Wei Zheng brought me to Shengmen.

The door of life, the junction of life and death. I probably came to take a look from afar before the induction. We rarely deal with the ghosts here, because this place only recruits some old and frail pawns, don't look at how lofty the name is, in fact, it is a marquee movie theater, and the ghost pawns usually show the ghosts a film before their deaths, which is a tender link that the ghosts who have just left the underworld can experience.

The Marquee Cinema is similar to a private cinema in the sun, with small pavilions divided into grids and neat rooms. Pushing the door in, there is only a massage chair and a projector, and the ghosts of the new underworld can selectively watch the stories of their lives. Wei Zheng took me to the monitoring room and clicked on one of the screens at random.

He is an ordinary middle-aged man with glasses, and his white face and slender fingers indicate that he is a perennial office character. He was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers, and his thin face had been hidden in the darkness. I looked at the countdown in the bottom right corner, 40 minutes and 35 seconds. Forget to mention that each new ghost in the underworld only has one hour to go back to the movie theater. I don't know how long it took, his head raised, his hand trembled and he picked up the remote control, and began to choose the fragments of his life. Intriguingly, he recalled the last moment of his life - the scene of hanging in the office, and watched it repeatedly.

It's really crazy. In the picture, his hands and feet hang limply at his sides, and the whole person seems to be a mess of mud barely tied by ropes. He chose to hang himself on Friday night, only to be found on Monday, in a hot day, and when he was found, he was rancid.

He watched with interest at the security guards and colleagues who had found his body, the panicked faces and the shouts of the rushing signs, frames of images passing by his flat mirrors like ghostly apparitions. He kept pressing the remote like a madman, dragging the progress bar over and over again to the beginning, and even closed his eyes and began to listen to the sobs and screams, as if enjoying a beautiful symphony.

Wei Zheng cut off the picture and clicked on the monitoring grid in the lower left corner.

She was a trembling old woman covered with old age spots and wearing a hospital gown, and she was immersed in the joyful days of her youth—a neat and dilapidated tiled house with only a bed and a thin quilt, and a lack of material things, but could not stop the joy and strange light reflected on her young and cheerful face, and she kissed and touched and touched a piece of paper, and her cheek was pressed against the letter for a long time.

The old woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she hurriedly jumped to the next scene, hastily flipped through some of the sweet, or quarrelsome clips after marriage, and also stopped at the hospital bed before death.

Wei Zheng pulled back another screen.

This time it's a pregnant woman. Died in childbirth. But it's a pity that the fetus doesn't have three souls and six spirits, so she only came to the underworld alone.

She was still crying bitterly as she looked at herself tossing and turning in pain on the screen, staring at her big belly. The shadowless light shines on the shadow, but the most anxious people outside the delivery room are only their parents. Although the mother-in-law and her husband are depressed, their expressions always carry a sense of relaxation that there is still a way back.

From a third-party perspective, this feeling is even more pronounced. The pregnant woman's whimper was louder.

Wei Zheng took me out of the cafeteria for lunch. The canteen at the Marquee cinema is really nice.

To be honest, although the food is good, I chew wax. As Meng Po, the ghosts I came into contact with were already relatively backward, they experienced the helplessness of new ghosts, experienced the rewards of the Reward Division, and the skinning and bone extraction of the Punishment Division, and most of them seemed insensitive to the things they had done in their lives, just waiting to hurry on the road to continue reincarnation. I have never experienced such a direct death scene.

"I take back what I said – I apologize to you for saying that your work is worthless. If you don't have your Meng Po soup, I'm afraid that most people don't want to come to this world again, and you will know that the fate of an ordinary person for a lifetime is either boring or hopeless. Wei Zheng said very sincerely.