Because I opened the chatterbox, I showed sincerity again, and the line in front of me is still long, many dead ghosts have gathered here to start chatting, everyone has different ways of dying, but there are still a few people in a state like me and the car accident girl, and the old man and lady with intact limbs account for the majority. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone expressed their opinions and was full of yearning for life in the underworld, but they were a little regretful that they didn't have time to tell their families about this great thing.

In fact, it doesn't look so terrible to die, it's just a change of environment, through the hall window, there are high-rise buildings far away, which looks quite good, but I don't know if there will be those troubles on the earth, such as ghost mouth explosions, traffic jams, if the ghost is sick, it is even sader, and most hospitals can't queue up.

We chatted enthusiastically, and I didn't notice that the black-mouthed and black-faced big brother stood behind me for a long time, until the car accident girl slammed my eyes and one eyeball fell to the ground, and I realized that something was wrong.

The black-faced man glared at me, I had an ominous premonition, I still remember the fate of the ten-knife man, and I blamed me for talking too much just now, I don't know if there are any bad things for him to hear, and I feel uneasy.

To my surprise, the black-faced man only stared at me for five minutes, and only turned away when I was about to die again, I didn't know what it meant, and I lost the interest in chatting, so I had to continue to line up sullenly.

Other dead ghosts also saw the opportunity to dodge, after all, it is not their own territory, many rules are not familiar, and it is best to talk less and do nothing. Only the car accident girl didn't let me go, and kept telling me everything about her life at my lap, and I was drowsy when I listened.

Two hours later, it was finally my turn, and the female ghost who poked the chapter looked at me from east to west, but she didn't move the chapter for a long time, which couldn't help but make me think crankily.

Sure enough, the black-faced man hooked his index finger at me, and I had to withdraw from the team to him, probably what I said just now, that sentence violated the rules of the underworld, and he wrote it down, and now he came to trouble me.

But I wasn't dragged away by his neck, just stood obediently, he didn't say I didn't ask, anyway, nothing good, why don't I stand up alone, I saw that the car accident girl's head was still intact and was poked with a red and glamorous chapter, with the four words "permission to reincarnate", and cast a sympathetic look at me before leaving.

What the heck? Why is it "permission to be reincarnated", doesn't it mean that you will spend a hundred years in hell? My head was full of questions, and the black-faced man looked at me with doubts on his face, and said in a low voice that was deliberately oppressed: "Her death is too miserable, and it is too troublesome to repair, so it is more convenient to reincarnate directly!" ”

I was shocked that this guy who seemed to be vigorous and resolute and rushed straight into the sky was kind enough to explain to me that there was something wrong there.

Before I could pay any attention to me, the big man in black hooked his finger at a female ghost in red again, and the female ghost in red also withdrew from the team and walked up to me and smiled at me kindly.

"Nima!" I was in a cold sweat, it was terrible.

The two sides of the ghost mouth of the woman in red were opened to her ears, and the woman with a crack was alive, but she still looked up at the sky with her eyes up, her long tongue spit out half a foot, saliva dripped down her tongue, and she smiled at me "eat and eat", I can't be blessed with that kind of kindness!

The big man in black also squinted at the rift girl who looked more like a ghost than a ghost, and became curious: "How did you die?" ”

"Can't you see? Hang yourself! The rift girl threw a wink at the big man, I think she probably forgot how terrible she looked at the moment, and the big man in black couldn't help but tremble in his facial muscles with his steel-like nerves.

"I mean here!" The big man compared the sides of his mouth.

"Oooh!" The rip girl immediately began to boast of her glorious achievements, but her tongue was too long and too obstructive, and it made me listen to it very hard, and ten minutes later, I wiped a cold sweat with the big man at the same time, and the woman was ruthless to herself This sentence is vividly reflected in the crack girl.

The real name of the rift girl is Xiao Liang, but in fact, she is not well-behaved at all, her style is bold and unrestrained, and she is heroic and goes straight to the sun and the moon on the horizon.

On her twenty-third birthday, she found out that her boyfriend was splitting her legs, and the object was her best friend, which happened all the time, and it was not surprising that it was normal so far.

What is abnormal is that she did not cry, make trouble and hang herself after knowing this, but calmly invited her boyfriend to a candlelight dinner, and under her deliberate flattery, her boyfriend was drunk, and then she dragged her unconscious boyfriend into a pile of meat in the back of the car.

After that, she went to the door of her best friend's apartment at night and used a blade to open her mouth into a crack woman, and hanged herself cleanly, I think her best friend was probably already a VIP in a mental hospital at this time.

The big man in black glared and said, "Very good! ”

"Good?" It's good there, I can't see it.

But Dahan just nodded in appreciation, and it was clearly a very admiring look, but if the god of death had been in place for a long time, there would be problems with his spirit.

The rip girl laughed "eat and eat", saliva dripping down her tongue, if it weren't for her terrifying shape, I really wanted to race my tongue back into her mouth.

We stood for about three hours, and it was just the two of us, the big man's face was expressionless, and I was anxious, instinctively terrified of the unknown.

I really didn't have a common language with the rift girl, and she talked to me a few times, and the way her saliva dripped and her tongue dragged around her head made me feel terrified, and I couldn't arouse the desire to chat.

Fortunately, after the black-clothed man stared at the dead ghost and lined up for three hours, he looked dissatisfied.

He reached out and patted me on the shoulder, and I was flattered.

"Follow me!" This is also said to the rift girl, the two of us followed the big man in black and walked out of the hall, looking back at the dead ghosts in line, most of them looked at us, most of them were not very optimistic about what we expected to do well, and their faces obviously showed a sigh of relief, which showed the great oppression of the big man in black.

Outside the hall was the dusk sun, and it was afternoon, but fortunately I was a dead ghost and did not feel hungry, and I did not know if the ghost needed to sleep, and I am afraid that I did not need to, because although I had stood for so long, and suffered countless frightes, I was still a hundred times more energetic.

From the outside, the hall is not too big, and there are constantly guys in the same clothes as the big man who are dragged down and dragged along with the wailing dead ghosts to stuff inward, most of the dead ghosts appear inexplicably in the square at the entrance of the hall like me, with a look of surprise, and then naturally follow the guide sign into the hall, once the wandering time is too long, there will be a god of death to go up and drag into the hall.

It doesn't seem like the Grim Reaper is too easy to do, and I just passed by the square and saw dozens of Grim Reaper beating up the dead ghosts.

Follow Dahan past the square to the next door, and when you look up, you can't see the prismatic building at the top, and you almost have the illusion of piercing through the Yellow Spring. The light-filled glass on the outside can faintly see the staff rushing around.

I couldn't help but wonder, and when I walked to the main entrance of the building, I saw the five gilt characters of "Death Administration" lying horizontally on the marble at the door.

I know that I won't answer any big man I ask now, maybe I will be full of old fists, and I will just walk with him in a funny way, and the rip girl doesn't know if it is too inconvenient to speak, and she is surprisingly silent, and from time to time she wipes the saliva on her tongue with her sleeve, so as not to get wet.

Dahan put his hands behind his back and looked serious, walked into the elevator, and we went straight to the 23rd floor.

At the end of the corridor on the 23rd floor is the reception room, and I don't see any other offices, only one, the director's office.

There were already more than a dozen people in the reception room who came before us, sitting bored, and only when the name of the beautiful leg assistant was called out would they go out and be brought into the director's office.

I don't know why I'm here, and I seem to be a little eyebrow-browning when I see a dozen dead ghosts who have died unnaturally like me.

The Rift Lady sat to my left in a dignified manner, which made me feel uncomfortable, and made the dead ghosts in the whole reception room a little nervous, except for the guy who was lying there on all fours, occupying a sofa by himself.

He wore a vest and painted a dragon and a tiger, his head was dyed with green hair, he was not a good bird at first glance, and he was covered with bullet holes, which ensured that the corpse could burn two catties of bullets.

The big man in black didn't say anything, just patted me on the shoulder and turned around and walked out.

The atmosphere in the reception room was depressing, I think everyone didn't know why they had to meet the director, this kind of underworld executives are not idle, and the gods of death below are all fierce, and the director can manage this group of guys who are not hooligans but are more hooligans, I'm afraid it is even more inhuman.

The other dead ghosts were chatting with each other, all asking about each other's deaths.

One of them was unlucky enough to beat me, and he was killed by a fish bone when he ate a good meal, and he burst into tears when he said it, and he was in pain for half an hour before he died, and he was hesitating whether to die, and he was brought here by Lord Death who couldn't wait to come here, so he was full of resentment when he mentioned it, and he felt that he could still save it.

Another female ghost is even more pitiful, she has endured domestic violence for seven years, and was beaten to death by her husband.

With the topic, everyone was interested, anyway, those who were already dead couldn't be dead, and everyone began to show off their own ways of dying, trying to decide whose death was more tragic.

When it comes to the tragic death, the crack girl next to me laughs "eat and eat", the dead ghosts are focused, it goes without saying, how can there be a female ghost who can compare to the fierce race of Sadako like the crack girl, when everyone learned that she opened her mouth by herself, they were all admired, and she was recommended to be the king of the tragic death.

The green-headed hooligan originally closed his eyes and shook his legs to recuperate, but when he heard everyone praising the Rip Girl, he opened his eyes and squinted at the Rift Girl, slowly stood up, took off his vest, and revealed his gunshots.

He dangled around to show off his full of holes, silently provoking the rip girl.

The Rip Girl also rolled her eyes at him, as if she was not interested, and her saliva was dripping all over the ground.

"Boy, the knife in the head is also a mess, do you know my brother Asen?" The green-headed rascal walked up and down in front of me, taunting me by the way, and I knew he was actually showing the Rip Girl how tragic his death was.

But does a knife in the head have to be mixed up? The logic from there, I raised my eyelids and didn't want to deal with him, once this kind of hooligan sticks in, it's like chewing gum on the sole of a shoe that can't be shaken off.

I think the director's office is next door, and he won't be so arrogant as to punch and kick me, so I just ignore it.