Quack!

Syllable!

Two hungry rats were fighting on the beams of the house, and suddenly they fell down with their arms in their arms.

After eating this, Zhou Ang suddenly opened his eyes.

The room was pitch black, only the small window on the wall that was less than half a square meter, and a little hazy light that came in through the window paper, but Zhou Ang couldn't see anything clearly.

All he could see was pure darkness.

He was stunned for a while before he gradually came back to his senses.

The sensations of the body were transmitted to the brain first, and he could feel that his body had become cold and stiff.

After a moment of stunned thought, he finally remembered the terrifying scene not long ago.

An out-of-control off-road vehicle with an astonishing speed rushed through the flower garden barrier, whistling and crashing into itself, and at that time, I stayed up until eleven o'clock to finish the planning of the case, I was somewhat distracted, and then I was illuminated by the bright headlights, and I was stunned on the spot, completely forgetting how much I could dodge.

"Have I been taken to the hospital?"

But it was certainly not a ward, because there was not even a little light, it was pitch black, and it didn't seem to smell like the disinfectant water that is characteristic of hospitals.

He tried to look left and right, but found that he couldn't even move his eyes, let alone turn his head.

So...... Where am I?

At this moment, a sudden thought came to him and startled him.

Am I already dead?

So here...... Is it a morgue?

But I'm still alive!

I'll go...... That is, I may have had my heart stopped just now and was judged dead, but I wasn't dead and am now alive again in the morgue?

After thinking about it carefully, combined with the current environment he was in, he felt that this was the most likely situation.

I just don't know if this hospital will check again before cremating the body.

Should...... Yes, right?

Thinking about it again, I don't know how long it has been since the car accident happened, but since I even entered the morgue, I must have notified my parents and Juanzi.

Yes, before the hospital burned me, they must have to say goodbye to my body, and they will not burn it directly.

Dad, Mom, Juanzi, you are probably sad now, but it's okay, I'm not dead yet!

Thinking about it like this, Zhou Ang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart for a while, but soon he found that he didn't seem to have a heartbeat?—— wrong, not only did he have no heartbeat, he didn't even breathe at all!

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, and his soul was numb in an instant!

Looks like I'm still dead!

No wonder I felt cold and stiff.

But at this time, as it happened, I don't know if I was frightened by myself, he actually opened his mouth and nose at the same time, and inhaled it into his lungs in one breath.

And a moment later, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Zhou Ang's heart was in ecstasy, and he subconsciously exhaled again.

The heart beat again.

Almost subconsciously, he inhaled and exhaled.

My heart was beating a little bit.

At first, his whole body was stiff, every breath was very difficult, and his heartbeat was very slow and irregular, but after only a few breaths, his heartbeat began to accelerate suddenly, and his breathing became smooth all of a sudden.

I don't know if it was a few minutes passed, Zhou Ang suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, tried hard to control his exhalation and inhalation, and felt his heart beat from slow to fast, and then, he felt that his body seemed to be less stiff, and his body was gradually becoming warmer.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, seeing that his whole person was slowly "coming to life", he suddenly felt some pain in his head - this pain was very slow at first, but as his body began to recover ordinary breathing, heartbeat and body temperature, it began to suddenly intensify, just a moment of effort, he was already a little convulsive.

It was a myriad of fragments of memories that were frantically pouring into my mind.

My name is Zhou Ang, I am a scholar in Lingzhou County, the seat of Lingzhou County of the Tang Dynasty, I am eighteen this year, my father died early, and my mother worked hard to raise me and my sister.

At the beginning of the year, I accompanied my mother to Baoguo Temple to incense, I met a woman, very beautiful, unfortunately only in a hurry, I don't know which lady it is, I can't help but toss and turn after returning......

This county guard attaches more importance to resignation, but I have been reading and writing over the years, and I have always been able to write poetry, and I have been able to write poetry and songs, and it seems that during the tenure of this county guard, Jumao is hopeless, either from now on to practice poetry, or I can only wait for the next Taishou.

Last month, I went to Zou Shixin's house to sit and talk, and I was treated to the roast pork in Baoguo Temple, which was really delicious! Unfortunately, I was not embarrassed to ask for some back and give my mother and little sister a taste.

............

Zhou Ang suddenly sat up from the bed.

His eyes widened, and he gasped for air.

The oil lamp had long since burned out, but the pungent smell was still faintly audible.

Time and space are reversed, and everything is chaotic.

At this time, most of his eyesight had recovered, and he turned his head to look at the window, and could see that the window paper had broken a hole somewhere, but it seemed that there was no moon tonight, and the light that came in through the window paper was not enough to see anything clearly.

Calm, calm, calm......

Zhou Ang struggled to adjust his breathing to calm himself.

At least don't be so flustered.

The situation is so weird that he thinks he probably has encountered the legendary time travel after dying in a car accident, as written in those web novels.

But now he couldn't see anything clearly, so he didn't dare to confirm it.

A few more rats tore at the beams.

It squeaks and rattles, and it sounds a bit of a tragic and terrifying feeling.

Zhou Ang's breathing was gradually slowing down, and when he heard the sound, he subconsciously thought: It's useless, you better change a family to make a living, you can't find food in our house, even I can't find it!

When he thought like this, he subconsciously looked up at the beam, but suddenly remembered one thing - he remembered that there should be a basket hanging from the beam.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly a little excited, but his nature forced him, he still thought for a while, and then took a deep breath, through a little light from the window, he leaned sideways and touched the bookcase on the side of the bed, and moved his body to the side of the bed.

Reaching out and touching it, sure enough, the flint was in a familiar place.

Holding on to the table and feeling inside, he found exactly a piece of oily stuff.

It's the only small piece of candle left.

He remembers that he would only be willing to light a candle for a while when he was writing something very important. The smell of oil lamps is so great that it is not only smoky, but also often irritates the eyes to the point of sourness and tears.

Fumbling with the candles, he carefully but skillfully brushed the flint.

In a few moments, the candle lit up.

Looking at the little flame that danced happily, he exhaled softly, picked up the candle, and turned to shine on the basket where it should have fallen.

And it was there.

Right where it should be in memory.

Zhou Ang was stunned for a moment and sighed slowly.

Holding the candle in hand, holding it as high as possible, and shining the whole room everywhere, sure enough......

A strange and familiar room.

Retracting his gaze and retracting his arm, he held the candle in his hand and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

After a few minutes, he sighed slowly.

"It looks like it's really possible. ”

In other words, he is actually dead.

But how did I get here?

Well, it doesn't seem to make much sense to go through this kind of thing. However, judging from the situation just now, the person I crossed over seemed to be dead just now, so it gave me a chance to take advantage of it.

And how did he die?

Sick, killed, or something else?

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little pain in his head, some memories and pictures seemed to be not far away, which contained the information he wanted to know, but on the contrary, it seemed that his brain was subconsciously resisting or rejecting them, and he felt a headache when he thought about it in that direction slightly.

Zhou Ang raised his hand and rubbed his head, deliberately controlling himself not to think about it anymore, so he felt that his head didn't hurt so much. But at this time, it should be because his body was gradually recovering, and his facial features were becoming more and more acute at the same time, he suddenly caught a wisp of rouge aroma on his body.

Brush it, and it seems that something has been punctured.

Countless memories and images rushed in.

And the first is a woman's voice, full of tenderness and charm, with an indescribable hint of condescending banter-

If there is an afterlife, don't hate slaves!"

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