All living beings in hell

Chapter 122 - Old Guo
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed five No.70 guests.

The door was pushed open, and a man with a dusty face walked into the office with heavy steps.The man wears a yellow hard hat and navy overalls.On the face, on the clothes, every inch of the folds are outlined with black outlines.When the guests approached and sat on the wooden chair, I realized that the black outline was thick soot.

"Hello, what should I call you?"

The man seemed a bit restrained. He took off his helmet and held it in his hand, and asked me cautiously, "Is smoking allowed here?"

"Sorry, no smoking here."

There was no disappointment in the man's expression, he pursed his dry lips, and some soot was eaten into his mouth: "My name is Guo Jiacheng, call me Lao Guo, everyone else calls me that."

I wrote down his name on a piece of paper: "Okay, old Guo, what is the reason you are looking for me today?"

"Well, it's really nothing wrong," Lao Guo scratched his short short hair, then rubbed his fingertips on his pants, "Come and chatter, there are not many ghosts in hell who can chatter, Everyone looks like a ghost or a ghost, so I dare not go up and talk. Even if you have a human face, I dare to say a few words to you."

"Okay, let's chat. How did you end up in hell?"

"I, I was killed by explosives. At that time, ten or so workers and I were clearing the detonators. I don't know which grandson didn't do it well. It detonated in advance, and the whole mine was shaken all at once. There was no reaction at all. I was buried in it all at once. I suffered a lot, but I didn’t die completely, damn it, it took me three whole days to die.”

"It's hard."

"It's really not easy. I don't feel the whole left leg, but the right leg hurts like being cut by a knife. I can't move below the waist, and my left hand is useless. I know that even if someone comes to rescue me, come out. I probably have to have my legs amputated, and I will be a useless person for the rest of my life. Even so, I still want to live.

You said, is it strange that people are such a thing, knowing that even if you are rescued, you will be a useless person, and you still want to live.I just waited, waited, waited for God to open his eyes and send someone to rescue me.I just thought, there are so few accidents in mines these days, and I just happened to be hit by it. It really is bad luck for eight lifetimes.I thought again, I have only been working in this mine for three months, and this happened to me.I have workers who have worked in the mine for eight or ten years, and they can retire after two years of work, and they will live in peace and nothing will happen for the rest of their lives.As soon as I came, the mine collapsed. Am I some kind of disaster star? "

"You are not a disaster star, it has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, but people are pressed in the hole, they just think about everything. They can't control their thoughts, and they come out one after another. I don't know whether it is day or night outside, and sometimes I don't even know whether I am Asleep or awake. Close your eyes, have a dream, and think that your soul has passed out of your body.

I dreamed that my lover and child said that the child would go to study in a big city in the future, and he could not suffer from being uneducated like me.I dreamed that I was talking to my parents about repaying the mortgage, and the talk was quite intense, and then they quarreled.But my parents and I talk like that, if we don't speak more than three times, we will quarrel, so we can't talk properly.

It was as if I was confessing the funeral to them in a dream, one by one the insignificant life trivia came out in the dream, and I smoothed it out with them one by one.After working for a long time, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the mine.Not a single thing that needs to be explained has been left behind, and death has not been completely dead, which is really annoying. "

"And then? What did you do?"

"I still want to live. There was water dripping from the top of the mine, and I caught it with my mouth. The water smelled like sulfur, but I couldn't care so much at that time. I moistened my mouth with the sulfur water, and Thinking, if I can get out alive, I will definitely not do any bad things, work hard, and be a good person. I also want to go to many places to have fun, but I have never gone. I have wanted to go to the beach since I was a child, but I have never Go into..."

When Lao Guo said this, he became emotional.He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the rough back of his hand, and rubbed his nose again.

"When I was young, I was ignorant. I followed the people on the road and did a lot of outrageous things. Later, I married a wife and had children, so I wanted to find a job. I also worked as a cleaner and a salesperson. However, I still shave someone else’s head in a hair salon. The detonator gets a lot of money to do it. I know it’s illegal, but if it’s not illegal, it doesn’t make money.”

"What does your wife think of you going to clear the detonators?"

"My daughter-in-law is a good person. I did it behind her back. If she knew that I was going to do such a dangerous thing, she would never let me go. But there is no way. It takes money to support a family, money to study for children, and everything in this world. money!"

"Does your wife go out to make money?"

"My wife opened a small restaurant before she met me, and it is very famous in our area. She is a good-hearted person, good at craftsmanship, and she is a regular customer. After we got married, I asked her to open the restaurant. Closed. I don't like those old men who call my women here and there every day, and even touch their hands when they are drunk. I have fought several times for this matter."

"So then your wife closed the restaurant and stayed at home full-time?"

"That's right, women, it's fine to take care of the children at home, and we old men still have to do the money-making. Otherwise, after getting married, we will let our daughter-in-law run around outside every day, and I will lose my face."

"May I ask, Lao Guo. When did you die?"

"Not long after he died, 13 years. What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just curious."

"My lord, did you have a high degree of education during your lifetime?"

"Why do you ask?"

"People with a high degree of education like you can find a clerical job in the underworld after death, such as writing and writing. It's not like a big bastard like me who doesn't know what to do after death."

"You can read more books. Cultural heritage is often not directly related to education. Some writers have not gone to high school, but they still become writers by self-study."

"Where is there any book to read! In this hell, there is everything you want. But it's good if you don't have anything, you don't even have to pay back the mortgage."

I pointed to the bookshelf by the wall.

"That side is full of historical books. If you want, you can take a book and read it."

"What's the use of studying in this underworld now! It's too late, it's too late."

Although Lao Guo said so, he still stood up and walked to the bookshelf to scan.

"Reading is useful at all times, and learning can occur in every moment of life if it is so desired."

Due to previous changes and damages in my book collection, the annals of the past dynasties are almost left with loose pages, and the ancient myths are barely preserved, and there are some letters and handwritings of literati and inkmen among them.

Lao Guo walked back and forth a few times and took out a biography of "Julius Caesar".

"I know this one. It's about Julius Caesar in the Roman Empire, isn't it?"

"Well, are you interested in this book?"

He put the book back on the shelf: "It's okay, I've read it."

Lao Guo took out another Nordic mythology and said to me braggingly: "I can name all the Norse gods!"

"Well, that's great."

After Lao Guo reported the names of the Nordic gods, he took down several books one after another, told me that he had read them all, and put them back on the shelf one by one.The books on my bookshelf seemed to be naked new soldiers waiting for a medical examination, being harshly reviewed without any fight back.I watched Lao Guo in front of my bookshelf to pass the time that didn’t exist in hell, maybe this is a rare and interesting time after he came to hell, at least he won’t be frightened by other ghosts, and he can show off Find some sense of self-fulfillment in it.

"You've actually read a lot of books," I said.

"Cut," Lao Guo let out a disdainful voice, "It's useless to read these books, and you won't make any money if you read them."

"The good thing is you don't need money now, so you can read as much as you want."

Lao Guo laughed after hearing this, and his teeth were also stained with soot: "It's a bit like when I was a child, I didn't care about anything and just read idle books."

"Well, you can do the same now. Don't worry about anything else, just read whatever book you want."

Lao Guo suddenly stuck back to the bookshelf like a child.This time, I looked at it carefully, as if it was the first time I saw something like a book.His fingers touched the spine of the book one by one, and his eyes looked like an extremely picky luxury connoisseur.Finally, his eyes settled on the spine of one of the books, and he carefully pulled the heavy volume out of the shelf.The book is large and heavy, with a dark blue cover, decorated with the texture of python skin, and painted with flowing clouds, the thunder and lightning of Zeus, the huge waves of Poseidon and the flames of Hades.Lao Guo is holding this huge book, as if he is holding some kind of magic weapon.

"This book, is it okay?" Lao Guo asked very carefully.

"Well, yes, Greek mythology is very interesting."

"I've read it, but it's such a beautiful book that I want to read it again."

"Okay, you take it."

Lao Guo happily hugged the book to his chest, walked back to the wooden chair, picked up his hard hat and put it on his head.

"You see, I have nothing for you either."

"No, it's for you. I hope you can re-enjoy the joy of reading, just like when you were a child reading idle books."

Lao Guo didn't answer, he nodded, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Okay, it's almost time today."

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, enjoy reading."

Lao Guo hugged the heavy Greek mythology book like a child, bowed constantly, and walked backwards out of the office.

(End of this chapter)