Uh, yes... I walked to the door and stopped awkwardly. Uh... ...
Maybe the mop will be useful
When I opened the door and left, a narrow corridor was waiting for me, and I couldn't help but stare at it for a while. Such a simple place, white walls and pure brown carpets. I must have seen it thousands of times, but it seems a little different. In fact, all things are like this. The tattered sneakers, loose black pants, even the hallway lights above my head, and moths flying around; everything reminds me of who I am, and I am suddenly not sure if I am that person. .
I closed the bathroom door behind me and went downstairs. The parents sat in the study together, watching TV under a high light. When I walked into the kitchen, they didn't look at it, although I'm sure they must have heard footsteps. But later, I thought they had better not see it. It was very difficult to explain the blood stains on the shirts. Soon, I grabbed the mop next to the refrigerator.
"Don't forget to get a bucket," the silent voice of Death came. I almost dropped the mop on the ground and played with it for a while between my hands. Some towels might also be good.
Looking around, the kitchen is still empty, where are you...
"Still in the bathroom," it replied, "I can talk to you, no matter how far apart we are. It's because I went directly into your brain instead of speaking through the vocal cords."
There was a pause, and his eyes seemed to be squinted as he waited.
"You know, it's two-way. Say something in your head and I'll hear it." Another pause. "However, you must think clearly about the problem. Concentration can consolidate the ideas in our minds and make them understandable."
Ah? Like this? My eyes swam to the ceiling.
"Yes, it's simple, right."
"You have calmed down," Death asked me to look up from work. "I thought you would have more questions for me."
I stared at the blood for a while, but they didn't notice.
what
My parents, I screwed the mop onto the bucket while talking. They didn't notice that I was dead.
"You are locked in the bathroom, you know. It may be a while before they find your body."
"I want to know how long it will take?"
Reaper was quiet after that, and the conversation didn't resume until I was almost done cleaning.
"By the way, my name is Garroville."
I sat quietly on the edge of the bathtub and looked at the floating skeletons. Well, only one sentence was said.
Galloville tilted his head. "Nothing to talk about, right? You talked more when you died."
"Sorry, no... I mean... yes."
"Well, don’t worry, there’s no need to rush." Garroville slowly approached the mirror, and I suddenly realized that Death was not responding, "You don’t look like the kind of curious person, so I thought I’d just explain if you Stop me if you have any questions."
"You and I are now connected," Galloville said, "I am now the backbone of your life. From a biological point of view, your body is alive again, but I am the only one who can attach you to The things in your body are your soul, your consciousness, your self-consciousness, no matter what you call it, now I am the one who keeps in touch with the world. Death paused for a moment, maybe because he wanted to be considerate. I Thinking this might sound like a bad thing, let your soul be controlled by other people, that is, but in fact there are some quite wonderful advantages in this whole scene. First of all, of course, to restore your body’s ability, but I have already Having talked about it. I believe you have caught a glimpse of the second advantage. In other words, even if your body is technically dead, you can still continue to move."
I blinked.
"It has something to do with your brain," Garowell hit his skull with a long phalanx. "Your brain is now completely dependent on me, mainly because I live in your brain now, so your brain is now completely dependent on me. However, in this physical world, your brain can now be self-sustaining. Even if you Bleeding to death, your heart stops beating, or even breathing, your brain will continue to work. Death pauses again. Of course, this is not as simple as it sounds, because the brain is a rather complicated device. I do It numbs all kinds of signals, otherwise your brain may need to turn off signals because of lack of blood or glucose or other things, but you don’t need to worry about these, I have already got everything done."
I tried to say something, but found that I couldn't speak, so I raised my brow and stared at it.
Reaper tilted his head to me, "Does this make sense?"
I just nodded.
"Well, the third advantage is obviously that whenever you need me, I have my shiny personality."
"However, this is not just my xìng," Galloville continued, "As a god of death, I have the ability to perceive people who are dying at any time, that is, the edge of death. Simply put, I feel a The aura of the destruction of the human soul is very dramatic. Especially because I cannot help them. On the other hand, so can you. So whenever I feel the aura of someone’s body, I hope you try to save They. Understand?"
"Uh, yes..." I nodded again.
"However, you should know that I always need you to do this. My whole purpose in resurrecting you is to help me save my life. So no matter what changes your life may have-whether it's a new job, marriage, or childbirth. , Or anything else-if you can't help me, then I will have to release your soul to find another person."
"Okay..." I squinted. "But...how could I become unable to help you? I mean... I wonder if I will be too busy to save time. A person’s life."
"It's great for you to say that, but it may not always be your decision. For example, if your brain ends up in a jar, you won't be able to save anyone, and I won't be able to get you out. Okay, Maybe if it’s a weak jar. I mean, a very weak jar, I’m not so sure."
I blinked a few times, "Uh, what? Why is my brain put in a jar?"
"I don't know, I just give an example."
"I think this example is too specific. You... Are you asking me to fight a mad scientist?"
"Oh, um. I didn't plan to do this, but I can't say it's impossible. Who knows what will happen in the future, right."
"Uh, that's right," I moved my gaze to the ground for a while, and then I saw the intact skin on his arm. "But I still have a problem."
"what is this?"
"If, if you can bring such a person back to life, then why don't you...you know...for everyone?"
Galloville hesitated, "Well, what? I don't understand what you are talking about. Don't stop when you are talking."
"Ah... he tried again. If you can bring people back to life, then... why don't you... bring everyone back to life?"
"You're still pausing, I told you not to do this again."
"Damn, I'm...trying hard..."
"Ah, all right. Anyway, I understood you the second time."
"Then answer my question!"
"Hey, you didn't stop this time, you did a good job."
"I hope you have a corpse so I can strangle you..."
"However, this is an important question. Obviously, if I can make more people alive, I will. I don't know everyone's situation. The problem is that I can only maintain stable contact with one soul at a time. I try to maintain this relationship with the second person, then my energy will begin to dissipate, eventually exhausting me or destroying me. If these two things happen to me, then the soul of the person connected to me will be Being stripped from their still alive bodies will cause brain death or the breakdown of the gods. To say the least, a body with impaired consciousness can become quite terrifying."
I tilted my head back "You mean, they will... start killing people at will?"
"As for other terrible things, yes."
"Wow, okay." I crossed my slender arms, head tilted a bit. "But if that's the case, then why did you choose me for this job?"
"Well, I must choose someone, I need a servant, and you are there."
"That's it? It's just a coincidence that you chose me...?"
"In most cases it is."
I looked at death. "What does that mean? Most?"
"I try not to petition murderers and others for this job, so yes, for me, there are still some judgments. More importantly, I did not choose you, I asked you. It is you Agree."
"But a second chance like this...Who would reject your offer?"
"A person who just wants to die."
I hesitated, and for a while I just sat there, eyes falling from Garroville to the floor. But, I finally said, I committed suicide...
"I know, I watched you do it."
"Then... Then why don't you ask others? Someone died in an accident or something? He took a breath. Someone who really deserves such an opportunity..."
"If you really want to die like that, you won't agree to need my help when I ask you." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)