Chapter 73: Well, Alive (2)

We were received by a forty-year-old Ms. Sven with gold-rimmed glasses and white clothes, she was the person in charge of the "Coffin Academy", her surname was Lin, and others called her Teacher Lin.

After everyone paid the money, a photo of their life, and signed the notice of the event, Mr. Lin led everyone to the second floor.

On the wall of the corridor leading from the first floor to the second floor, there are all kinds of photos of people who died by suicide, in the photos, there are twisted and deformed painful faces, desperate expressions, and broken bodies, and the background music around them is "Black Friday", which makes people feel chilled in it.

It's as if I smell death.

On the second floor, there were several staff members in white uniforms.

One of them, took us inside a room. The room was dimly lit, surrounded by several large mirrors, with several tables and chairs in the middle, each table lit a candle, and the surroundings were very quiet, there was no sound at all, and the candlelight swaying in the wind illuminated the people and scenery in shadows, like a group of demons dancing, which made people feel terrifying.

The staff gave each person a piece of paper and a pen: "Please write down your last words and a passage you would like to say to the person you love the most." ”

After the staff finished speaking, they left the room and closed the door.

And there was music, and it was the music of mourning.

Everyone's faces became solemn. I don't know why, I was a little drumming in my heart, and secretly glanced at Lin Yangyang next to me, Lin Yangyang also looked at me, and there was a trace of timidity in his eyes - although he kept saying that he didn't want to live anymore and wanted to die, but when he really wanted to experience death, he couldn't help but panic.

I don't know what to write a last word.

I had no parents, no brothers and sisters, just lying in the hospital and becoming a vegetative Jiang Ziyu. I thought about it for a while, and then wrote my last words to Jiang Ziyu:

"Jiang Ziyu, in this world, the person closest to me is you, and the person who loves me the most is also you, it is estimated that I am dead, and the saddest person is also you - if you can wake up. Jiang Ziyu, if I am gone, I hope you can be healthy and live a long life, and I hope you can live a good and happy life. ”

"A paragraph I want to say to the person I love the most", I wrote: "Jiang Ziyu, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be with you!"

This life is not over yet, and I think about the next life.

Lin Yangyang's last words are very simple: "If there is an afterlife, I hope that I can have a lot of money, a lot of love, love for my parents, and pampering my beloved, carefree." ”

After writing the last words, the next thing to do is to put on a white linen robe, the shroud.

Then, there is the death experience part of saying goodbye to the death of life.

The farewell room is divided into two compartments, one room with all male coffins and the other room with female coffins. Each black coffin in the room was about two meters, enough to accommodate an adult.

When Lin Yangyang and I and another girl came to the women's farewell room, we were surprised to find that the life photos we had given to the staff when we came in were pasted on the first coffin.

I stood in front of the coffin with my life photo, looking at the "posthumous photo", my youthful and beautiful self, and I had mixed feelings.

(To be continued)