Chapter 274

The snow is still on the ground;

people around,

are starting to be fewer and fewer,

like movie theaters scattered,

are becoming more and more depressed.

Zhou Ze has been standing in place, let the snow have slowly covered it, slowly stacked him into a "snowman".

The people who smashed the car are gone,

the people who watched around are gone,

the people who fell on the ground are gone,

slowly,

the car is gone,

between the heaven and the earth, there is only a piece of white and clean left;

the only target is the red beach on the ground.

It's like a stain, which can't be washed out or wiped out. It's obstinately existing,

it's so inconvenient and uncomfortable.

In the fury,

the old man kept shouting,

seems to be venting his depression for a long time.

"Now, do you know what I am?"

It seems that after venting,

is tired,

is bored and uninteresting,

the old man comes out of the red.

It was still the dress of the green coat, the muddy release shoes on the sole of the shoes, the image of an old farmer, who even sniveled, wiped it with the back of his hand and threw it to the ground.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You're dead, old man."

"Yes, he's dead, but I can't. every time I die, I have to come back, change someone, come back."

The old man crossed his waist, as if he wanted to continue to curse again, but it seemed that he could not.

The old man is dead, but he still exists.

Xu Qinglang's master died, but he will continue to appear in the future.

He is a devil, floating in the sky, he will fall down, he will enter a person's body, Xu Qinglang's master is the last one, so that the master can understand the mystery, can hold on to the deep, can become a wandering Celestial Master, even the local ghost guard dare not touch him.

A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze. It was really killed, but only Xu Qinglang's master. The real evil, the devil who created all these things, he was just washed away.

He hid in the dark corner and licked the wound slowly,

he hid in the crowd and quietly accumulated strength again,

he was waiting for the time to pass slowly, he was looking for the next appendage, which was his destiny, and also his reincarnation, just like little Lori's ghost errands who always wanted to find a boarding body after entering the sun from hell Li.

He, too,

.

"Do you know how old I am?" The old man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"I'm very old. I'm so old that I forget my first appearance. The storyteller said that every plant and tree has its own destiny!

But I just can't figure it out, I can't understand it, and I can't find out what the meaning of my existence is. "

The old man said,

on the left side of his body, the snow disappeared and an old street appeared.

There are peddlers and small shops in the street, and there is a platform on which people kneel.

"The furthest I remember, the clearest I remember, is this one."

There are more and more people in the market.

Unconsciously, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people. Everyone's clothes were basically gray. Behind his head, there was a long braid,

greasy,

watery.

This scene is familiar.

The executioner escorted the man to the stage, the knife had been sharpened, and the man had knelt down.

The onlookers at the bottom began to cry and sob,

some covered their eyes and dared not look,

some covered their ears and dared not listen,

some simply turned around and even dared not face it.

The autumn wind was bleak and the leaves were sweeping. The executioner took a sip of wine and heard a cry under the stage.

Death row did not cry, he continued to kneel, but his back was straight, and the people around him were crying for his misfortune, shaking their heads, lamenting, mourning, mourning for the loss of life.

In front of Zhou Ze,

the old man's eyes were dull,

he came to Zhou Ze, and

he put out his hand to help Zhou Ze sort out the collar, like a kind elder. He opened his mouth and showed his yellow teeth. He continued:

"I want to ask you something."

"Say."

"I'm dead, I can't come back in a short time, but maybe in a few years, in a decade, or in a few decades, I still have to come back.So, I beg you to kill me when I come back next time, OK?

There are some ancestral things in this guy's house. I'll tell you the location. You can go and have a look. You should be able to pick up some interesting things that can be seen. Take them to play, but he's dead anyway. "

"You shouldn't have said that to me." Zhou Ze replied.

I should say it to the one in my body.

There was a strange smile on the old man's face. He looked at Zhou Ze, licked his tongue and said:

"the same."

"How long will you be back?"

"Almost."

The old man showed an expression of "being loveless". With a wave of his right hand, a bridge appeared.

One line,

divides the two worlds. On the left side of the line,

is the Caishikou a century ago; on the right side,

is the modern bridge.

On the platform of Caishikou, there are executioners holding knives and prisoners kneeling;

on the bridge, a man squats on the bridge and may fall down at any time.

One line divides the time of a hundred years.

"It's often said that time can change everything." The old man said with a wry smile, "but there are some things that can't even do anything about time. I don't think I'll be too long apart when I come back next time. Please wait.

I can't say I'll come back to you next time. "

Under the bridge, a lot of people gathered there to watch. The number of onlookers even paralyzed the operation of the bridge.

The police came to maintain order. They kept the cordon. They asked the onlookers to step back, and then step back. But the people in front of them pushed forward, the people in the back pushed forward, and they couldn't disperse at all.

People are just as enthusiastic as they were earlier when they went to the cinema to rush to the supply and marketing agency to buy things.

The firefighters have already arranged the ropes and are ready to take the risk to rescue people.

"Jump, jump!"

"Damn it, I'm dying in the sun!"

"I said brother, do you want to jump or not? I have to go back to cook if you don't jump."

"Agility point, action standard point, water flower is smaller, technical action points can be high!"

These shouting people are urging to vent their dissatisfaction, holding their mobile phones, taking photos and videos, and then posting their microblog friends circle:

"I'm worried about him, why jump off the building, come down quickly!"

"Life is very precious. It's only once for everyone. I hope the brothers above will be more open and come down earlier."

"Come down, life will inevitably encounter twists and turns. There is nothing that can't be seen. You, your relatives and friends will continue to support you. You and we are worried about you below!"

"I'm really worried about this brother above. Don't jump. Come on, uncle firefighter. We must save him!"

At the end of the dynamic,

put down your mobile phone,

everyone was suffering from the sun exposure,

began to constantly urge the person above to hurry up, be quick, fast, the sun is too hot, there is no sunshade here, and there is no convenience store to buy a bottle of ice quack.

"A hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.

"Poof!"

On the left side of the line, the executioner's knife falls and his head rolls off.

"Poof!"

On the right side of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and smashed into the water.

At this time, the world seems to fall into a kind of quiet,

a strange quiet.

Then, on both sides of the

line,

boils together.

At the entrance of Caishikou, a group of people ran there with steamed bread in their hands and dipped it in blood. The people who got it shouted, "human blood steamed bread can cure all diseases!"

At the bridge,

when the firefighters and the police mourned for the death of a life and even cried for tears,

several good people secretly rushed through the isolation belt to the body that had just been salvaged, opened the white canvas covering the body,

looked at the appearance after drowning.

These can become their future talks. For example, when they drink with friends, they can boast that the man on the bridge jumped into the river to commit suicide a while ago. It's a tragic death. I've seen it with my own eyes.

At both ends of the line,

is in disorder,

and it starts to get more and more disorderly.

At the end of the day, the figure of the old man was becoming more and more thin. He spread out his hands. He was helpless and helpless. It was like "no sorrow is greater than death in the heart":

"I want to die."

This is his last lament,

then, he waved to Zhou Ze,

"goodbye, when I come back next time, please Kill me completely. "

"Hum"

All around,

light and shadow began to tremble,Zhou Ze raises his head silently,

he is still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, with the towel ready to wipe his face in his hand. In front of him, the mirror is still there.

Behind him, there was no shadow, no old man.

Zhou Ze was not dizzy, confused or uncomfortable.

The old man said that this is a simple magic, so simple that Zhou Ze can easily wake up from it.

This simple magic will not bring any physiological influence to Zhou Ze.

Continue to pick up the towel,

wipe the face,

but the water on the face has been dry for a long time,

now, it is sweat,

cold sweat.

Out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down at his favorite window position, where the afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow.

In the busy bookstore, most of the people were on the second floor to heal themselves. Now, boss Zhou is left sitting alone.

I don't know how,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

it was a colder feeling than that night a week ago,

it was even like the feeling when he walked on the huangquan road for the first time,

because it was the first time that Zhou Ze came into contact with this kind of thing.

It's not a dead soul,

it's not a living creature,

it has no form, and even it doesn't know what it is,

but it's like a devil, with eyes wide open,

in this sky,

no matter it's windy and rainy, or it's sunny and dry,

it's watching everything below,

and it's ready to swing itself at any time Devil's wings,

come down.

This kind of fixation has been known to last for a hundred years,

below,

may continue, and

does not know how many hundred years it will last.

Just like the saying in my body that Mingming left after killing him: "he is not dead..."