You may be talking nonsense about the experiences I am going to write about, but please bear with me and keep reading, because these are real events that have happened in my life. It is with a shudder that I write all this, and for an ordinary person, all this is completely beyond the cognitive and psychological capacity.

Before I write, let me ask you a question, are you afraid of death?

Many people will say, of course, that if you die, you will have nothing left, and all the wealth, power, family, friends, and so on that you have in this life will disappear with you. Some people have made an analogy that life is like riding a bus. You get in the car when you are born, you get off when you die, and no one knows what it looks like to get off, but the only thing you know for sure is that everything in the car has nothing to do with you.

What makes many people afraid of death is more important is the unknown, what is the world of the dead like? No one knows what state I am—because everyone who knows the way is dead.

Throughout the ages, almost all great works of art worth mentioning are related to death, and death is always a topic that living people are obsessed with and never get tired of, and it can go hand in hand with love.

What I'm going to say next has to do with a kind of person. Dividing this kind of person is not so much a competence as a profession.

This kind of person, I can't specifically define their profession, god stick? Goddess? Charlatan? Sorcerer?

Let's talk about their abilities, they can understand life and death, and cross the two worlds of yin and yang.

Let's start with a mysterious man, who is a friend of my friend's friend, and in short, there are many layers of relationship in it. I was able to sit and chat with him, which was a kind of fate. He opened a small foreign trade company, as if by virtue of some connections, he could engage in the reselling of some products between international and domestic countries, and accumulated a certain amount of wealth to be regarded as the middle class.

The first time I saw him, he was watering flowers in his office.

The office is very large, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street and many flowers, which looks spacious, bright and moving. However, such a large office is extremely empty, with only a huge boss's desk in the middle, and a large pot of fortune trees next to it.

Seeing us coming, he asked the secretary to move in two chairs and said apologetically: "My office rarely receives foreign visitors, and they only go to the reception room. You're not outsiders here, so let's talk here. ”

I was seduced by a friend that day. This friend of mine has a very vulgar name, Li Damin, and he only got in touch with this mysterious person through many connections. Originally, I didn't want to come, but Li Damin attracted me with a word, he said: "This person once died once and went to the underworld. ”

I'm very passionate about the strange and curious. Li Damin's words completely hooked me. Li Damin is a good friend of mine, and his enthusiasm in this area is more fanatical than anyone I have ever met, and he is not superficial to see a novelty, but really works hard to find information to find the parties to verify and study, and that momentum can be called professional.

Li Damin and I came to this mysterious man's company.

He handed us cigarettes first, and we politely waved our hands to say no, and he calmly lit them himself, then leaned back in the boss's chair and let out a long puff of smoke. Without waiting for us to ask, he said first: "Your intentions have been made clear on the phone, so let me ask you first, what do you know about me?" ”

Li Damin is the main speaker, I am the accompanying guest, and everything depends on his actions. Li Damin said: "Brother Peng, then what do we have to say, I heard that you used to ...... Well, walk through once? ”

We are very shy about the word "death" here, and we all use "gone" instead.

Brother Peng nodded: "Not bad at all." Three years ago, I had a heart attack and according to the diagnosis of the hospital at the time, I was already dead. ”

"And then you're in Hades?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It should ...... Forget it. His eyes were a little confused.

"Can you tell us more about it?" Li Damin turned on the voice recorder.

Brother Peng took a deep breath: "You were also introduced by acquaintances." To be honest, I'm very reluctant to talk about that time now. After I came back from the underworld and came back from the dead for a while, I often talked about the experience of going to the underworld as a strange thing, just like Xianglin's sister-in-law, hehe. Later, more and more people came to me and asked me repeatedly. Slowly, I got very tired and felt like a monkey in a zoo, stripped naked for people to exhibit. These people have all kinds of purposes, some are questioning, some are curious, and some are more eccentric, hoping that I can go to the underworld again and help them find their dead relatives and friends. ”

Li Damin and I looked at each other, and Li Damin said, "Brother Peng, we are not here to question anything this time. We are particularly interested in the underworld after death and want to do in-depth knowledge and research, and this is where we come to you. ”

"What are you doing studying that thing?" Brother Peng shook his head: "Young man, I really don't know how thick the sky is. Well, since I promised to let you come, I won't be untrustworthy. ”

He opened the conversation.

Brother Peng was fifty-one years old three years ago, his business has entered the normal track, his family is harmonious, his wife is virtuous and filial, compared to ordinary people, his life is simply perfect. His only thought is to take good care of his body, and only when he is healthy can he enjoy everything in the moment.

When he was about forty-five years old, Peng joined an organization of winter travel enthusiasts. They start swimming in autumn and can swim until the beginning of spring the following year. Friends who may have experience in winter swimming know that winter swimming does not mean that it is a simple warm-up in winter, and you can start swimming without going into the water. Generally, people who are engaged in winter swimming start swimming from the beginning of autumn, when the water temperature is slightly cooler, so that the body has a gradual adaptation process, and when the cold winter wax moon is frozen, it will not let the body bear huge stimulation.

Brother Peng swam like this for a few years, and felt that his body was getting better and better, until one time, when an unexpected event came, he panicked.

It was a cold winter, and he was swimming in the sea with his friends from the winter swimming team, when suddenly there was a pain in his left leg and stomach, and he immediately reacted, this is a cramp. For a veteran swimmer, cramps are very common, there is no need to make a fuss, and in this case, the first thing to do is to calm down.

Because this was a trivial matter, Brother Peng didn't tell anyone else, so he slowly swam to the shore by himself. At this time, you must not be nervous, the more you relax your body, the greater the buoyancy.

When he saw the shore, Brother Peng suddenly felt a palpitation in his chest.

The heart was beating faster, the whole heart seemed to twist, the chest was like a boulder, and I couldn't breathe. Brother Peng paddled with one hand, and stroked his neck desperately with the other, trying to break through the thick membrane and let the air enter his body.

The figure on the shore in front of him became more and more blurred, and the water temperature was extremely low at this time, and it was bitterly cold, and it went straight to the bone marrow along the meridians of the whole body. Words simply can't describe the pain.

Fortunately, this fatal feeling comes and goes quickly, and it is estimated that the time before and after is three or four seconds, but for Brother Peng, these few seconds are equivalent to a century, in his words, it is a roll at the ghost gate. When he staggered to the shore, Brother Peng collapsed to the ground. At this point, the heartbeat returned to normal and breathing was smooth. The feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe is unimaginable for those who have not experienced it.

This incident was a wake-up call for him to realize that there was probably something wrong with his body. Hiding from his family, Brother Peng went to the city's central hospital for a full body examination. It's okay not to check, but when you check it, you find that your heart arteries have a tendency to harden the disease, which is coronary heart disease.

He was stupid on the spot, like a bolt from the blue. Coronary heart disease, these three words are like maggots biting into his heart, and he can't break free. After getting the news, he almost couldn't walk, came out of the hospital, prescribed a bunch of medicines, didn't dare to drive by himself, and took a taxi home.

When he returned home, his wife and son didn't know what his condition was, the family was harmonious, and he laughed constantly.

Later, he secretly consulted several times, and an experienced cardiologist told him that a large part of your disease was caused by winter swimming. Winter swimming is not a suitable exercise for everyone, ice water stimulates the body greatly, especially the pores, blood vessels and heart, half of the male heart patients we accept here are caused by winter swimming.

Brother Peng deceived himself into stopping winter swimming, believing that his heart could heal itself. But as the illness was delayed, concealed, and aggravated, finally that day, he died.

It was October 5th, three years ago, and the family attended the wedding of a relative's child. The wedding scene was very lively, and all relatives and friends gathered together to staggered cups. Just when the bride and groom were toasting from table to table, they heard a loud "bang", and a table was overturned, followed by a woman's hoarse howl: "Old Peng, what's wrong with you?" ”

Brother Peng fell among the broken plates of dishes on the floor, motionless, his body stiff, but his hands were still in the posture they had before he fell unconscious—tightly covering his chest.

The wedding scene was chaotic, and Brother Peng was rushed to the nearest hospital by 120 ambulance. A large group of relatives and friends also arrived, and by the time they arrived at the hospital, they had already been pushed to the emergency room. There were people standing in the corridor, all waiting anxiously.

After a short time, the doctor came out of the emergency room, and a large group of people hula surrounded him. The doctor shook his head: "We did our best, let's prepare for the future." ”

Before she could finish a sentence, Mrs. Peng fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

Speaking of this, Brother Peng was a little gloomy and said to us: "People die like lights going out, and they don't care about themselves, it's nothing more than stretching their legs." But to your loved ones and friends, that's the biggest blow. I now look down on people who commit suicide, because only the most irresponsible people choose suicide to escape. If you die, you will die, but you are pitted by a large group of people around you who love you. ”

"Let's not talk about trivial things, it's nothing more than doing things in the aftermath, contacting crematoriums, buying cemeteries, setting wreaths, etc. It's very dangerous here, you may not have experienced any life and death scenes when you are young, our rule here is that if a person dies, you can't stay overnight, and no matter how late it is, you have to contact the crematorium and store it in the freezer. Why do you say it's dangerous, I woke up when I was pushed into the freezer, and if I was a little later, locked in the freezer, Da Luo Jinxian wouldn't survive. ”

He grabbed his cigarette and knocked the ash into the ashtray. We are heartened, and the truth is coming.

According to Brother Peng's description, at the moment of death, there is no clear boundary between life and death, at least for him, it is difficult to distinguish, because there is still a certain consciousness at that time.

This consciousness is not very clear, like a dream, everything you experience is also vivid, but there is no self-control, that is, what you experience where you go, you don't count. You will go to whatever scene you are provided with in the dark.

When he said this, Li Damin quietly wrote two words on the paper and handed it to me, and I was stunned when I saw it, what he wrote was: soul.

Brother Peng first saw an old-fashioned freight elevator, and he was standing at the elevator entrance. I don't know exactly what this place is. He didn't think about getting on the elevator at the bottom, so he naturally walked up. The elevator doors are closed, the red light is on, and you can feel the elevator slowly descending.

He was very serene, without any restlessness, without distractions, and his body was also light, without the usual feeling of drag and heaviness, as if he had returned to the days of a healthy baby. No desire, no thoughts, no arrogance or impatience, go with the flow, not to mention that it really has the meaning of a Buddha.

The elevator went down for a long time, or rather, he had no concept of time at the time, and then when he woke up, he recalled, vaguely thinking that it might have been a long time.

I don't know how long it took, the elevator stopped, and the metal door slowly opened.