March 28, 2 a.m

The girl's name is Enma Love, and she is a sinner who has been happy, betrayed, and has chosen to sacrifice for others, and she has not made many mistakes, and she was just a little girl who was simply disgusted before she became a sinful being, and in fact, there are many people in hell who can gradually take on the position of the god of death from an ordinary soul, after all, most of the powerful souls have been pulled into the so-called Valhalla (Alayah: Blame me?). ）

However, that duty seemed too heavy for her, and even if she had ever realized it, she could not imagine the days when she sat alone in the flowers on the other side of the river, and she was always not too sure of the outcome that did not come, and the previous death was like this, and the present life was the same, as if everyone had deliberately given her the best things, but did not tell her that the pain behind it was contagious like a disease

-- When did it start?

-- No, when will this end?

Those who go to hell are creatures who have no glory to speak of, who only live for the sake of living, and even if they can drink freely for a lifetime in life, they will not end up being a lone petal in the flowers, and all the life that Enma loves is spent admiring those surprisingly bright petals, and she only sees the "death" of others in her eyes, but not their life, so what? Life is a process of mutual cycles, and she has only faced the cruelest part of it... No, there have been people who have returned to the world from hell, but the final result is still a rebellion, surrounded by a group of undead who have no belonging, and those who really still have a pure heart mercilessly beat them who were once beloved to hell again, who can blame them? Blame himself? No, the torture of time should be blamed, after all, "eternity" is always the most cruel beauty woven by human beings

-- Why do they choose to take their memories back to where they should have been lost?

-- Why did their most essential desires turn into desires that hurt everyone?

"It's all because... They're hated by people," came out of her mouth with a dull murmur, Enma Ai brought a mirror from the empty room, and the mirror reflected a figure that didn't belong to her, or even "she", ah, that's right, humans hate the undead, aversion to death, and fear strange talk, so the loved ones who prayed "not to die" before their lives will still retreat, escape, and choose to be isolated when they return to this world, why? Is it true that people who have died once are not the "he" ("she") ("it") in their minds? Could it be that ... Is death a poison for the ignorant?

"It can't be like this, is it" The bland, even a little pale, is still expressionless, Enma Ai is an existence that does not smile and even cares about everything, for her, the smile that once bloomed has been buried in the dust along with the flower of life, and now she is just a despicable person who flows with other evil spirits

"Sha-" gently sketched the red rope that stretched out to nowhere with her fingers, but no matter what, she couldn't feel the resentment coming from above, not that there was nothing, but that this body seemed to be quite slow to respond to the "senses", so the "contract" between Enma Ai and the others could not be recognized and determined strictly speaking, after all, she could only rely on that resentment to pull the victim into hell, The curses that could not be conveyed to her unilaterally at this moment could only be abandoned in the dust like most others

"Ka" used the scissors placed next to it to cut it in two with a light cut, which was to tell the client on the other side that the communication of Hell had failed, no, strictly speaking, there was no need for her to do such a thing anymore, Hell would only judge the souls who had lost their bodies as lonely ghosts who stayed in the world, and they would not choose to listen to the words of those souls but directly decide their fate, yes, this is unfair

"I don't need to do that anymore... It's good to live as a human being" Even if this body is male, as long as she can feel the real feeling of being alive, it's enough, well, she doesn't want to be a so-called hell girl anymore, she will never be eroded by the poppy flower again

As if in response to her words, the strange white rope outside the window tightened a little closer to her again, and for some reason she was attacked by a certain woman after returning to this room with her memory, warm and sweet, at least if she wasn't a woman, maybe she would have been thrown directly into bed for a midsummer night, do you know what it is? Just strip naked

"The same unreasonable love as before..."The thing engraved with the red brand on the right hand is called "Command", that is, the absolute three commands to the woman, she gave the order to "protect this body" in order to ensure safety, and the woman who flowed the blood of the monster was also happy to do it, but this degree is indeed a little too terrifying, this is not "protection", but "restraint"

The memories in this body were so noisy that it took her hours to sort them out, but the only strange thing was that one or two of them were sealed, one from about seven years ago and the other ...... Even she couldn't be sure if it really existed, because even the key used to seal it was broken, but she still knew what she should know, and she was confident that she could perfectly reproduce the past, personality, mannerisms, abilities, and even every move of this body

The curtain that covered the night light suddenly shook, and the barrier outside the door to keep her safe began to scream, and then a black light flashed in front of her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, there was already one more person in front of her

"Who are you...?" As much as possible, she asked in a tone called "Yuyun Chong", but the man in front of her obviously wouldn't give her a clear answer

Except for the bridge of his nose, the man who looked blurry all over his body took out a note from his pocket, and it could be seen that it had been a while since it was written, and if it was a man, it was because it was easy to identify from physical characteristics, even if most of it was invisible

Before she could say the lie in her mouth, ......she was swallowed by the sudden burning black flame, which was a fire that did not belong to the world, but a fire of judgment and punishment that belonged to the underworld, and for her, it was no less than the third sound of death

"Stay away from me! Stay away from me! "Hurriedly moved his steps and moved back, even the idea of summoning the heroic spirit who was guarding the living room on the first floor with the restriction called the spell in his hand was covered with fear, both dirty and extremely pure, this flame is like a mirror and tortures all those who are burned by it with the pain of the memory of life, who will not die but is more painful than death, and has the right to ignite it in the world from ancient times to the present, who is this person?! Are you here to capture me?!

(I'm just reminding you that there's no escape) with a wave of your hand and the black flames disperse in the air, even if the walls or beds it touches don't change color in the slightest (after the end of the Hell Communication, the undead will come to you in groups, their resentment must be vented, and you actually rejected them)

(Back to the underworld, this place is no longer suitable for your protection) The note fell to the ground and turned into a hollow that allowed her to land indefinitely, and the man took a few steps back with the long sword at his waist

"Don't... I don't want to go back...... "After going back, I still have to accept the never-ending torture, they don't even pay attention to the girl named Enma Ai, and let her gradually become red alone, and she was at the mercy of the ridiculous "prophecy" and "fate" countless times from her life to death, is it wrong for her to just want to return to her old life?! Or is it that time doesn't matter at all, and it's actually those who say they love me who really torture us "survivors"?! There's no love for them! Why don't you come to protect me, why don't you come to my rescue?!

The only "safe passage" is closed, and the man in front of her is pointing the tip of a knife still hidden in the scabbard (I will kill you when you come out of this body, and what you are doing now can be called a crime)

After saying this, the man returned to his place like a tired bird, leaving only a dazed Enma Ai to look around with the other man's body

"I broke ......?" She's never been bad since she's been the caretaker of the Santu River, and the real heart-rending experience only exists in her lifetime, and even when she chooses to accept her second death, she still faces it with a smile... That's right...... I faced it with a smile, what did I think at the time?

"I'm going to ...... So that there is no resentment in the world" is so whispering, so sad, ah, I see, since there is no resentment, just don't "love", right? Love and hate are originally the same, love will hate when it is deep, and love when it is impossible to hate, that is to say, as long as there is no one who can love and hate, right?

"Everyone has to get used to being lonely...", the pattern began to bloom in the depths of her soul, Enma Love was the least she should resent, but now she was tainted by her own duty, she knew the answer at first, but as time washed away, she couldn't even remember it

-- Grabbed it with his own hands, and then let go with his own hands