On the screen of the ECG monitoring instrument, undulating lines are drawn into straight lines, and the harsh sound is heard throughout the ward. As the heart stops beating, the slightly open eyelids slowly close.

With reluctance and attachment to this world, life stands still at this moment!

All the pain is over.

The doctor stopped the high-voltage output of the pacemaker and shook his head and sighed at the nurse next to him. "He is finally free from his illness, which is also a relief for him. ”

In front of the window.

Transparent and illusory white shadows, waiting quietly.

It wasn't until the gradually cold body on the hospital bed that the same transparent and illusory soul walked out, and a smile crossed the corner of the white shadow in front of the window. "Ying Che, are there any unfulfilled wishes in this world?"

That white shadow, when Ying Che was alive, had already come a few times and communicated with him a few times.

He said that he was not the black and white of the mythological story, but was only responsible for finding and transporting souls.

Ying Che likes to call him "the ferryman of souls".

"Following your advice, in the last few days of my life I went back to school and met my former classmates. Later, I went to the orphanage again and met the dean's grandmother, and I have no other regrets. ”

"Do you want to look at this world that you have lived in for twenty years, in fact, you still have one more day, but you just give up on yourself. If you want, I can use this day to take you around the world. ”

"Soul Ferryman" reminded.

"I'm dead, isn't it? there's no point in being nostalgic, let's go!"

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