"You go and touch the corpses to see if there is anything of value, and throw them where the sea water can't wash them away, and I push the corpses back into the sea. The nun said to the little boy, who frowned and looked at the sea, "The corpse will be washed back." ”

His teacher was an eccentric man, dressed in the clothes of a nun, and did not hesitate to desecrate corpses and take away the belongings of the dead, and seemed to be in high spirits.

"No, they're not coming back. The nun walked over to a corpse, swollen and disgusting. She pressed the stick against her bulging belly and pushed it towards the sea. The corpse was not swept back by the waves, and after the nun's stick left, it floated deeper into the sea, as if it was still being pushed by an invisible hand, until it was no longer visible. It is like a small boat sailing, fearless of wind and waves, sailing far away, and finally sinking to the bottom of the sea.

"Don't be stupid and look at me, come and help me. The nun turned to look at the boy, "I can't do the work of two people alone, it's too much trouble." ”

Next, the little boy followed the nun and went to the pockets of the dead and removed the gold and silver ornaments that no longer meant to the dead. The nun pushed the bodies of the valuables to the sea and watched them leave before moving on to the next body.

After a while, the nun suddenly asked the boy, "Do you hear?"

"Hear what?" the little boy crouched next to a corpse and looked up at his teacher.

"Do you hear anything other than the wind and the waves?"

The little boy closed his eyes, and faintly, he seemed to hear the cry of a person, "I heard a person's voice." ”

"That's not a human being anymore. The nun said, "It can only be regarded as the dregs of man." ”

"When a person dies, he is no longer a human being?" asked the boy.

The nun was silent for a long time before she spoke: "For me, when people die, all that remains is a pile of dead things, but neither the others nor my students are very willing to accept my idea. ”

The little boy took it for granted, this was the idea of a terrifying necromancer, and his teacher was perhaps even more terrifying than a necromancer, at least for him. "You're so disrespectful to the dead. He said to the nun.

"Why should I respect the dead when people in this world can't even respect life?" said the nun, "When a person dies, he is nothing, so why should he not cherish some of his own life and the lives of others more than to respect a pile of dead things? Am I weird, or are the people of this world more weird?"

"I think it's strange to you. The little boy said bluntly. Hearing her student's words, the nun didn't mean to be angry, but laughed, "You're right, it's true that I'm a little stranger, life and death are the same thing, whoever was killed and who survived, it has already happened, what is there to say? ”

"Is it a soul?" asked the little boy.

The nun shook her head, "It's not that kind of thing, if a dead person doesn't become a 'living thing' in some sense, then he is really dead, there is no such thing as a soul, only the dregs of a soul." That's a piece of information, but it's definitely not the person who once existed. ”

The little boy tilted his head, as if he didn't understand, and even listened to the work at hand.

The nun snorted a few times, but did not continue to say this, "Forget it, you can't understand it, you students are all fools and mortals, and people can't be interested at all. But that's where you guys love, at least you're willing to listen to me. Those who don't want to listen to me are brainless savage muscular men who are so angry that I don't want to see them again, and those who can barely understand are all ungrateful dog men and women, and some of them treat me like a mortal enemy for life, and they really have ......no conscience at all."

The nun was like an old woman, talking non-stop. The little boy did not interject, but listened quietly, and continued to grope with the corpse in his hands. His teacher is sometimes like this, usually similar to their children, and sometimes he is worse than children. But sometimes, the teacher will be different, giving him the feeling of an older person, nagging about the past. Just by her appearance, she wasn't much older than her students.

The nun continued to push the bodies into the sea, each of which was a steady boat that sailed steadily into the sea and finally sank into the depths of the sea. The little boy knew that the corpses would be eaten by the creatures of the sea, and that in the end only a skeleton remained, and some of them probably did not even have a complete skeleton, because the body had long been torn apart.

He didn't have much feeling about these things, his family was starving to death in front of his eyes, and at this age, even a child had long been accustomed to the fact that death was actually everywhere.

The two of them were busy at the beach for a while, until the sun, which was still hanging high in the sky, began to set, and the sky and the sea were dyed a thin twilight color.

The bodies on the beach were almost cleaned up, although there were still remnants of ...... It's a piece of meat, and it's organs, but it doesn't affect the sea around it anymore. These corpses have been piling up here for an unknown amount of time, and if it weren't for the pair of teachers and students cleaning up, in a few days, they would have affected the chapel below.

Sometimes, the dead are not just left behind with corrupt bodies, their dregs may come back to life and become fearful and fearful beings for ordinary people.

The little boy avoided the disgusting intestines, he didn't want to step on them, he had tried to step on them before, and the slippery and muddy feeling on his feet made him feel so sick that he almost didn't throw up. The most disgusting thing was that the teacher was beside him at that time and said something that made people vomit in a cheerful tone: "Don't step on the intestines, some people have not excreted before they die, and the intestines are full of disgusting things." ”

At that time, the little boy innocently asked what was disgusting in his intestines, and after hearing the answer, he finally couldn't hold back and vomited out all the food he had eaten that day.

"What else could it be? It's something you've eaten, something that smells unbearably when it's digested. At that time, the teacher said this with a smile, but the content of what he said was so vulgar that it ruined the impression brought by her delicate face, "I say let's be blunt, that's ......"

He was already spitting out the word before the teacher could say it.

This time, he will never be as stupid as he was at the beginning, he will never feel comfortable with himself, and he will definitely not let himself step on those organs scattered on the beach again. But his teacher probably didn't think the same way as him.

"Be careful not to step on those intestines. His teacher mentioned it again this time, and it seemed that she remembered the last time, "I remember the last time you stepped on a piece of intestines, the smell, the picture...... I think I drove you out of the chapel to sleep at the end?"

"I crumbled the skin of my feet, but you drove me out anyway. Thinking of this, the little boy also looked dissatisfied, "I have smelled it, and there is no strange smell!"

"I'm sorry, but at that time you gave people a feeling of smell. His teacher apologized very briskly and bluntly, "I know you're unhappy, but isn't it valuable to treat this kind of mess as a funny memory?"

The little boy didn't think so.

The two walked out of the shallows and onto the sandy beach without seawater. The nun picked up a conch from the side, wiped it clean, and handed it to the little boy, "Customary, you will do the finishing work in the end." ”

"Dinner tonight?" asked the little boy.

"You'll have an extra big sausage. "If you still have the appetite to eat," said the nun. ”

The little boy took the conch. The first time he did this, he couldn't even eat meat that day, but now he's used to eating sausages that look very similar to human intestines. No matter how much the meat of poultry looks like, it will not be human intestines, and now little boys no longer have that kind of psychological burden.

The little boy put the conch to his mouth and blew it. A dull trumpet sounded on the beach, and a faint green humanoid silhouette appeared on the blood-stained seashore, marching towards the sea in droves, and finally being submerged by the water.

Listening to the sound of the little boy's blowing, the nun watched as the remnants of what had once been human left.

When the boy stopped, there were no more spirits on the beach. He put down the conch and looked at the sea. The sea was calm, and the bloody coast was calm.

"They're not coming back, are they?" said the little boy to his teacher.

"You've sent them away, and probably won't come back. The nun replied, "Do you feel sad?"

The little boy shook his head, he had seen too much death, he was more precocious than the average child, and he understood a lot of things, death did not make him feel afraid, nor was he too sad, "Will anyone be sad about their death?"

"Of course there are, and there will be people who are happy because of their deaths. The nun walked up to the little boy and touched his head, "I hope you don't become the one who feels sad or happy about death, Apo." ”

When Apo was wandering, he was pulled back to reality by Romeoona's voice. He felt like he had a dream, a dream about a long time ago - but he wasn't asleep, just memories took over his brain.

If it hadn't been for Romeoona waking him up, he would probably have continued to be in a daze.

Romeo stood not far from him, holding a conch in her hand, staring at him with wide eyes.

He remembered that the reason why he was stuck in memory was because he saw the appearance of Romeo Ona holding a conch, overlapping with a little boy. Regardless of age or gender, Romeona is completely different from the little boy, but it allows Po to see the shadow of the past.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a daze, that's how people get older. Apo said.

Romeo Onia shook her head and said she didn't mind, "Mr. Apo, will this really soothe the soul?" she asked.

Po was silent for a long time before he replied, "Someone once taught me how to appease souls, and now I teach you this." Whether you can calm those souls depends on your talent. Blow it. ”

Romeona did as Awa said, and she blew the conch as Awa had taught her.

At that moment, Apo saw that both Romeona and the conch were covered in a faint light. He couldn't tell if it was the illusion of sunlight or the radiance of Romeona herself, but when he saw Romeona like this, he shed tears.

Romeo stopped playing because of Po's tears, "Mr. Apo?" She was a little surprised why Po was crying, this was what Po looked like she had never seen before.

Po didn't wipe away his tears, letting them fall down his cheeks, "Romeona, don't be an adult like me......"

He muttered to himself.