A lot of people (most of them my clients) have asked me – do you know so much about weird things and do a weird job?

I usually don't answer this question, just smile and look at the person who asked me the question.

In fact, many times, when you ask people questions, you don't really want an answer.

Everyone has their own answer, and what suits him may not be yours – just as we all have different destinies.

If I have to answer someone who is particularly stubborn, I will say, "I prefer another sentence to the phrase 'If you believe it, if you don't believe it, you don't believe it', I prefer another sentence - 'If you listen to both, you will be clear, and if you listen partially, you will be dark'." ”

To put it bluntly: whether it's science or superstition, you have to understand something anyway, whether you can use it or not, it's always right to be prepared - well, know more, at least it's easy to fool my strange customers, most of them have become nervous because of strange things, and have doubts about the generally known scientific truths, so they like you to talk about some Feng Shui metaphysics that they don't know much about.

I started my career at the age of nineteen, and I have been working for almost ten years now, and I have come to understand more and more that for those who are in despair, the occult seems to be more convincing and comforting to them than the great sciences.

This may seem ridiculous, but it's actually not ridiculous.

When you live your life comfortably or hard, but at least peacefully, how deeply do you feel death and fear?

You may tell me a lot of different answers, but what I'm telling you is that when the real horror comes suddenly when you are not prepared for it, almost 100% of people will subconsciously pray to various gods, and it will blurt out almost without thinking - just as naturally as we cry out "oh maa" when we are frightened.

The more people fall into a desperate situation, the more deeply they can feel the horror of the unknown side of this world.

In the face of terror, the first reaction of the vast majority of people is to retreat, be frightened, and then be in awe.

If you don't believe me, I have a very simple way to experiment: you think seriously about the proposition that "I will die one day."

I believe that the more you think deeply, the more inclined you will be to agree with me.

As long as you think about this question, you will understand, why the older people are, the more afraid they are of death?

There is no other reason, just because there is no escape, and it is about to be faced.

That's all.

— and that's why I got into the business.

Why?

The above example can be cited to illustrate:

Perhaps modern scientific research has been able to roughly explain (note my choice of words) what death is all about.

In the beginning, we felt that the heart stopped, the breath was gone, and the person died. But then there was the concept of "brain death", the brain waves disappeared, and the person died. To sum up, the so-called "death" means that the brain, lungs, and heart stop moving (stop thinking, stop breathing, stop heartbeat) and no longer have the characteristics of life.

But this raises the question – what are the "characteristics of life"?

Is the brain, heart, and lungs "characteristics of life" when they remain active? This interpretation is obviously somewhat crude.

On the earth, too many life forms do not have brains, hearts, lungs, such as plants, bacteria and other cell-based life forms, but it is undeniable that they are also a form of life;

As for "thought", it is a very loose and even somewhat idealistic theory. In addition to human beings, other life forms, such as animals and plants, whether they have thoughts or not, this is almost an unprovable false proposition.

Of course, seeing this, some friends will be very angry and scold me for, because the concept of "death" I mentioned before is based on human beings as an example, but the argument that I use animals, plants and even bacteria as a refutation is very untenable.

Well, I'll ask a few other questions, again about "death".

What exactly is the true criterion for death?

What is the meaning of death relative to life?

Why should there be death?

What happens after death?

I threw out such a series of questions, a little unkind, and the old knife once scolded me with a thick neck with his eyes: "His mother's son has never died, how can he know about these bird problems?" It's not easy enough to live well, so whatever?! You're just fucking crazy, plus you're full, and you're okay to do, and you're staring at it all day long! If you have this kung fu strength, hurry up and close the cases I gave you! How many days have it been, tell me? ”

About half a month later, we went out for a supper in the middle of the night.

The old knife swept the table full of dishes, and there was a pile of beer bottles on the ground, and the old knife, who had eaten and drunk enough, leaned his back firmly on the plastic chair of the food stall, lit a cigarette for himself, and handed me another one.

Just as I was looking down to light a cigarette, I suddenly heard the old knife whimper.

It was so scary, the cigarette I just took in my mouth almost fell on my pants!

What a ruthless man the old knife is!

I suddenly remembered a picture in my mind - the old knife like the black whirlwind Li Kui threw himself into my arms, crying bitterly with a delicate voice......

Fuck, it's so fucking scary!

I almost thought I had misheard, or that I must have been dreaming.

But when I looked up, I happened to see that the face of the old knife, which looked a little hazy in the mist of cigarettes, was full of confusion and fragility.

He wept and said to himself: "Death, what is it?" Why do you want to die, and what happens when you die? I haven't lived enough, but I don't want to die......"

He sobbed and whimpered for a while, then suddenly turned his head, changed his fierce expression, stared at me in a daze, and scolded: "It's all you, bastard, what do you say about 'life' and 'death' with Lao Tzu!" In the past half a month, every day before going to bed, Lao Tzu involuntarily thought of this problem, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed and panicked he became! If you tell me about your crazy theories in the future, I'll turn against you! ”

I looked at Lao Dao's serious expression, and at first I felt a little like laughing, and then I wanted to cry.

I felt as if I was supposed to say something, but I didn't know what I was supposed to say.

Finally, I took a puff of cigarette, sighed, and poured a full glass of beer for the old knife and myself.

"Drink." I raise my glass.

The old knife was still a little stunned, and after a pause, he grinned, as if he also felt a little funny.

"Fuck it." The old knife and I slammed the wine glass.

That night, we were all drunk.

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["Strange Dreams", end.] 】