On June 19, 1995, the day of the second month of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the twenty-second day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Hai Shi, fierce, "the sun and time are against each other, and everything is not suitable".

I died in the middle of the day.

Every year during Qingming and the winter solstice, I would go to my mother's grave, and each time I would deepen my understanding of death. If there are still people who remember you after death, then you are not really dead, at least you are still alive with those people. Even if you lie in an ownerless lonely grave, at least you are still alive in the DNA of your descendants. Even if you don't even have any blood left, at least your name and photo are left in your ID card, student ID, household registration book, library card, swimming card, composition book, graduation exam paper...... I'm afraid of being forgotten! My name is Shen Ming, and I used to be the head teacher of the third (2) class of Nanming Middle School.

I just killed one guy and then I was killed by another.

In the witch section under the abandoned factory, a knife stabbed me in the back.

Wearing a black veil embellished with red cloth, I believe that my eyes are always open, and the legendary death is not blind, but I do not see the face of the murderer who killed me.

Do you stop breathing? Is there a pulse in the wrist? Is the carotid artery still pulsating? Is the blood no longer flowing? Oxygen can't supply the brain? Eventual brain death? I don't feel like I exist.

If you don't feel your own existence, is it death?

People say that it is very painful when you die, whether it is hacked to death, hanged, strangled to death, suffocated, poisoned, drowned, hit to death, fallen to death, or sick to death...... What follows is endless loneliness.

When I was in college, I read a popular science book from the school library, and the description of the death process was impressive-

Pallor and stiffness: usually occurs 15 to 120 minutes after death.

Dead spots: Blood precipitation in the lower parts of the corpse.

Cadaver cold: The drop in body temperature after death. The body temperature generally drops steadily until it is the same as the ambient temperature.

Zombie: The limbs of a corpse become stiff and difficult to move or swing.

Decomposition: The process of decomposing a corpse into a simple form of substance, accompanied by a strong unpleasant odor.

I have a good memory.

Suddenly, a light pierced through the dark underground. I saw a strange corridor, surrounded by white marble stones, like the tunnels of the witch's area, and like the ancient underground palace. Under the light there was a little boy, dressed in patched thin clothes, with tears and snot in his eyes, lying on his dead mother and weeping bitterly, and the man next to him was smoking a cigarette indifferently - and then a crisp gunshot rang out, and he also became a corpse, the hole in the back of his head was smoking, and the blood slowly flowed to the ground, not reaching the soles of the little boy's feet. A middle-aged woman led the boy into a quiet street with the words "Rest Road" vaguely written on the door. It's an old house, where the boy lives behind the window in the basement, and every rainy day looks up at the rain-soaked road, the shiny or dirty galoshes of the people, and the occasional secret in the hem of the woman's skirt. The boy's eyes were melancholy, he had never smiled, his face was pale like a ghost, only his cheeks were crimson, and he was especially terrible when he was angry. Late one night, he was standing by the window of the basement, and in the big house across the street, there was a miserable scream, and a girl rushed out and sat on the steps of the doorway and cried......

I want to cry too.

But I'm just a corpse, and I don't shed tears, I just shed pus.

Soon I will be turned into ashes, lying in a small box of mahogany or stainless steel, sleeping deep in the loess three feet below. Or, lying across the dark and cold ground of the Witch Zone, it is highly decomposed into a filthy mass that even rats and bugs are too lazy to eat, and finally eaten by microorganisms until it becomes a young skeleton.

If there is a soul...... I think I can leave my body and see my dead self with my own eyes, and I can also see my murderer, and I can also have the opportunity to avenge myself - turn into a ghost, and the strong resentment will be imprinted in the witch district for a long time, and even within a radius of several kilometers of Nanming Senior High School.

In the afterlife, there is probably no concept of time, and I think this resentment will be eternal.

And when people live, they cannot live forever, only die.

Isn't it true that people are born to wait for death? It's just that I waited a little too short.

Perhaps, one of you will find out the truth of the conspiracy that framed me in the future early in the morning or night, and catch my murderer.

Who killed me?

And if there is an afterlife? And if there is an afterlife? What if you could do it all over again? And if all mistakes and sins could be avoided? Well, Dean of Teaching, even though I just killed you, I still want to say "I'm sorry" to you if I meet you in another world!

It seems that after a long sleep, the body has regained consciousness, but the whole person has become very light, almost a gust of wind can blow away, and the heart is inexplicably happy - this is a miracle of resurrection from the dead?

Involuntarily stood up and left the witch area, but the road in front of him was so unfamiliar, there was no more dilapidated factory, but it was more like the picture in the ancient embroidered statue. After walking for a long time, there was a dark path under my feet, and on both sides were bleak woods, with white bones faintly peeking out of the dirt, and the sparkling ghost fire in the summer night. The wail of an owl sounded overhead, and from time to time a bird with a human face flew by, and even the body was in the shape of a woman.

There was a river blocking my way, and the water was a terrible blood, and the hot wind full of fishy smell came from the other side, and the waves rolled up vaguely hidden the figures and hair, and I am afraid that I had just drowned several boatloads of people. After walking a few steps along the river, I didn't feel the slightest fear before I found an old stone arch bridge. Under the cyan railing of the bridge, sat an old woman with gray hair, who was hunched over how many years old, reminded me of my grandmother, who had died only two days ago. She carried a broken porcelain bowl filled with steaming soup. She looked up at my face, and in her cloudy eyes, there was a special surprise, and she shook her head with some regret, and let out a miserable and dry voice: "Why are you?" ”

The old woman shoved the bowl in front of me, and I looked at the greasy layer of soup in disgust: "What is this place?" ”

"Drink this bowl of soup, cross this bridge, and you'll be able to go home."

So, I picked up the bowl suspiciously and forced myself to drink it. The taste is not bad, just like the tofu soup that my grandmother cooked for me.

The old woman stepped aside and urged, "Hurry up and cross the bridge, or it will be too late." ”

"Is it too late to be reincarnated?"

This was my mantra when I was a student at Nanming High School.

"yes, kid."

As I spoke, I had walked across the old stone bridge, looking down at the river beneath the bridge, covered with aquatic plants tangled like a woman's long hair. As soon as he stepped on the cold and iron-cold ground on the opposite bank, he felt an inexplicable nausea, and he involuntarily knelt down and vomited.

It's a shame I vomited all the soup out of that bowl.

Before I could come back to my senses, the river behind me had risen violently, engulfing me to the bottom in an instant.

Under the dark water, which was covered with aquatic plants and bones, a strange and cold light shot from somewhere, illuminating a person's face.

It was the face of a dead man, and the face of a twenty-five-year-old affirmation.

And I'm about to become someone else.

I didn't believe in the ancient books before - after death, people have to pass through the ghost gate, walk on the Huangquan Road, and before arriving at the underworld, there is a dividing Lethe River. After crossing the Nai He Bridge on the river and crossing this Lethe River, you can go to reincarnation. There is an old woman sitting by the bridge, her name is Meng Po, if you don't drink the soup in her bowl, you won't be able to cross the bridge, and you won't be able to cross the Lechuan water, but as long as you drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, you will forget all the memories of your previous life.

Lethe, Meng Po, the next life. Will you really forget everything?

"What if there is a tomorrow? How do you want to dress your face? If there is no tomorrow? How do you say goodbye? ”