"Ding dong!" The bloody man raised a finger, showing eight standard teeth, and said, "Voting is over!"
The beam of light fell on a little girl under the age of twenty, which meant that the game was over, and she was voted out by many votes.
According to the rules, the little girl was going to disappear in this world. Before leaving, she shook Hai Ri's shoulders, burst into tears and said, "Obviously you are the murderer, why didn't you say it? Why didn't you say it!"
The bloody dead man came over and dragged her out by her hair. Hai Ri took a deep breath and turned to look at the crowd.
The dead man turned his head, the corners of his blood-stained mouth raised, and he said with a smile, "The game is over, the murderer has escaped."
Before leaving, the little girl pointed at Hai Ri and shouted, "He is the murderer! You are all blind, blind!"
She was dragged away by the dead and disappeared completely.
Hai Ri said, "I'm really—sorry."
He didn't feel a little relaxed, because he made up lies for three days, acted as a good guy for three days, and let a really good guy lose the game.
Hae-il said, "I am the murderer."
Hai Ri respected the rules of the game and said, "I want to take away all of your points, but...except Sheng Canyang's."
The dead man came back, and the girl was no longer in his hands. He clapped his hands and said, "Of course, of course, it's up to you, murderer."
A few people came over, very annoyed, and put their hands on Hai Ri's shoulders: "Damn, you can act."
Hai Ri heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to Sheng Canyang, "Ancestor, should we go home or have a meal first?"
Sheng Canyang wore a baseball uniform and a peaked cap, showing half of his face. His legs were straight and long. He walked over with his bag on, looked at the others, and asked, "Are you together?"
"Which district are you from?" the few people asked.
Hai Ri said, "North China 9."
"No," said a man, "It's too far away. We're from Southwest District 3. Brother, you had a good time and enjoyed yourself. I hope I won't meet you next time."
Hai Ri laughed and said, "I wish you a speedy death."
"Thank you for your good words!" The man said sincerely, "I also hope that you will get what you want and die successfully. Let's work hard together."
Hai Ri also said sincerely: "Come on together."
This is the fifth day of Hae-il's arrival in this weird world. He came here because of a suicide. Like everyone here, he doesn't want to live anymore. This is a world that is reversed from the normal world. In the normal world, everyone desperately survives. In this world, they try their best. wanna die.
Life is the least valuable thing, and it cannot be given away.
Five days ago, Hai Ri buckled the plastic bag over his head in an attempt to suffocate himself, and then failed, but managed to come here.
"Name."
"Hai Ri."
"Say your full name."
"It's called Hairi, Mongolian."
The person in front of the counter rolled his eyelids, glanced at his appearance, and asked, "Age."
"twenty three."
"Did you die at such a young age?" The counter employee said casually, "How did you commit suicide?"
"asphyxia."
Employee: "Why did you choose to suffocate?"
Hai Ri said sincerely: "Environmental protection."
Counter staff: "…"
He was tortured by the streamlined work, so he reluctantly hooked his lips and flipped through the form in his hand: "Did you have any debts before committing suicide?"
"No."
"Where did you commit suicide? Your own home, or a rented room."
Hai Ri's head was like toilet paper thrown in the washing machine, sticky looking back at his not-so-miserable life, and answering the question: "My own home."
Hai Ri lazily sat on the chair, put his hands on the marble counter, and turned the pen around, turning and turning, his consciousness fluttering, and he recounted the incident without thinking: "I have a suite, on the 18th floor. In the house I bought with full money, I covered my head with a plastic bag and committed suicide. I guarantee that my death did not harm anyone’s vested interests, no blood came out, and it was really environmentally friendly.”
Counter staff: "No problem. Are you of mixed race? Or do all Mongolians look like this?"
"Chinese," Hai Ri said, "but my mother is Russian, my father is Mongolian, fake mixed race."
Employee: "You see that you are not short of money. Do you have any relatives? How is your family situation?"
"Both parents," Hai Ri slid too far down, he sat up again, and said, "Family situation..."
He thought for a while, and found a more suitable word: "Not bad."
The employee glanced at him again through the glasses and motioned for him to continue, which obviously wasn't enough.
Hai Ri: "My mother married a wealthy traveler, and my sister also married a wealthy jewelry seller. I'm lagging behind.... Do you have a suitable one? Can you introduce one to me."
Employee: "I have a suitable job to get you? Your family is rich enough. The last question, what is your sexual orientation?"
Hai Ri asked, "How many more questions?"
"It's the penultimate one."
"Gay," Hai Ri compared a "0" casually, sat up, looked at him and said, "Pure zero."
Now the problem became much clearer. After hearing this, the employee gave a meaningful "Oh", and then avoided Hai Ri's sight embarrassingly after Hai Ri's sight collided with his. He is familiar with this expression because he is actually afraid that Hai Ri will take a fancy to him.
So I stopped asking extra questions, and immediately entered the role: "Then this is the last question, what is the reason for suicide?"
Hai Ri said casually, "You can't marry a rich man."
staff:"?"
"You can write like this," Hai Ri compared his notebook, and then said, "You can also say it's boring."
"Because I'm bored," Hai Ri exhaled, looked around, and asked, "Can I go?"
"Yes," the employee nodded, and suddenly picked up the style, tore off the form, threw it in front of him handsomely, tapped the pen cap on the signature place, and said reservedly, "Sign here."
Hai Ri signed it casually, and the handwriting was flamboyant.
The employee glanced at it and said, "Okay, now tell me about your ID card information, and I will issue you a bank card, which is related to your room card in the hotel upstairs."
Hai Ri: "Why are you driving this?"
The employee formally said: "You can't die when you don't deserve it. This is the rule in this world. Welcome to the third branch of the National Suicide and Health Inspection Bureau. Whether you can die or not depends on your ability. Enter the novice tutorial and turn right. After getting on the elevator, look for your room number, then pick up the small card at the door and have a look."
Hai Ri stood up and said, "That's just one question."
staff:"?"
"Are I just unlucky, or is this the case for anyone who commits suicide?"
Counter staff: "It must be like this. All people who succeed in suicide go out from here. People who fail here... You might wake up later and find yourself lying in the hospital with your mother holding your baby. Crying hands, saying that I almost lost you. Now that I’ve come to this point, let me say in advance, ‘Nice to meet you, have a good trip’, you won’t remember what happened here, just take a nap.”
The staff at the counter said coolly: "Welcome to check in, I wish you all your wishes come true."
Hai Ri asked politely, "Is your face cramping?"
The employee's cramp-like smile stopped.
"You're not my type." Hai Ri took his room card, picked up his coat, compared his face, and said, "Don't worry, your penis is safe."
The counter clerk said, "Sorry, I'm straight, and I have no money."
"Excuse me," Hai Ri said, "I said your pants."
The counter staff looked down and saw that his door was wide open. Immediately wished to die—impossible, impossible.
So there are many jokes here, if you say "Go to hell", the other party may say "I will borrow your good words."
There are a group of people who have no living heads here, and they look at death as home. If you threaten them, you can only threaten them——
The counter clerk said: "If you run out of savings, you will be sent home, and this suicide has failed."
Hai Ri shook the bank card in his hand, unexpectedly said: "Is there money here?"
"You probably..." The man glanced at his computer and said, "Two hundred."
The man said, "Upstairs in the hotel, 100 yuan a night."
Hai Ri: "What about eating?"
"Breakfast is free, lunch and dinner are 15 meals a day."
Hai Ri had never been so poor in his life, he immediately sat back and asked, "Excuse me, please send me home now."
staff:"?"
staff:"… "
"It's okay," the employee said after a moment of silence, "but you died of suffocation. You were delayed for a while on the way here. You may not be able to be rescued after you go back. Of course you won't die. It is likely to be a vegetative state."
Hai Ri's mood has not been so ups and downs for a long time.
The staff at the counter said: "Asphyxiation is a relatively rare way of death, and the money is relatively small. Hanging is 1,500, drowning is 3,000, jumping off a building is 3,000, and wrists are slit. I came in."
Hai Ri was startled, and then took a closer look, and found that his wrist was clean.
"We're used to giving the dead some decency," said the employee.
The counter staff said: "It's okay dear, you can go out to make money tomorrow, I hope you can meet a rich man on the way and realize your dream in life!"
Hai Ri said: "But if I hadn't met, I would have to go back to being a vegetable. Right?"
"No no," the employee said, "it's just a possibility, about... 90 percent."
Hai Ri: "Oh."
The employee added: "I wish you all the best."
Hai Ri was completely bewildered. It's fake that he wants to marry a rich man, but it's true that he wants to die, but... Damn, what the hell is this going to be? One side is a vegetative state, the other side is dead. If you want to die, you have to marry a rich man? !
exist? Come out and see what is the real hopelessness of life.
I thought death was enough, but now I am forced to die, and I cannot live. Why on earth did he have to suffocate to death? It was because I saw a stupid news this morning, saying that a man put a plastic bag over his head and suffocated to death. His heart was moved, and then he made it like this.
Hairi had already gone out, but came back again, looked down at him and asked, "There was another man this morning, who was suffocated to death, is he here?"
At least he got his revenge.
"I haven't heard of it," said the employee, "but if he didn't intend to suffocate himself to death, then he is not a suicide, it is an IQ problem, and he should be dead by now."
Hai Ri: "..."
The employee hung up his cramped smile again.
Play fucking eggs.
Hae Il really felt that he had reached the end of his life.