Is there a soul? Literature and art are all available, plants, animals, and even good poetry and music will be considered to have a soul. Not to mention being a primate.

Of course, there is no scientific statement, death and life are inherently opposites, death is death, where is the soul? If there is a soul, there can be no hell and heaven?

On the fringes of the glittering metropolis are small villages. These small villages are much quieter than they are a few kilometers away, and when the lights go out, only the sound of wind and barking dogs remains. Under the dim street lamp, a piece of waste paper flew and brought up a few small leaves. The shadow of a tree next to the street lamp seemed to suddenly become heavy, and a transparent body that was invisible to people raised its feet and slowly pulled itself out of the shadows. With the breeze, the transparent body that pulled out the shadow fluttered and swayed, like a drunken man with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and at last it simply began to float, and when it was about to float over the top of the tree, it was like being dragged by someone, and the body was much heavier.

The body began to solidify from a drifting shape, and little by little began to piece together the facial features, a very ordinary face. Then the shadows of the trees on the side of the road began to gather rapidly towards the suspicious body, adding a slightly gloomy color to it. In this way, it is more like a figure floating in the canopy, more like a ghost.

His name is Chalk, he has been dead for more than a month, and tomorrow he will be leaving, and the trees are no longer useful to him. He still hadn't figured out why he died, he didn't know why he was the way he was, he didn't even know what he was, he hadn't seen it, he hadn't seen it for more than a month.

One night more than a month ago, it was probably dense with clouds, it was difficult to see the stars, and the moon was faint and faint. In a cramped rental house, a shadow was overlapping with a young man lying on his side, and after a few minutes, the shadow got up, as if he wanted to lift his feet, but suddenly floated to the ceiling, and floated straight out. The shadow began to panic, and the transparent hands and feet began to swing wildly, visibly wanting to fall back into the room. Slowly, the shadows seemed to be familiar with how to flutter, and they no longer danced. It floated up and down for a few minutes before drifting into the rental house. It lay down again at the young man who was lying on his side, but he still could not get up, and the shadow began to fly around the room in a hurry, lying down from time to time, and at last he lay down like that, probably waiting for the dawn to see if anyone would find him.

The next day, at about nine o'clock, the mobile phone next to the bed began to ring, a shadow on the bed quickly got up, the shadow head slightly deflected to look at the young man lying horizontally, and then turned to look at the mobile phone, the mobile phone rang and rang, and no one answered, so that the caller lost patience and stopped calling. Long after the phone stopped ringing, the shadows began to drift out. It sat on the balcony like a young man, a sunny day, but he couldn't go to work normally anymore, he shouldn't be a human being. The sun shines through the shadows and windows on the young man lying horizontally, the shadows flutter his arms, he is not afraid of the sun?

On the fourth day, he had few friends, and he could only be missing long enough for anyone to notice the anomaly, first banging on the door, and then banging on the door several times. The shadow floated up from the wooden chair, and it floated out to look at it, and then quickly drifted back into the body of the young man lying on his side, even though the young man had begun to emit some stench. The door was quickly slammed open, and a young policeman in a black police uniform walked in, and a slightly fatter policeman outside blocked a middle-aged couple who also wanted to come in. The young policeman hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to probe the snort of the lying youth, and then felt the pulse of the young man when he found that the young man was not breathing, and after finding the young man's stiff body, the young policeman straightened up and sniffed. He frowned before shaking his head and calling the others and informing the medical examiner. Then he walked out, looked at his companion and said, "Dead, we have to determine the cause of death as soon as possible, I have already notified the others, we will protect the scene." ”

The shadows were always floating, and he watched them determine the cause of death, determine the time of death, watch them carry away their bodies, watch a man come and go, go and come and go.

His parents also came, a middle-aged couple with frost-dyed sideburns and a somewhat yellow-black complexion, his mother had been crying, tears blurred in her eyes, and her eyes were red and swollen. The middle-aged man didn't cry, but his eyes were red, and he stood next to him for a long time before he began to pack up the daily necessities used by the chalk.

The chalk saw himself again in the crematorium, his own body to be exact. He was angry, he yelled but was silent, he cried and there were no more tears. A transparent mass that can only take the shadow of the tree as a body in the shadow of the tree, and in the moonlight. He was desperate, he looked at the little wooden box, he looked at himself because he didn't have too many photos and could only find a picture of himself with a smile, he looked at it for a long, long time.

Chalk did not go home with his parents, for he suddenly found that the shade of the trees in the moonlight was of great use to him now, and that he would slowly become uncomfortable in the sun, like a frog boiled in warm water, and after a long time it would be like being burned by fire, and even some of it began to dissipate.

This is where the chalk rises from the shade of the tree and rises to the heights.

Workers were busy in a factory, and the shadows next to one of the workstations suddenly became heavier, and a chalky man watched the strange young worker doing his old job, and everything else was as usual. Time passes, and nothing is gone.

When he got home, he looked at his grave, which was covered with a thick layer of earth, and the shadows fluttered a little wrong.

At home, his father sat on the old sofa, very rickety, and his mother fell asleep in the back room. He floated on a small wooden tie for a long, long time.

Then people's lives went on, and the chalk could only float like that, look at it so much, and think about some strange thoughts, after all, he was a strange thing now. Time flies, and it's Chinese New Year's Eve. It was a happy day, but this year is much heavier, and sighs have replaced the laughter of previous years. The mother muttered, "That more clip, that, and that,,, your brother likes to eat." "In < custom Chinese New Year's Eve a table of tribute meals will be set up for the deceased relatives, and a little bit of each dish will be taken for more than half an hour, and the parents will eat very little for the originally sumptuous dinner. After the meal, my mother cleaned up the house and went back to the back room to cover the quilt and began to cry. It's still the same sofa, the rickety figure is smoking a cigarette, sighing heavily from time to time. It's still that little wooden zap, chalky floating, watching.

Both joyful days and days of heavy sorrow pass quickly, and time erases sorrow and takes away joy.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again, my mother still has a sumptuous dinner, and my father is busy outside. It's just that after dinner, my mother stopped crying under the quilt, and my father stopped sighing and smoking. They sat there talking about the year's harvest, what was needed there, what was going to happen there, but there was silence from time to time. The little muzha was still there, and the chalk was still floating there, watching.

The next day, the chalk floated again to the mound, which was already overgrown with weeds. Of course, it was neatly trimmed, and the chalk sat with its back to it. He said that sitting was actually floating all the time, and he thought about what he should be? After sitting for a day, he got up and floated home. He's leaving, but he doesn't know how to say goodbye?

The snow-white peaks of the Himalayas, with chalk flying, came to see the world's highest peak. When he was alive, he couldn't see it, and he couldn't leave, and now he looks like it's just looking around, after all, this is one of his few dreams. At the highest point he saw some people, some climbers. The chalk pulls itself and turns itself into a slender thread, which is a relaxing pleasure.

Sea of Skulls in Namibia, Devil's Town, Bermuda's Devil's Triangle, Kamchatka Death Valley, Suicide Forest, Doll Island, Paris Catacombs, Miyake Island, Winchester, California, Akershus Castle, ,,,

He searched for the weirdest places in the world, the most likely places where there were creatures like his current self. Even the most likely places in the novel to travel through have not found anything strange and interesting. Now that he is on the sea, he seems to be a little lost, which should not and cannot be like this.

"This world is beautiful, it's big, what does it have to do with you now, dead, you die,,,

"Why?

"How can I die again?! I tried, and I won't die now!"

"Calm down, think about it first, chalk you can!"

The storm arose, the huge hurricane rolled up the tornado, the lightning was overwhelming, and the sky seemed to be swept away. The weather of the sea changed like this, the chalk was torn apart by lightning, and the shadows were divided into innumerable pieces, and then flowed and merged together. The chalk that had been cleaved began to drift towards the dreary sky, and the direction began to drift away from the sea, and the lightning continued to fall behind him, and the hurricane continued to rage.

Today's moon is particularly round, the chalk is home again, and the little muzha is gone. Father's back is hunched, mother's hair is gray, the only good thing is that the younger siblings have grown up and can already take care of their parents, he has been floating for a long time, and this time the departure should be forever.