"The woman is not as pure as the boy imagined, she is like a cannibalistic ghost, and she hooks up with many men at the same time. But how can the young man manage so much, he tasted love for the first time, he was intoxicated with love, and he loved so much that he could tolerate everything about girls, so he satisfied all the demands of women. After a night of madness, there is endless emptiness. Qi Yu was telling a nonsense story, and the eyes in the cave revealed a serious and serious look, but it seemed that he really believed the story.

"No...... Be...... This...... Shape...... Target...... He...... At...... Sprinkle...... Lie ......" Liu Bo's mouth moved slightly, and he issued a retort that no one could hear, "I...... And...... She...... I...... Guys...... No...... Be...... This...... Shape...... ......"

The young man's eyes were wet, and the light from the lotus lamp above his head shattered into pieces and died in the air.

"The woman died, she reached the pinnacle of madness, closed her eyes, and never woke up again. The next day, the boy regained consciousness, and he looked at the mess and mess that filled the room, and he was at a loss. Immediately after, he found the woman's already cold body in the center of the room. She lay quietly, if it weren't for the dehydrated skin and cool body temperature, she would have looked as brilliant and charming as yesterday. ”

Qi Yu told the story, while Ah Cheng and Xinzi glanced at the computer screen with their eyes. In the afterglow, comments scrolled one by one.

Most of them are a long list of comments in foreign languages, which they can't understand. But occasionally mixed with a few Chinese comments, flashed by. Xinzi leaned slightly, wanting to spy on the reactions of these people.

Lolita: What's the matter, I'm not here to listen to your story, I'm just here to see you abuse people, why don't you start yet?

Disqualification in the world: Seeing the present, it feels very boring. Watch it for another five minutes, don't abuse people, and I'll go.

Brain Hell: Boredom.

Reader: These three people stand like this, like three fools.

Xinzi's face buried under the hood was tense, he clenched his teeth, his face was wrinkled, and then he lowered his voice and said in a tone that only he could hear: "It's all a group of vulgar things, dog things that don't know how to appreciate." ”

Ah Cheng clapped his hand, "Leave these people alone. ”

The two didn't want to be affected by the comments, so they stopped quietly probing. They straightened up and listened intently to the story told by Qi Yu.

"The corpse is like a withered flower. After blooming, the petals are removed at the most beautiful apex. The young man looked at it and felt that the woman's face seemed to be more beautiful than yesterday. He was shocked, feeling that his thoughts were unethical, and he was so uncomfortable that he vomited. 'Oh, this woman is dead. A big man leaned in to observe, and his voice was only a little surprised. 'Haha, it's a pity, it's a good body. The rest of the people did not mourn, and even a few yawned nonchalantly. ”

Qi Yu was fascinated by his words, his eyes glancing into the air in confusion, "'Divide the corpse!' someone proposed, "One person takes a piece of it and throws it away." The boy got the head, which he wrapped in a black plastic bag and took home. The boy put his head on the head of his bed and did not immediately discard it. He looked at the unremarkable, cold, and bloodstained head, and he couldn't control his excitement, it was a kind of soul tremor. ”

Speaking of this, Xinzi and Ah Cheng's bodies trembled, and they felt the same as the young man in the story, which was a deep soul stirring.

Qi Yu's body was also swaying, a little unstable, "He was even more infatuated with her, he looked at the head, it was rotting day by day, but it was sinking deeper day by day." Finally, one day, he figured it out. He's not obsessed with the woman, he's obsessed with death. Death is more gorgeous than life. It is the most moving music that can be sung and the most beautiful picture that can be depicted in a person's life. ”

"Ahh

"Change...... ......" Liu Bo closed his eyes, and discomfort welled up in his stomach.

The boy was scared, he felt that he was too different from ordinary people. He felt a mixture of guilt and disgust at the idea that he had such thoughts. He rushed out the door in a daze, wandering the streets. He hoped that the rain would wash away his sins. As the boy wandered through the streets of the city, he came to the door of a church. There was a voice from inside, 'Amen. ’”

Qi Yu clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly.

The follow-up story goes like this:

The boy pushed open the door of the church, and the top of the multicolored glass, ticking and beating, and the sound of rain, beat the drums.

A priest standing under the statue of Jesus, holding a Bible.

"Father, I'm guilty. The boy walked up behind the priest and bowed his head.

The priest looked back with a loving face, "Would you like to talk to me?"

The boy confessed everything.

After hearing this, the priest's face did not change, and he still looked kind, "Do you know that you are wrong?"

"I know, but I'm still obsessed with death. I can't stop thinking about anything else, Father, will the Lord forgive me?"

The priest nodded, "God loves the world. He will forgive you, if you are determined to repent. ”

"But......" the young man struggled a little, and his brows furrowed in an incomprehensible arc, "Is it a sin to be obsessed with death?"

The priest nodded again, "You haven't figured it out yet. ”

He looked at the boy who was silent and bowed his head, and proposed, "Go and see the birds chirping in the morning, and then come back tomorrow." ”

The next day, the boy appeared at the door of the church as promised.

The priest's face was still full of love, "Today, are you still obsessed with death?"

The boy nodded.

The priest touched the cross around his neck, "Go and see the breezy sand and the startled seabirds." Come back tomorrow. ”

On the third day, the boy was still with his head bowed and silent.

The priest sighed, but still encouraged, "Go and see the rain-soaked grass after the rain, and the snails crawling slowly with their shells on their backs." Come back tomorrow. ”

This time the boy shook his head, "Father, I'm not coming tomorrow." ”

"Don't you want salvation?"

"I think. But I can't forget, and I don't want to. I am obsessed with death, above all else. ”

For the first time, the priest's brow furrowed, "If so, then the Lord can only forgive half of your sins." Forgive you for your sins in hurting women. But the Lord cannot forgive you for the sin of death. ”

The young man raised his face, a little ignorant and puzzled, "Then can I still go to heaven?"

The priest shook his head.

With disappointment in his eyes, the boy lowered his head and walked slowly out of the church.

"You must not commit suicide, it is a serious crime. The priest took the Bible, kissed the cross and said the last words.

The boy nodded, his heart at a loss. He came to a bar in despair, and on the bar of the bar, there were three burly butchers. They didn't take off their overalls, and their leather coats were covered in blood.

They invited the boy to a glass of wine and asked him why he was so sad.

The young man, shrouded in drunkenness, told them what was on his mind.