The presiding judge of Paradise has a daily job and greatest hobby of standing on the top of the towering staircase in the center of the main hall, condescendingly providing spiritual guidance - or hospice care - to everyone who comes to the underworld and chooses to see the presiding judge. Although Miss Death felt that such an act did not bring practical meaning to the souls, she still guided the souls for the presiding judge for thousands www.biquge.info of years.

White Mochi, like all the seniors who had visited the Hall of the Judgment of the Underworld, jokingly called the Hall of Truth and Wrong, floated at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the presiding judge, Lord Eihime.

It wondered why the so-called presiding judge was not a giant with a head as big as a hill, a canine tooth as long as a poplar, and a face as green as the sea, but a young girl who looked like a schoolboy from a dozen meters away, and it thought in silence for a long time, and finally decided to solve its original doubts first.

"You're Eihime-sama, can I ask you some questions?"

"Of course, you want to ask where this is, who you are, what are you doing, why do you look like a white mochi."

"Yes, but Miss Scythe has already answered the first question, this is the underworld, but where is the underworld? Miss Scythe doesn't know either. ”

"The underworld is in everyone's heart," Eihime-sama replied cheerfully, "but this answer doesn't mean anything to you. ”

"Well, indeed, I don't know how to talk about what's in my heart," said White Mochi, "and who am I?" What am I going to do? Why do I look like a white mochi? I don't think I used to be like this, right, why do I forget so many things? ”

"Your questions have increased."

"That's not all, I have more questions to ask Eihime-sama, such as if I leave the underworld, will I really be reincarnated? Become a new life? But does that mean anything to me now? I don't think I'm going to know what I've become, and the one I've become won't know what I'm now. ”

"You're a thinker."

"I don't know if I used to like to think, but now I can't stop thinking and can't think about anything, so I've come to see Eihime-sama, and Miss Scythe tells me that you can answer my questions."

"Some of the answers, perhaps," said the presiding judge, "are unanswered." ”

"I understand."

"So," Shikihime? Amasana puffed up his small chest—the exact opposite of what Onozuka Komachi described—and said seriously, "Let's talk about some of the questions that can be partially answered, such as who you are, what you do, why you look like a white mochi, and so on." ”

"Hmm."

"I'll see...... You are a murderer. ”

"Oh."

"No name," the presiding judge continued, "or you don't care what your name is, so it doesn't matter what name you are given, it doesn't matter what your name is, your former status, or occupation, or hobby, was a murderer, a criminal, and you knew very well that you were a criminal who did not tolerate the social group, but you didn't care about it. ”

"Really? I don't quite know. ”

"Then, what are you going to do?" Lord Yinghime closed her eyes and thought for a while, "This question is not easy to answer, now all you have to do is listen to me, maybe you can go outside for a walk, but this is probably no different from staying in the main hall." ”

"I'm not going to go out for a walk."

"As for why you look like a white mochi, and it's transparent, it's very simple, because you forget what you look like, and the spherical shape is the most comfortable mental posture, plus the uncalm of consciousness, it will naturally look like a mochi that is not too round."

"Oh, I see, Eihime-sama really knows a lot."

"Because I can 'be' a lot of people, including you, and naturally I can answer your doubts in many ways that you don't understand."

"Eihime-sama is a lot of people? Isn't it you who I see you? ”

"Of course it's me."

"Oh......" White Mochi seemed to understand and fell into deep thought, and then the white translucent body of White Mochi gradually changed into a vague human form, "I seem to remember some experiences. ”

"I can see it."

"This is the underworld, so that means I'm dead? But I can still feel myself, is this death? Mochi's doubts were endless, "I remember as if it was a pre-death experience, I was going to kill someone, who was it?" Can't remember, and then ...... I was probably killed by someone passing by? Is it the police? ”

"Maybe it's a baseball youth passing by on his way home from practice."

"Oh."

"What do you think of the experience?" Eihime-sama asked rhetorically.

"How? From which point of view? Satisfied or dissatisfied? Regret or no regret? ”

"Let's talk about how you feel when you recall the first time you experienced it."

"There is no dissatisfaction, and there is no regret," said the human form, "and I remember that sooner or later people will die, and in that case, I should have been ready for death, not to mention that I should have met death in the pursuit of the lifestyle or career I wanted, and I need not have regrets." ”

"I'm glad you think so."

"Miss Scythe told me that I am in the heart of Eihime-sama, and everything I think is actually you."

"That's right."

"So, everything that's happening now is Eihime-sama talking to herself, asking herself questions?" The figure patted his head in anguish, "But I don't think that's the case." ”

"It's up to you, and if you want everything you're seeing and thinking now isn't my own question, then that's what you and I ask and answer."

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved," it tilted its vague head in an effort to see the presiding judge around it and on the high platform, "Why would Eihime-sama be happy with my thoughts?" ”

"This shows that you have seen yourself clearly."

"Do I see clearly? I didn't feel that way, and although I gradually remembered what I had done, I still felt like a mystery. ”

"Everybody is a mystery, and you can imagine that this step is already a little more sober than most people who come here."

"But I'm still 'amnesia', can a person who chooses amnesia really be awake?"

"Maybe, maybe not, there are many kinds of visitors to the underworld, some are the same as before they were born, and some have become white mochi like you; Some people don't want to think about anything, and they will leave immediately when they realize that they can leave the underworld, some think too much but don't realize themselves and are not interested in seeing me, and some love to think and doubt themselves, so they come to me to seek answers; Some of them have no loss of memory or even clearer than they were before they were alive, some of them have lost most of their memories of their experiences but remember how to think, some of them also want to see me for answers, and some of them leave the underworld without any doubts. ”

"I'm one of them."

"Of course, there are the most amnesiac people like you who want to see me, and they are also the most colorful."