All living beings in hell

Chapter 10 - Thousand Eyes
Every day after sunset, I work in hell, and when I wake up, my body is always cold.

Before, I was not particularly keen on the activity of basking in the sun, but recently I have become more and more dependent on the warmth brought by the sun.If it is a cloudy day without the sun like this, the bathhouse becomes a good choice.The whole person soaked in the hot water, all the monsters and ghosts, the air-conditioning and the cold, all melted into the water along with the tired thoughts.

It would be great if there was hot rice wine to drink when taking a bath, and if I was slightly drunk, my body would be warm inside, and the outside of my body would also be warm.With my consciousness scattered, I am just a mortal who is addicted to alcohol, soaking in this hot bathhouse, enjoying the rare purity.After soaking in hot water, I squinted again in the afternoon, and felt even more lazy all over. I really couldn't lift my spirits up.

The sunset is approaching, time always rushes everything forward, I stretched a long waist.

What should be done should be done well.

Thinking so, he opened his arms and jumped into hell.

The sound of the sea of ​​blood washing over the bone beach came from my ears, and the familiar smell penetrated into my nostrils.Opening my eyes, I have changed into the purple official uniform and sat behind the wooden table.

The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the firm welcomed its seventh guest.

The door was slightly opened, but no ghosts entered.I waited for a while, but no sound came out.Just when I felt strange and wanted to get up to check, an eyeball suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Master Writer, I'm so glad to see you." The voice sounded like a mixture of men, women, old and young, with mixed voices.

I call it "an eyeball" because the creature standing tall in front of me is really made up of eyeballs one by one, red eyeballs, blue eyeballs, green eyeballs, black eyeballs, etc. Eyeballs... Different eyeballs are close together, forming a long and thin snake.This eyeball moved like a snake, swimming on the ground, no wonder I didn't see it coming in from the door before.

"Hello, what should I call you?" I spread my pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Wang Xiaobing, Tianchang, Big Yu, Uncle Saning..." For a moment, various voices came from the body of the eyeball, mixed together, unable to distinguish the front and back, let alone the name.

"Stop," I interrupted the names that were jumping out one by one, "all of you, do you have a unified address?"

The eyeballs thought for a while and said in unison: "Thousand Eyes."

I wrote down the word "Qianyan" on the paper: "Qianyan, why are you looking for me today?"

"Wang Xiaobing is so annoying! Always arguing with me!", "I'm really fed up with this body, I want to be quiet! Everyone is so noisy! So noisy!", "Who says I'm annoying? Who Dare I say I'm annoying?", "Have you heard about that pretty girl next door..."

"Stop," I was already a little tired, and when I was disturbed by these voices, my whole brain began to ache, "You guys talk together, I can't understand. Can you send a representative to answer the questions together?"

Thousand Eyes froze in front of me for a few seconds, and a mature man's voice slowly came out from its middle: "My lord, as you can see, each eyeball is an independent soul, but we are bound Together, no matter what you do, you have to be together. It's really inconvenient."

"How did you get tied together?"

"Yan Wangye did this!" A woman's voice answered quickly.

"Why did Lord Yan do this?"

"Then how do I know?", "Yes, who knows!", "Is the writer confused? How dare we ask about the King of Hades..." The voices rang out one after another, and my head hurt. No, I might as well put down my pen and let them have a good time.

I lighted the incense, closed my eyes, and Qianyan was still arguing endlessly before my eyes.By the time I opened my eyes again, a whole incense stick had passed, but the quarrel was not over yet.The headache didn't show any signs of abating, so I took a deep breath and settled down.

"The business hours of the firm are limited, and it's not the way for you to keep arguing like this forever."

"Then what do you say?", "Yes! Then what do you say!"

"I'm just a civil servant, I can only write and write. If you really want to separate, you'd better go to Hades. If he put you together, there should be a way to separate you."

When Qianyan heard the word "Yan Wang", he shrank into a ball, and every eyeball was trembling.

"No, I can't go to find...", "I don't want to see Hades! I don't want to!", "It's terrible, it's terrible..."

The headache has reached an unbearable level, and the noise in my ears is still constant.I poured myself a cup of bitter tea, hoping to distract myself from the headache through the bitterness.

"How many souls are you together?"

"181."

"Well, although you are 181 souls merged together, you only got one number, so I can only write one story."

"It's not fair!", "We have so many people, you should write more!", "I thought I could help us separate, but it's nothing!" The louder the voice, the more dizzy I felt. The more it got worse, it even dazed for a moment, feeling that the roof and the ground were spinning.

I lit another stick of incense: "You have a stick of incense time to tell a story, and I will record this story. When the incense burns out, I will see off the guests."

"Other ghosts have a long time!", "That's right! Why is our time so short!", "So eccentric, so eccentric!", "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

I squeezed the space between my brows, trying not to pay attention to the headache: "The incense has already started to burn, please go ahead."

"I'll say it! I'll say it first!", "I want to say it! Let me do it!", "Your story is not exciting enough, the world will not like it!", "Your story is good enough! Isn't it just a matter of stealing chickens and dogs? Well!", "In my opinion, someone should tell it, his story is exciting enough.", "Whoever said it, there are too many stories about wars and murders, readers are already tired of it.", "Talk about love Let’s tell a story!”, “Disgusting, disgusting.”…

Half of the stick of incense was burned out, and Qianyan in front of him was still arguing.All the words turned into the wind and whistled in my ears, and I could barely hear the words.Thousand Eyes is like a giant eye of the storm, and I am just outside the eye of the storm, being ruthlessly washed away.

It was so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, my heartbeat started to speed up, and even my breathing became tired.

Just when I was close to the breaking point of my headache, the storm stopped, I took a deep breath, and glanced at the incense stick, there was still a third left.All eyeballs looked at me in unison, and I stood up, not wanting to be seen in the current embarrassment.

"My lord, we have discussed it."

"Please tell me, there is not much time left."

"This is a story about a little boy who lives alone. The boy lives in the attic of a red brick house in North London. The boy has no father and no mother. He sells newspapers and shines shoes for a living. There are many boys. Longing to have a home, longing to have friends, but he is like a stray dog ​​in this city. But stray dogs have friends, but he doesn’t.”

"And then?" The sapphire pen in my hand was trembling because of my headache, and the words I wrote were all crooked.

"When the boy was 15 years old, he was run over by a train and went to hell."

"Why did you come to hell?"

"Because he wants to come to hell, he doesn't want to go to heaven. While he was alive, the kids in the church bullied him, ripped his pants. In the deep winter of December in London, poured cold water on him. He thinks everything in heaven is False. If God really exists, why do these bad boys have a warm home and parents who love them. But he can only shiver on the pile of waste newspapers in the attic after being soaked all over his body? "

"What happened after he came to hell?"

"He came to hell on his own initiative, and Hades wondered why such a young soul would be willing to come down to this kind of place. The boy said that he didn't want to be alone anymore, whether it was in heaven or hell Whether in the world or in the world, he doesn't want to be alone anymore."

"Is the boy part of Thousand Eyes?"

"Yes, the boy is here, and I am telling my story." A young boy's voice replied.

"Then are you satisfied now? You have many companions now."

"I don't know, won't you be lonely if you are tied together?"

"Loneliness is a very personal feeling, how do you feel about it?"

"I...I..." The boy's voice became smaller and smaller, "I still feel very lonely, empty in my heart."

"It seems that loneliness can't be alleviated by having many companions." My hand trembling was slightly better.

"Then how can I not be alone?"

"I don't know either. I think everyone in the world is lonely, and people in the world are also using various methods to alleviate or avoid their loneliness."

"I'm...so scared...I don't want to be alone..."

"Actually, you are not alone. I think the reason why your companions are tightly bound together is because you don't want to be alone. Because you are also afraid of being alone, you are attracted together, which is also a kind of fate. "

Qianyan was stunned for a moment, but this time there was no sound, and my headache was slightly relieved.

"I think when you, maybe you, are ready to face the world and yourself alone, you will naturally separate. Before that, let's experience the feeling of having a companion."

The last smear of incense ash fell, and I gently placed the sapphire pen on the table.

"Is this the end? My lord?" Qianyan's voice was somewhat reluctant.

"Well, as agreed before, the time for a stick of incense."

Qianyan got up and slowly crawled to the door, his eyeballs rolling regularly on the ground.I got up and walked him to the door of the office.Before Qianyan stepped out of the office, he hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke: "My lord, you are also very lonely."

I smiled: "I am."

The door slowly closed, and Qianyan's voice disappeared at the door.I turned around, looked at the empty office, and slowly moved back to the chair behind the wooden table.A certain place in my heart seemed to be picked up, it was sour, and some emotion was gushing out.

I closed my eyes and let my whole body soak in this emotion for a while.

When I opened my eyes again, the rippling calmed down a bit.I opened the black curtains, looked at the churning sea of ​​blood outside the window, and looked at the dark sky.

After this sky, is the world.

That is, the world.

(End of this chapter)