"No!" The girl interrupted me and put her palm on the tip of my nose, "Do you think I didn't hear it? Do you think I can't feel your pain? It's a pity you can't feel my pain, otherwise you I won’t get drunk because of it!"
This is what a serious adult is saying now, her mature wisdom hidden behind a young face, "How do you say?" She stroked my shoulder and said, "How can I?"
Her uncomfortable expression makes me feel worried, what's hard to say
"Your daughter," she stammered, "in heaven, you are not thinking of her."
It was like a gunshot hit my head and knocked my head dumb. When I mentioned my 1-year-old daughter, it was like this, but this time, she was somewhere nearby, somehow, she was alive and well. This idea was even more difficult for me to accept than usual.
"Kathy," I said, feeling like my life was running out.
To postpone our peak period, Missy gave me a minute behind my back.
"The living people don't realize the grief experienced by the dead," she said. "Your daughter has lost her father, but she has strong life support and loving grandparents to spend her worst time with."
I was surprised, so I could only shake my head, "This is too bad! It's over!"
I feel Misie's opposition to this language, but I don't care. I looked up at the white things on the ceiling, trying to imagine Casey's life in heaven. Has she grown up and can't wear glasses anymore? Do her eyes need them? I was thinking about the possible changes in her personality, how her new home has shaped such a young heart, and what impact my parents will have on her life there. Who is her friend? Where does she live? How does she live? When Missy helped me stand up, I considered these and more puzzling questions.
"My girl is in heaven," I said proudly.
"It's her," Misie said, wiping a tear from my cheek. "She really is."
I felt my daughter appear far away by my side, stimulating the immense energy in my heart. I can use this power to move mountains, sweep the sea, and defeat all the armies in the world. I will do whatever it takes.
Faced with my life support system, I asked the last question—the only question: "How do I get into heaven?"
"This is the problem we are going to find out."
I followed Misie, thinking that more than an hour had passed, and the first thing that scared me in the next life was despair.
"Wait! Please stop! I beg you to stop!"
Glancing to the right, I noticed a lanky man walking towards me staggeringly, his arms dragging as if he couldn't keep up with his torso. I felt Misie lose her grip and smirked at this man's beard, which was too big for his face. He was wearing a rumpled tuxedo, and his puffy eyebrows covered his eyes. Seeing that this tramp was harmless, I was actually relieved to find another person who shared my hell, and I gestured closer to him. As soon as the man approached me, he grabbed my neck with his hand.
"Help me!" he shouted, "Oh, please help me!"
Saliva dripped from his drooling lips, his cheeks were sunken, and there were scratches everywhere. I immediately took a step back, but he followed and caught me.
"Are you God?" He begged bitterly, "Are you God? Answer me! Answer!"
I call my life support system and search on my left and right. Then, a cold trickle ran down my spine—Missi was gone, leaving me with a lunatic.
"You are God!" he said, smelling of whiskey and cigar all over his body, "you must be! Oh, Almighty Lord! What have I done?! I have suffered for my actions for a long time! Why are you Want to abandon me?! I should have a place on that raft! I am fucking qualified! Why am I here? Explain! "He strangled me, madly letting his muscles secrete adrenaline," you Why let me wait?!" He panted, "God bless! Lord, please listen to my prayer!"
When his big nails penetrated my throat, I yelled, feeling the blood flowing from my chest, and I pressed his face with one hand.
"Do you think I can't kill God?" He also made a face, "Do you think I will not murder God?!"
"I am not...! Take your dirty hands away!"
When he bit me everywhere, my eyes seemed to become dull. He barked at my face, pulled off my eyebrows, and squeezed my chin.
"I want to be one with you!" He was furious. "Take this body and eat it! Take this cup and drink with it! Oh, God!"
"Leave him alone!" a loud voice ordered, and at this moment, a sudden burst of air violently separated us.
A gorgeously dressed man holding a three-quarters black hat in his hand, walked past me blankly, this hungry man looked at me blankly behind me, he was only ten feet away from me Far. At an advanced age, this newcomer has a soft face, a few wrinkles, kind lips, and a fluffy white hair curled up to the collar. He was wearing a linen shirt with fancy cuffs, and a tight black vest matched his breeches. His ridiculous scarlet stockings caught people's attention, from calves to a pair of shiny shoes with gold buckles. He is a living museum work, a horn that does not belong to my time, but he seems very comfortable in this horn.
My sloppy attacker clasped his hands in prayer, then fell humbly in front of the old gentleman's polished leather shoes. "Why?" he sobbed. "Why did you keep me waiting? Show mercy, Lord! Will you end this poor injustice? Will you end all this today?"
The old man looked at the tramp contemptuously, and this expression was even worse on this friendly face. "Mr. Ismay, I am really flattered that you can get this far," he said with an elegant English accent. "However, your tenacity is worthy of admiration."
"Oh, this is commendable! Yes, my lord!"
"I am not your lord," he replied, "your efforts are in vain. Your indecent survival needs are immoral here, and heaven will never accommodate people like you. It disappears from my eyes immediately. "
The stranger disappeared with a similar breathing. Where? I can't say. "Magic," I muttered, skeptical.
"Not magic," the old man replied, "just a powerful combination of Faraday and Maxwell. Mr. Fox-a miracle of science."
The gorgeously dressed man paused, with a trace of regret, and then put the crooked hat on his white hair. "I can only apologize," he sighed. "Unfortunately, the things you just saw happen often. Those who are not worthy of heaven can still find themselves on the doorsteps of heaven. Come to the front, Mr. Fox. As your life support system says, nothing scary."
I was scared, and his assurance and pleasant manners could not do anything about it. My arms and legs were freezing, and when I approached, a familiar face appeared from behind his scrawny legs.
"You want me to shut up," Missy said sadly.
"I didn't say that."
"Don't say it out loud..."
I sighed and bent over and walked towards her, "I'm sorry, but you already know it. I just asked you to help. I thought you were my guardian, protector, or something?"
"Life support system," she said, sliding one side up, "you are not in any danger!"
After checking the various tooth marks on my body, Missy quickly changed her mind. I accepted her repeated apologies until she finally calmed down. Then, no matter how inappropriate, I think I can only shake hands with this man politely. "Can you call me Danny?"
His eyes were warm because he caught it, and after a strong shake, he reached into his vest and took out a silver flask.
"Drink," he said as he handed it to me. Missy held no more than two flasks in her hand, and she also persuaded me to put the contents down. It has no smell, it is thick and tasteless on my tongue.
"What is this?" I asked, feeling my skin itchy, and then weaving new muscles into the wound.
"A chemical mixture in the strict sense," the man said, enjoying my surprise, "It’s better for you than all the vegetables in the world."
"Who are you?" I hissed, dropped the flask to the ground, and flinched. There are no bite marks or scars on my hands or face.
"He is Isaac Newton," Misie said, pushing me back to him, "the greatest thinker of his time. This is the honor of my life, sir!"
"It's an honor to meet you, miss—you two!"
My life support system hides her blush behind me. Although I admire the man's appearance and help, my still scattered brain has not recognized the name.
"Daniel, this man is a genius!" Missy declared, "He created the law of universal gravitation. Today he continues to push the boundaries of physics. Sir Isaac, tell Daniel what happened before the Big Bang!"
"I don't think he is interested, miss."
I do not have. The only thing that interested me was what this obviously distinguished gentleman wanted from me. And, what did I do worthy of his attention
The Englishman bent down and probed my head, as if looking directly at a small piece of my personal information. He frowned at his discovery. "I'm sorry for making you suffer so much, your death is unpleasant."
"It doesn't feel at all," I lied, and the mere mention of that memory made me feel uncomfortable.
It's impossible for Isaac Newton not to notice my pain, but thankfully, he never caught my attention.
"That feeling will never leave you," Misie added, squeezing my fingers, "You will never forget, this is... how things develop."
"It's okay, I think it can be controlled, maybe."
I controlled my emotions and looked back at the older scientist. "Missi told me, you have been reading my life notebook? Is this true?"
He nodded. "I assigned myself to your ledger, which is interesting to read. "Yes," he thought, touching his chin. "Danny, your story is about the lives of two people. A good, decent, promising, very promising person has everything a friend, husband or father needs. "
"Where is the other one?" I asked cautiously.
"I'm afraid there are good and bad. In fact, this is a very complicated issue, and you will be judged for it."
Misie was fidgeting on my knees, eagerly trying to interrupt her for me.
"Under normal circumstances," Newton added, "For such an unbalanced life, there will only be one way of behavior, such a disproportionate way."
I was brave for a nanosecond, "So...what are you waiting for? Hurry up and end it."
Missy swallowed so hard that I could hear her swallowing. She was scared for me and still believed that Newton had read my account books and knew all of my qualities, those qualities that I don't remember.
"Danny," he slowly began to say, as if my appointment was his most important appointment, "things are never simple up and down, black and white. There are gray areas in all walks of life. Here too. ."
Missy raised her hand eagerly. "I told him, sir! My Daniel knows our justice system well."
"I don't fully believe it," he replied, amused.
"She told me a little bit," I said, "to be honest, it came too fast."
"Then let me explain in detail, pray and stand up."
He directed my gaze to two marbles out of nothing.
"Are you going to fly around me like a hornet?" I asked, sitting in his seat.
"No wings," he said with a snicker, "you know, they make me allergic. Besides, I prefer to use my legs. Walking is the best way to clear my mind, and my mind has a lot of miscellaneous things right now. s things."
He shuffled towards Marble and sat down, "Oh my God, it's much better! If I chat or snooze, please give me a nudge. Colleagues often point out my habit of dozing off at lectures, meetings, etc., but I think , If they have any major influence, or any colleague who deserves to be impressed, I won’t fall asleep."
"Am I... Important meeting? Is it impressive?"
"I'm not wasting time, Danny. Take a break!" he added, taking his own. "It might seem like this at first, but the afterlife is not complicated. Of course it's daunting, but it's not complicated. Just as Darwin said that the waiting plains around you are the first stop of an ongoing journey, an epic evolutionary process. "That lovely soul," he said with a smile, "I have never seen a person cherish his pigeons so much. , Or so obsessed with backgammon! "! He once challenged me to a bird game, you know..."
"Sir Isaac?" Misie said, beckoning him not to digress. "Can you?"
"Yes," he nodded hesitantly in agreement. "The kind soul, Danny, just like your child Casey, directly enters the kingdom above us. Some call it heaven, bliss, Valhalla, Or Olympus; I call it home. At the same time, other people—and more doubtful others—go down to the "unique earth", while other evil people are dragged away... . Deeper."
"What is unique?"
"It's gray," he replied with a pitiful expression, "It used to be ZìYóu and the kingdom of choice. Unfortunately, an evil existence took away the ZìYóu they had."
"Evil?" I inquired and approached quietly.
"Next time," said the hesitant scientist, "now I want to talk about the unique earth itself, a pluralistic rule full of humans and alien races. You have just returned from nature, Danny. A unique earth It is an unnatural earth."
"It's kind of like purgatory," Misie said, "a land where souls spend their time—it can be good or bad, depending on how you create it."
"Is this where I am going? Come to this unique earth?"
Isaac Newton nodded expressionlessly. "You will see a unique earth. I'm sure of that."
"What?" Misie gasped, "Have you not read his ledger? Haven't you seen his noble heart?"
"I read it," Newton replied, "I saw a noble heart lost its way! Missy, although your opinion is important, it is biased and has no effect on this judgment. Please let me write it. End. "Daniel," he concluded, "will see a unique earth, but he will not be sentenced there. "
Misie twisted back abruptly, as if she had been electrocuted, "If it's not heaven," she said tremblingly, "If it wasn't a unique earth...you wouldn't mean it?"
"It's not me," he replied, expressing peace with gestures, "but our Lord, his will, despite the profound mystery, there is a special thing that requires your Daniel: a great task. I am here. Because I have a vested interest in the success of this task."
Misie's fear made me uneasy. Shouldn't my guardian, my life support system know everything? (To be continued) (End of this chapter)