On a rainy night in late autumn, the corridor between the two floors returned to its usual quiet after a bloody rain not long ago, the combination of cold air and icy rain was like a glass shard falling from the sky, and the impact on the object made a crackling sound, the rain fell freely and straight down the lampshade on the wall, dripping on the man's closed eyes, the eyeballs moved under the eyelids, moved left and right, and then the eyelids couldn't help but tremble, and opened their eyes slightly, The blue pupils can be seen slowly appearing in the slit of the eyes, a drop of water drops into the eyes, the eyelids subconsciously protect the blue eyes, the water droplets flow down the corners of the eyes and over the cheeks, flowing to the ears and falling to the ground to complete the journey of this drop of water, the man raised his hand and put it on his forehead to cover his eyes to prevent his eyes from being hit like this again, when he opened his eyes again, he saw water waves, as the scene in front of him changed from blurry to clear, he saw the dark sky and rain hitting him like a needle, so that his body had nowhere to hide, Hearing the chandelier overhead, the sound of "crunch, crunch" with the wind also makes the "knock, knock, knock" sound of the rain hitting.

Thomas. Barrick took a deep breath with his mouth, the cold air filled his lungs, the knife-like cold air stabbed in his lungs, slowly supported his body with one arm, dragged one leg as a support, the pain in his chest was more obvious than the cold air, wiped a handful of rain on his face with his hand, so that he was much more sober, stroked his neck with his hand, moved his head, took a deep breath and spit out quickly, one hand stroked the wall of the brick wall, his fingers clasped the crack of the brick wall, one hand supported the ground, and he struggled to get up and press his shoulders against the wall, One leg supports the ground, and the other leg leans hard against the wall, and the two legs seem to be tortured by a lot of exercise, with their backs against the wall and their feet on the ground.

Thomas lowered his body, put his hands on his knees, breathed heavily, looked down and saw a large area of blood on his T-shirt, he didn't care how cold the air was now, how the cold was in his lungs, all this didn't matter to him now, he stroked his body with his hands, so as to find out where the bleeding was, and after a while, he found that there were no wounds, but he could feel the pain in his heart and left chest, and his heart beat faster, as if the heart had left its original position and ran to his throat, His professional sensitivity told him that he had lost blood, and that it was because of blood loss, and that he had experienced this kind of thing countless times. The rain dripped down his hair and down his neck and down his back, making him feel even colder from the situation and the rain.

Calm down, calm down, think about what the hell happened, why I'm lying here, and slowly reminisce.

Thomas told himself in his heart, but the pain and cold didn't give him a chance to recall, his brain went blank, nothing was available to him, did I drink too much?

Find a safe spot, right away. The brain sends instructions to him again. Get moving, be quick, and get out of here. Thomas took a step forward, wrapped his coat tightly to prevent others from seeing the blood stains on his T-shirt, it was already a terrible day, and there could be no more trouble, out of the aisle, he looked left and right to discern the direction, and staggered towards the place where he lived, the people on the street were indifferent to him at all, such a drunkard was already commonplace for others, and no one wanted to stop in this cold for such a drunkard, so they hurried to their comfort zone, and staggered back along the wall, Bumped into a pedestrian in a hurry, others turned around and cursed, "Hey, man, are you blind?" Look at the dot road. Thomas didn't even go forward, grabbing the neckline of his coat tighter.

After walking through two streets, he turned to the apartment where he lived and touched his pocket, took out the key to open the door, and hurried to the elevator, the dim lights in the corridor, a dead silence could only hear the sound of his shoes rubbing against the sand and the ground, and came to the elevator entrance, and pressed the elevator switch a few times to urge the elevator door to open quickly. The old-fashioned elevator opened the door with a "clang", Thomas entered the ladder as if he was stumbling, pressed the floor, squatted down in the corner of the elevator, slowly opened his clothes and saw that the blood was still there, and hurriedly closed his coat, as if there were others in the elevator.

The dilapidated apartment building, the yellowed wall, because of the seepage of the wall, the corners are mildew and black, the lights in the corridor are dim, the light bulb that is about to reach the end of life makes a flickering and flickering "hiss" sound, he walks against the wall and takes the wall down, comes to the door and hurriedly shakes the key to open the door, opens the door, and after entering, leans on the door with his body to close the door, sits down and leans his head against the door to the roof, closes his eyes and exhales heavily, after a few quick breaths, Thomas slowly adjusts, from rapid adjustment to gentle.

Take a slow and deep breath, exhale a little slowly and deeply, after repeating it a few times, the heart is also rapid and stable, slowly get up, take off the coat that has been soaked on the body and throw it on the ground, take off the T-shirt and hold it in your hand, go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator, except for the leftovers, it is empty, pick up the glass from the table and go to the water dragon to take a glass of water and drink it all, relieve the dry mouth, and sigh deeply.

Turn on the light in the foyer, it's a mess, if it's a stranger, it must feel that this place has been robbed, and will immediately call the police, in fact, this is Thomas's life, newspapers are scattered on the table, empty wine bottles are crooked, ashtrays are full of cigarette butts, and leftover pizza plates are scattered randomly. The blanket on the couch was an even more mess, just like his life and life, a mess.

Looking at the electronic watch on the table that it was 10:42, Thomas sat on the sofa with his head in his hands, looked at the bloodstained T-shirt on the table, sorted out his thoughts, thought about what happened, and closed his eyes to remember.

The afternoon was clearly visible, in the evening, in the evening I went to the bar, yes, the bar was the "howl from heaven" on Westman Street, the bar I often went to, the music, the music was very loud, and then, I asked for double vodka, and I met Pooh again, and I had a chat, and I smoked marijuana with him, and then what? Yes, I saw a girl, who was good-looking, had never seen it before, had beautiful eyes, talked to the bartender Nelull, asked for a few glasses of wine, and then left.

On a cold day, my body can still feel the coldness of the air at that time, I walked to the alley just now, and saw two black boys in jumpers, forcing a lady into a corner, the lady held a bag in both hands to protect her chest, two eyes looked at the two black boys in horror, begging for mercy without words, the two boys were estimated to be no more than 20 years old, one was holding a knife against the wall with his hand, and put a knife on the lady's shoulder, the knife was a little dazzling, and the other snatched the bag in her hand, they saw it, One of them threatened me with a knife and told me to go away, and I walked over, but I went back, and I lectured the two of them, and I took the bag on the floor, and handed it to the lady, and then one of them shot me twice with a gun, and then, and then I .......

While thinking about Thomas, he touched the position of the shot with his hand without damage, and he touched his body along the hole in the T-shirt, if it was these two places, it would definitely be fatal, and now he only touched his own heartbeat, thinking of this he stared straight ahead.

If it were here, I would definitely be dead, even if I hadn't died at the time, it wouldn't have taken a few minutes for me to bleed too much and die, and the chances of survival were impossible, so there were too many things to see.

He got up again and stood in front of the mirror, short blond hair, after being drenched in the rain, his hair slipped and slipped, his emaciated face, his face that had not been shaved for a few days, it looked a little dark, only his blue eyes could still see a little spirit, he looked down at his chest, strong muscles, there were many scars on it, this was a medal for a man, he was always proud of it before, but now he stroked the position of the shot again, there was no trace of loss on the skin, and he could feel a strong pain when he pressed hard, That's why he felt pain in his chest after the blow, and he stared at himself in the mirror, unable to explain everything in front of him, unless ...... suddenly had a bold idea, which explained everything and made him creepy at the same time.

I'm dead, this is not the world he knows, it must be hell or something, a place where souls live?

He stroked himself in the mirror with his hand, then left the mirror like a soulless body, quietly walked to the table, looked at the photos of the past, stroked the frames and photos, stroked the tabletop, felt the nerve conduction brought by walking, carefully felt the bending of the arm, the feeling of the soles of his feet touching the floor, the feeling of swallowing saliva, everything was the same as usual.

Wait, wait, no, while no one describes the world of the dead, it doesn't feel right, it doesn't make sense at all. I've got to prove it, yes, prove it, how can I prove it?

He looked around the room, it was too real, there was no difference from when he was alive, or that I wasn't dead at all, I had to prove my idea, yes, I had to make a call, he held back the pain in his chest and quickly walked to the telephone, picked up the cordless phone, looked at the phone, swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, prepared for the worst, began to dial, after dialing, slowly put the phone to his ear, only to hear the "beep-toot-toot-click" on the phone.

"Hey, Nils? It's me, Thomas. He swallowed again, and before the other could speak, Thomas said anxiously.

Nils's voice inside was a little lazy, disturbing Nils's sweet dreams, panting and impatiently saying, "Shit, Thomas, you know ......" and paused inside, "It's fucking 11:15, you know?" ”

"Hi man, I'm so sorry to bother you, I just wanted to hear from you. Buddy. Thomas couldn't contain his excitement.

"Hey man, are you alright, you want to hear my voice in the early hours of the morning?"

"Yes, man, I, I don't know, how to say, today, something strange happened," Thomas didn't know how to describe what had been released on himself, "I, I, I really don't know how to say it." ”

"Alright, buddy, what's wrong with you? I said, I've got to hang up, I've got to work early tomorrow, you know. Nils still replied in a languid voice, he had already said that I was going to hang up.

"No, no, no, listen to me, Nils, my good fellow," Thomas hurriedly stopped Nils from hanging up, "I, I was shot today, but I'm not dead, it's right here in my heart, and I don't even have a scar. ”

"What?" Nils on the other end of the phone snorted coldly, "Okay, Thomas, are you taking drugs again?" I warned you, stay away from those things, he's messing you up. Nils' tone seemed to be more sober.

"No, no, no, listen to me, Nils, I'm sober, I'll admit I drank a little wine, but, I, I'm not on drugs, I'm not hallucinating, I'm not crazy," Thomas explained everything implicitly, but it didn't seem to work.

"And when I was shot, I could still feel the bullet entering my body, and that feeling would not be wrong, you and I had experienced it before, and also, I was bleeding, a lot, a lot." Thomas felt it better to say it thoroughly.

"Wow, wow, Thomas, you called in the early hours of the morning, you told me I was shot, and you are not dead, you want me to know that you have become a ghost now? I'm talking to a ghost on the phone? It's not funny at all, and it's not April Fool's Day or Halloween. Nils was a little nervous, mixed with the feeling of being teased.

"No, no, no, Nils, I didn't mean that, I did get shot, but I'm standing here alive and calling you, I'm fine." Thomas hastened to explain.

"I can prove everything I said, really, I didn't mean to tease you, brother." Thomas once again stated his position.

Nils gasped on the phone, "Thomas, calm down, calm down, what you should do now is go take a hot shower and go to bed, it's good for you and me, do as I say, okay?" ”

"Yes, I know, but, I want to talk to you and let me prove that everything I say is true, please." Thomas was a little pleading.

Nils sighed and said, "Okay, okay, tomorrow at 3 p.m., I'll get off work and go to Stirling Street where there's a bar, you know." ”

"Yes, I know, tomorrow at 3 p.m.," Thomas paused and said again, "Nils, I'm sorry to call you so late, I hope it didn't scare you, if there is I ask your forgiveness again,......"

"Okay, I forgive you, go ahead, get a good night's sleep, okay, see you tomorrow, good night." Nils said.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, good night." After speaking, I heard the phone hang up, and the long reputation of "beep" came from inside.

Thomas put down the phone, adjusted his breathing, felt a little more relieved, and put down a big stone in his heart, as if he had an eyebrow for trouble, but he returned to the original point, I can prove that I was shot, but how can I prove that I was shot and still standing here?

Thomas followed Niels's suggestion, took a bath, lay on the bed, although very sleepy, but his brain did not want to rest, and then thought about what happened today, and slowly Thomas fell asleep. Lucifer sat on the throne in the council chamber, holding his face and looking at everyone in Hell with his hands and faces, observing everyone's reaction to the matter, "Okay, everyone, the film is over, tell me how you feel about watching the movie." "A deep, echoy voice.

"This time it is not a guardian angel in the world, but an angel with a mission, and the key is what kind of mission he shoulders." Beelzebub spoke first to Lucifer.

Lucifer did not answer or move, but turned his eyes to Beelzebub and motioned for him to continue.

"We need to act ahead of time, seize the opportunity, it seems that this mission is very important to Heaven, and it is a mission related to Heaven's survival." Beelzebub added.

"Tell me why you're right?" Lucifer asked rhetorically.

"Look at his sword and shield, you should be familiar with it." After Beelzebub finished speaking, after everyone listened to it, the originally scattered demons suddenly became very interested in this sentence, and they all looked at Beelzebub, and Lucifer was even more interested, and began to think about the details just now.

"The blue flame of that sword, and looking at the hilt and pattern, should belong to your brother Michael, and the shield is undoubtedly Gabriel's, both Michael and Gabriel gave their weapons to the angel, and they must have a great mission, and this mission must also rely on the help of humans, otherwise they will definitely not help humans, and even interfere with what 'death' should do, which just shows that angels and humans are conspiring to do something."

After Beelzebub finished speaking, he looked around the demon kings in the entire hall, many of them were former fallen angels, and there were many demon kings who fought with Michael and Gabriel, and they knew Michael and Gabriel very well, some demons were talking to each other, and some nodded yes.

Lucifer and the others were reminiscing about the scene, and many of them suddenly understood Beelzebub's reasoning.

"We should find a way to find him, kill him, and throw the body back to heaven." Samael said viciously, and many demon kings, grand dukes, etc., responded, cheering and agreeing with Samael's proposal.

"It doesn't matter if you kill him, I really want to know what mission God has given him." Lucifer said.

"It is not easy to find the angel ......," Beelzebub said in thought, when a dull voice interjected.

"According to Beelzebub's reasoning, we should go straight to heaven, occupy it, and pull that old stubborn from his throne, and turn the province around by the angels." It was none other than the puffing Leviathan, who seemed to agree with Samael's remarks.

Lucifer turned his eyes to Leviathan and said, "Well, we should not have a conflict with Heaven until this matter is over, it will be too much loss to us, and we have bigger plans to carry out, and we cannot act recklessly." ”

"You're scared now," Leviathan glared at Lucifer, revealing his dirty shark teeth, propping his arm on the chair, pointing at Lucifer with his finger, "You're too meek, you've lost too many opportunities, thousands of years of comfort have made you weak, even cowardly, you've lost your ambitions." ”

Although Lucifer did not move, his anger had risen, and he was openly challenged to the authority of the King of Hell, squinting at Leviathan, "Pay attention to your words, you need to know who is the master here." Lucifer tapped his finger on the chair and made a 'thump' sound, restraining his anger.

"I think it's time for a change, a king who can lead Hell back to power, and I think you're retiring." Leviathan understood what Lucifer meant, and even if he did, he didn't mean to stop, and looked at Lucifer angrily, ready to fight Lucifer.

Marmon held the coin in his hand, put it close to his mouth, and whispered to Asmodeus next to him, "Look at it, what kind of sparks do you spark when arrogance meets jealousy?" "I think it's at least a fair matchup."

When Lucifer heard Leviathan's words, his anger could no longer restrain his reason, he spread his wings and flaunted his tail, his eyes became even redder because of anger, and he walked down the steps to Leviathan, saying as he went, "Very good, do you want to try a rebellion?" Do you think you have what it takes to take my seat? ”

Not to be outdone, Leviathan let out a low roar in his throat, ready to meet Lucifer's wrath at any time, all the demon kings in the hall watched them, Lucifer came to Leviathan, held his chair with both hands, and looked at Leviathan face to face.

"You simple-minded fishhead, if it weren't for me, do you know what you'd become? You're going to be the main course on God's plate, or you're going to be the stinky skin of the Museum of Humanity, and you've probably forgotten where your skin went. "Lucifer is sarcastic about Leviathan, and he's poking at Leviathan's vulnerability.

He recalls that when Adam and Eve were cast out by God for stealing the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden, God made two jackets out of Leviathan's skin and gave them to Adam and Eve as they were leaving, and that no amount of cold or heat could hurt them in the vast land. Leviathan considers it a shame for itself, and many demons in private laugh at it, even feeling that its position and identity are not worthy at all.

The enraged Leviathan once again showed his fangs to Lucifer, and Lucifer's murderous aura was even stronger, filling the entire hall, "If it weren't for me, then you would have returned your status in hell, and it was me who gave you the title of monarch." "Lucifer's overwhelming demonic aura overwhelms the Leviathan.

"It was I who brought the legions of angels and resisted God face to face, it was I who changed humanity and made God lose face, it was I who established your authority." Lucifer pushed the Leviathan away, and it slammed into its seat, and Lucifer shouted to the devil in the hall.