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His entire face was buckled to the keyboard, and in the gaps around the keycaps of the keys around "Enter" and several of the surrounding keys, there was a white foam that had dried up, foaming at the corners of his mouth when he died.

He died suddenly.

10 cm away from the mouse in front of the right, is a bucket of "Master Tang" instant noodles, the noodles inside have been eaten, from the rich sour smell of the instant noodles barrel can be judged, this bowl of leftovers has been placed for a long time. A few flies fluttered between Zhang Wei's corpse and the instant noodle bucket, enjoying the "food".

Zhang Wei was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt with the words "Wind and Thunder Express" printed on the back of the wide T-shirt, and the chair sitting under his buttocks had one leg broken, barely fixed by repeated winding with duct tape.

The old-fashioned air conditioner hanging on the wall did not turn on, even the plug was unplugged, and there was a thin layer of cobwebs on the surface of the air conditioner, and it could be seen that this air conditioner had not been turned on for a long time.

The room was small, only about 10 square meters, except for a small table for a computer, a chair, a single bed, a bust mirror glued to the back of the door, and a dilapidated zippered cloth closet, which showed how poor the dead young man's life was.

Because the door and the only window were closed, the whole room was filled with the sour smell of instant noodle residues and the rotten smell of corpses.

Whoever sees this scene will sigh -- no matter what the cause of death is, this is another young man who died young.

But Zhang Wei himself didn't want to sigh, he was more confused at the moment.

Someone is going to ask, how can people still be confused when they are dead?

yes, hell.

For half an hour, Zhang Wei kept looking at the back of his head and the corpse spot on his neck, from the beginning of the confusion, to the fear of discovering his corpse, after a period of hysteria, he fell into confusion again.

Anyone who has experienced looking at his corpse in 360 degrees without blind spots may have the same reaction as him.

He couldn't get out of the two meters away from the corpse, he tried many ways to "possess" his corpse again, all failed, for his corpse, his soul was ethereal, for his soul, his corpse was also untouchable, the two were like being in two parallel worlds, although close to each other, but never able to intersect.

He cries, he wails, he roars, he laughs, he can hear his own voice, but he can't hear anything but himself.

The world has nothing to do with him, and he has nothing to do with the world.

The corpse seat was facing the mirror on the back of the door, and it was natural that the mirror could only reflect the corpse, but not Zhang Wei's soul.

The computer is still on, and the host is "buzzing", but it has not been operated for a long time, and the monitor has already entered the screensaver mode.

A gray mouse climbed onto the table, first overturned the instant noodle bucket, found that there was nothing to eat, continued to crawl forward, climbed to Zhang Wei's head and face, smelled it, it seemed, it didn't stink, it seemed that he wanted to hit Zhang Wei's corpse.

Zhang Wei knew that rats could eat scavengers, and although he knew that he was dead, he still felt extremely resentful and annoyed that he was about to become a ration for rats, and he bared his teeth and claws to intimidate rats, even though he himself knew that it was useless.

He didn't notice that the violence and hatred that had been accumulated for a long time made a faint black smoke come out of his soul, and the appearance of this black smoke made the mouse that was about to put his ear under his mouth stand upside down, "squeak" and screamed, and rushed backwards in a panic, knocking the mouse over along the way.

When the mouse is moved, the screensaver of the computer screen is removed, revealing the interface of Zhang Wei's operation of the computer before his death.

It was a word document with only three words written on it: "In a long time".

In the lower right corner of the interface, there is a penguin chat group, the number of people in the group is less than 100, and the latest news in the group was sent three hours ago: "Hey! Milk from the sky, where did you die?

This passage was posted by a group manager with the screen name [Anal Mutual Masturbation Baby], the name of the group is "The Friends of the Milk of the Sky", and Zhang Wei is the leader of this group.

Seeing the familiar names of the group members in the group, and looking at the messages that seemed to be ridiculous, but were actually caring, the black anger on Zhang Wei's soul dissipated a lot, and he choked up a little: "Alas, brothers, I'm afraid that in the future, I won't have the blessing to write a new book for you!"

Aside from what seemed to scare away a mouse, he couldn't have even the slightest impact on the real world, let alone write a novel.

He was originally a part-time writer, wrote a book on the starting point Chinese website, the author ID is "the milk of the sky", and was rated by book friends as "the most riotous author name in history", because this pen name contains the ultimate dream of "amazing".

Later, he lost his job, and lived in Deep Blue City, the most developed city in China, and if he didn't have a job, it meant being eliminated, and in the same way, without a job, he wouldn't have the leisure to write novels, all kinds of scoundrels, and his novels were eunuchs.

He didn't want to go back to his hometown like this, and then let his old and frail parents worry about it, or even gnaw at the old, his family was poor, and it was not worth a lot of money to sell his parents.

So he began to work many jobs a day, and delivering couriers was just one of them, and he could only sleep 4 hours a day, so he had no time and energy to write novels.

Long-term high-intensity work, little sleep, and poor nutrition made his health worse and worse, until he died violently a few days ago.

In those days of struggle day and night, half of the rent was raised by the book friends in the book friend group to Zhang Wei. So before he died, he also promised to open a new book to repay the support and encouragement of book friends.

It's a pity that now he can't repay his parents for their nurturing kindness, nor can he repay the help of his book friends, and it is really sad that he has failed to such an extent in life.

The time on the computer shows that it is August 16, 2018, and if Zhang Wei remembers correctly, it was August 9 when he typed the words "in a long time" in the word document. He didn't remember when he died, but he could tell from the scene that it was shortly after those three words were typed.

In other words, today is the seventh day of his death.

Could it be that this is the legendary "first seven souls"?

"Thief God! Let me die, let me die! Do you want me to return to my soul? What are the ghosts that I say are superstitious? I am dead, and you still want to abuse me like this, so that I will still be so miserable after I die? There is a sentence I must say: Rini's mother sells ......" Zhang Wei was the last "batch" The word didn't scold, because he saw on the screen, in the blank space of the word document, slowly emerged in addition to a blood-red lotus, on the lotus sat a little boy carved in pink and jade, and what was even more bizarre was that the little boy and the lotus flower under his seat actually passed through the screen and appeared directly half a foot above Zhang Wei's corpse!

The child smiled at Zhang Wei's soul, vividly!

“…… "Batch" Zhang Wei's soul scolded the last word, and then was completely stunned.