A foreign man appears in the video. He seemed to be in a study room or something, with a large bookcase behind him filled with books. Different paintings hang on the side walls. The largest one has a gloomy painting style, and the overall appearance is black. There is a faint human figure standing in the middle of the painting. Among other paintings, there are many familiar characters: the god of death with a skull and sickle, a bull-headed horse face, and a figure in purgatory. The jailer and the soul, the king of hell, the monster that imprisons the soul...
The man looked haggard, with black tattoos on his pale face. The tattoo design is an abstract totem that covers half of the face and extends to the neck, disappearing under the collar.
He spoke in a foreign language, but below the video, there were subtitle translations.
"My name is Hazzard, a superpower. When I was four years old, my grandma died of illness. Since then, I have had superpowers. I can communicate with my grandma. I draw pictures, Put it in the mailbox, and the painting will be received by grandma. I will also receive a reply from grandma. My parents are busy at work. When grandma was alive, grandma took care of me. After grandma passed away, they hired a nanny to just take care of me. He had three meals a day and was very neglectful of me, so he didn’t even know about it.”
Hazzard seems to be the kind of person who shares things online, taking his time telling his story.
"I didn't understand the importance of this ability for a long time. I believed in the fairy tale that people can communicate with their dead relatives. Everyone can. The correspondence with grandma lasted for a long time. Grandma They always asked about my situation in the letters, but they were very simple. At first, it was drawings. When I knew more words, we communicated through words, and the information became more and more. However, it was still concentrated on those elders versus juniors. On the old questions. Such as whether the food is good, what to eat, what games to play with the children, whether mom and dad are busy at work..." Hazzard showed a happy smile at this time, with memories in his expression.
This expression didn't last long.
"Then, when I was in elementary school, my good friend lost his parents. He was in pain. At that time, I stayed with him for a long time. I helped him send letters and communicate with his parents. We were both children and thought This is a normal thing. Everyone can do this kind of thing. The only problem we found at the time was that the person who received the reply was not him, but me. We thought it was the wrong address of the letter, it was just a question, I didn't pay much attention to it. After several exchanges of letters, my friend's uncle, who adopted him after his parents died, found those letters. He thought that my friend had encountered a kidnapper and that someone wanted to kidnap my friend. After we explained it, he still didn't believe it." The man in the video smiled bitterly, "His uncle was very young and had not yet married at that time. He did not think of methods such as calling the police. There was no sender's address in the reply. There was no postmark. Our two children didn’t know this, and he knew it very well, so he decided that we had encountered an abductor. He couldn’t come to the door directly, so he chose to squat and wait. We stared at my mailbox for a long time, but couldn’t find the delivery People who write letters. This is not about squatting all day long and waking up to find an extra letter in the mailbox. It’s not like that. It’s about us confirming that there is nothing in the mailbox at noon. We squatting all afternoon and finding nothing. When it’s dinner time, We open the mailbox and there's something extra in the mailbox. That's it."
The man paused, "No one saw the person who delivered the letter, no one saw where the letter came from, it just appeared. Only then did my friend's uncle feel that something was not right. He sent the letter we received After comparing it with the relics of my friend's parents, the handwriting is the same. Some small details, which only their family members know, can also prove that the sender must be my friend's parents. In this series of verification work, the uncle I did it for a long time. Various experiments proved that I have super powers and can communicate with the dead through letters. Under the instructions of the uncle, I started asking my grandma and my friend’s parents about heaven and hell.”
The man turned his head and looked away from the camera.
After a long silence, he turned his head and looked at the camera.
"This may make many church believers and church believers of many religions feel unhappy. But judging from the information we have received, after death, people will neither go to heaven nor hell. There is a saying in the East , called reincarnation. After death, people will enter reincarnation. There is a transfer station in it. After most people die, they will enter that transfer station to wait for reincarnation and the beginning of a new life. There are also people there to manage it. Maybe they shouldn’t be called people. … But it is not a complete world. While waiting there, the dead do not need to eat or sleep, they just wait. A group of dead people gather together because they do not need physiological metabolism and do not have any material conditions, so they just gather together Let’s chat together. The place is very big, and there are many dead people, and they are gathered in small groups. Some dead people will run far away, but most of them will stay and arrive directly in that area after death.”
The man raised two fingers and said, "There are two issues involved in this whole process. One is the managers there. As I just said, the dead can move freely, but there are managers there. For most of the dead, those managers You won't do anything, even reincarnation, most of the time, you are free. Of course, you are limited to freely choosing the time to enter reincarnation. For a very small part of it, managers will manage... They will take away the dead. My grandma doesn’t know much. She is not a person who is good at communicating with others. My friend’s parents asked about a lot of things. One important piece of information is that there is more than one person with superpowers like me. Our abilities are all kinds of weird. What we have in common, besides having superpowers, is that we were taken away by managers at that transit station before this reincarnation. The reason why we were taken away, according to what my friend’s parents learned about... is Because we made mistakes. We did wrong things in the last reincarnation, killing people and other wrong things, so we were punished at that transfer station. In this reincarnation, we have superpowers."
The man spread his hands, "I know, if I say this, many people will accuse me of having a problem with my logic. If you are punished for doing something wrong, how can you have superpowers? If you are not punished, but rewarded, this has nothing to do with reality. There is an obvious conflict with the world's norms. Here, it involves the second issue I just mentioned about the transfer station and the deceased."
The man stared at the camera and said solemnly: "I mentioned it just now. Most people will enter the transfer station after death. In other words, there are still a small number of people who will not enter there. Those people are the people we usually refer to. ,ghost."