothing else to do. I'm going back to the countryside. ."
The smile froze on his face, and for a long time, Lian Xi stretched out his hand and hugged the old man who was about to be completely transparent and about to automatically reincarnate.
"Thank you so much for watching me grow up over the years."
***
Even Xi cried.
After discovering this, the watchman hurriedly looked away and glanced around. He has been a ghost for hundreds of years, and of course you have to pretend you didn't see when your boss is embarrassed! Just like every time Judge Lu was beaten into a pig's head by Judge Cui, the watchman pretended to be blind and deaf and didn't see or hear anything.
Mr. Zong did not understand this kind of workplace bible.
Instead of letting Uncle Li reincarnate himself, Lian Xi used his ghost certificate to personally send him the last ride.
"Why are you crying?"
Lian Xi wiped the wet corners of his eyes, holding the white impermanence certificate in his hand, and looked back at his colleagues: "Why?"
The unreasonable ghost nodded slightly and asked again: "Because he died?"
"Yes, because he's gone."
"Just..." Because of this
He didn't say the following words, even Xi's flushed eyes contained a kind of grief that was incomprehensible to the minister, so he stared at him without blinking and said nothing.
Inexplicably, this sentence could not be asked, and an answer also emerged in my mind.
why cry
I cry because I am sad.
"do not Cry."
The slender, cold fingers stroked the young man's cheek and wiped the cold water stains.
Lian Xi paused and looked at the man in front of him.
He thought, "Although I don't understand it very well, it's probably the feeling that you won't be able to play games with me from now on?"
Lian Xi: "???"
Caochen thought for a while: "Then don't worry, that day will never happen." After a pause, he looked at Lian Xi calmly, "I promise."
Lian Xi: "..."
It's better not to say your analogy!
Destroying the atmosphere is always unique.
Being tossed by him like this made even Xi feel better. People are mortal, all the living can do is to face it calmly.
However, he did not find that when he said the three words "I promise", the minister's tone seemed to be calm, but he was solemn and cherished. When these three words landed on the ground, it seemed that something intangible shrouded Lian Xi and became invisible again.
He ignored his colleague who had a problem with his brain, Lian Xi opened the impermanence certificate, looked down, and his eyes froze: "Wait... Uncle Li died of illness?"
"Li Guoxin, 1961-2020, died of illness"
His fingers tapped lightly on the impermanence card, and Lian Xi narrowed his eyes. He thought for a moment and made a call directly: "Hey, Dr. Wang, um, it's me, Lian Xi. It's like this, there is something I want to ask. I ask you. Do you still remember that I brought a relative who had liver cancer to your place to see a doctor two months ago?"
At seven o'clock in the morning, it is the time when people just wake up.
However, Wang Zihao didn't sleep. Today it was his turn to work the night shift. He sat in the department all night, and now he has to go to the laboratory to process some data. Listening to what Lian Xi said on the phone, he frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Oh yes, I remembered, there is such a thing... eh? You said that the person is gone? How could it be, I remember I still I paid a little attention to the follow-up, this patient had an operation last month, and the operation was performed by our director, and the operation was very successful... "
"Ah, you said he died of illness?"
On the phone, Lian Xi's words made Wang Zihao even more strange.
Lian Xi didn't seem to know the real cause of death of his relative, and thought he died of liver cancer. But he was very sure that people died of illness. How is this going
It always felt strange, but Wang Zihao couldn't think enough due to his tired brain. He thought about it for a while and said, "It stands to reason that it shouldn't. Even if the operation is unsuccessful and there are sequelae after the operation, your relative's condition is not serious. No matter how normal you are, you can live for several years."
Lian Xi's voice became colder: "Then what if after the operation is successful, the children will not be well supported and will not continue to take medicine on time?"
Wang Zihao: "That's not true. His condition is not serious, no matter how long he doesn't take care of it, he won't say how long it will take before he suddenly dies. In this case, don't worry, I'll help you go to the oncology department to ask... Well, it's alright, I'll let you know when I have news."
After hanging up, Wang Zihao threw the phone into his pocket, turned his head, and walked towards the tumor building.
The oncology department of the park hospital is very famous in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, and has an exclusive building. Wang Zihao put his hands in his pockets, and before he entered the tumor building, he heard a loud noise. It was early in the morning, and there was a human wall in front of the tumor building.
Wang Zihao strode over, and in the crowd, he saw a familiar little nurse: "What's going on?"
The little nurse turned around and saw that it was Wang Zihao, and complained dejectedly: "Doctor Wang, it's you. What's the matter, the doctor is making trouble! Look, this family even pulled a banner, saying that our director made it for him. The liver cancer operation failed, which caused his father to ride his bicycle on the street well. He suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and fell off the bridge and died. You said it was nothing. His father's operation was so successful. Can we blame us for cerebral hemorrhage? There are many causes of cerebral hemorrhage in the elderly... "
Wang Zihao didn't pay much attention to what he said later. When he heard the word "liver cancer", his heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked at the family surrounded by the crowd.
I saw a few people wearing burlap and mourning sitting on the ground, refusing to get up. An older man held a black-and-white photo in his hand, unable to cry, and howled from there, "Why don't you blame you, why don't you blame me? It's because your surgery wasn't done, my dad had a brain hemorrhage, I accidentally fell off the bridge! Everyone, if my dad's surgery was all right, he might have a sudden brain hemorrhage, and he rode his bike well and no one hit him, so he just fell off the bridge like that?"
Some of the patient's family members who were watching said: "That's not necessarily true. A relative of mine was walking on the road the year before last, but he suddenly passed away with a cerebral hemorrhage. There are many reasons for this disease."
As soon as these words came out, the filial sons and daughters sitting on the ground immediately glared at him.
"It's not your father who died, you know the shit, I want you to interrupt!"
"Hey, why are you like this!"
Seeing the crowd clamoring constantly, a doctor's face was full of doubt: "Then don't make trouble here, let's follow the normal procedures. Our hospital is run by doctors and patients who deal with medical accidents, and we can meet in court. It's time for an autopsy, and you'll know what's going on, you can't just talk about it here."
When Uncle Li's eldest son heard this, his eyes widened: "Autopsy? Divide my dad's stomach? No way!"
"Then what do you want to do. Our operation was a success, and all the patient's postoperative data can prove it."
"No autopsy anyway!"
"Yes, no autopsy!"
"Disagree with autopsy!"
"It's your hospital that killed my dad, it's you. There's no reason for it, woohoo, you don't have to pay for the death!"