"Hey! Am I dead? He ran and yelled at the passers-by, but no one responded to his words, and they didn't seem to hear Ah Wu shouting at all.

"Grandma—I want a pig intestine, a pig ear, a copy..." Ah Wu roared at a dimly lit lo-mei stall, "Wait, I don't want pork intestines today, change the chicken wings..."

The grandmother of the lo-mei stall looked at the pot of thickening marinade in a daze, stirring slowly, stirring again, and did not react to Ah Wu, who was ordering in front of her. Ah Wu vaguely remembered that he used to frequented this lo-mei stall, this grandma is old, her eyes are dizzy, the cooked lo-mei is very unpalatable, and her memory is also poor, sometimes she miscalculates the account, and often provokes Awu to urge and scold, but Awu still frequents it often, whether it is because she sees that Grandma is helpless, and sympathizes, even Awu himself does not know.

"Hey! Feed! Didn't you hear you? Ah Wu raised his tone and roared hysterically, he was so angry that he cursed and kicked at the lo-mei stall, but it was like kicking on a solid sandbag, and the car did not move, not even a sound.

Ah Wu sniffed, stretched out his hand to wipe away some tears secreted by fear and unwillingness, waved his hand and slapped the pieces of duck blood and pig ears on the stall, the perception from his fingertips was a numb illusion, and he couldn't pick up the food on the stall.

A guest leaned over, took a small basket from Grandma's hand, and picked out the lo-mei materials with an iron clip, Ah Wu stopped his hand, leaned to the side, looked at the guest's hand, and then looked at his own hand - his hands were white and bloodless, and then he lifted the dirty and torn shirt, and the intestines slid out of his waist again, he boldly pinched his intestines, and wiped away the black blood stains on the intestines a little, the intestines were gray-white, and he pinched his intestines compared with the pig intestines contained in the small basket of the guest's food. Even the pig intestines seem to be more fresh.

He let out a long sigh and smiled self-deprecatingly, he turned away, and turned back to the grandmother and complained, "What's the big deal, I don't want it, grandma, the lo-mei you sell is unpalatable..."

He walked blankly, walked through the street, walked through the alleys, and then walked on the overpass, he stepped on the overpass stairs as if he was stepping on soft soil, feeling soft and soft, and there was a sense of unsteadiness. He didn't even mind the intestines that were hanging from his waist and swaying with his steps, and they would still fall out not long after stuffing them back anyway.

He stood on the overpass, silently looking at the dark purple night sky, the dim and bleak buildings, and the lifeless windows.

For as long as he can remember, he had seen the world in this way, gray and cold, and he kept his eyes on the cars under the overpass, reflexively thinking about which one was more valuable and which one might be easier to steal...

He always knew that he was an insignificant person, the kind of most despicable and lowly person that would exist in any country or city, the kind of person who would not shed an extra tear for him when he died.

He's dead?

Ah Wu looked at his hands, and then at the moon, the moonlight seemed to be particularly bright tonight, had he never looked at the moon so seriously before, or was the moon really bright tonight?

Is the light reflected in the hand mixed with the white of Aomori, is that the color of the moonlight, or the color of the hand?

He sat down and lay down. There was no one in front of or behind the overpass, and he put his head on his hands and watched the fast-moving clouds in the night sky.

He was amazed that he couldn't remember what had happened recently, but he could remember everything that had happened a long time ago, including his childhood, his upbringing...

When he was older, he would help out at the amusement park after school, he knew all the video game machines, he would use all kinds of foul language, he would smoke, he would drink, it was like something he was born with - although his father with limited mobility didn't like him, but when he was a young boy who took the small paper cups or spicy cigarettes that the thorny dragon and phoenix guests handed him with a smile, and he drank all the wine in it, exhaled the cigarette and breathed out the cigarette, which attracted those guests to applaud and give tips, His father also turned a blind eye to his overage behavior.

At that time, Ah Wu didn't care about the ridiculous cigarette appreciation and toasting of the guests, he regarded them as a kind of fun game, and at the moment when he puffed out his mouth and drank a lot, he felt that he was no longer a handy little brother squatting in the corner, waiting for an opportunity to pick up steel balls or change on the ground, but a friend who was on an equal footing with those rough and atmospheric brothers.

The teachers of the school knew Ah Wu's family background, and they could understand and try not to pursue Ah Wu's disorderly behavior outside of school, but they didn't like Ah Wu from the bottom of their hearts.

Ah Wu knew, but didn't mind, because he didn't like them either.

At this time, Ah Wu looked at the sky with his arms on his pillow, and he tried to recall that the teacher who often scolded him in elementary school, I don't know whether it was a man or a woman, an old or a young, or a man and a woman, young and old. He scratched his head and smiled, after all, he had been blamed by too many teachers.

Somehow, there seemed to be a brain of memories in his head that kept churning and jumping, mostly fragmentary, like a malfunctioning projector, and he struggled to think about him as he grew up, and he couldn't remember exactly when he had learned to steal cars.

His growth story is played out all the time in this city, and no one wants to listen to it or care about it; Everyone has their own story, his story is not special, not exciting, even he himself feels boring, even he may not be able to recall it clearly and clearly even in his lifetime, let alone the present in a state of amnesia chaos.

But he still didn't get tired of thinking about it, piecing together the complicated and trivial vague memories in his head bit by bit, this was the first time in his life that he looked at himself so seriously.

After some time, it became hotter and hotter, and he began to feel uncomfortable, as if he was suffering a punishment like putting sweaters on his body, and he felt that this time was much hotter than the hottest summer days.

He noticed that the sky was no longer dark, and a faint glow was shining from the top of the farthest building. Ah Wu frowned, and lifted his neckline, he hadn't reacted to the strange heat.

Soon after, the heat increased tenfold, spreading over the city like a fire.

"Damn, I forgot I'm a ghost now!" Ah Wu was shocked to realize that he was no longer a human at this time, but a ghost, and for him at this time, "ghosts are afraid of the sun" is no longer a legend, but a personal experience.