All living beings in hell

Chapter 143 - Time Detective
A vortex tunnel appeared out of thin air in the center of the office. The tunnel was blue-green in color, and a long-haired man dressed in old medieval European noble costume walked out of the tunnel.

The man walked towards the wooden table, snapped his fingers in the air, and the old noble clothes on his body disappeared instantly.Instead, she wore an all-white leather bodysuit, and her long hair was tied up and tied behind her head.He was originally a white European, but with the snap of his fingers, his blond hair turned into black hair, and his blue eyes turned into black pupils, as if he had completely changed his race.

"Mr. Writer, hello."

The man bowed slightly, stretched out his hand in a fingerless glove, and shook my hand in a friendly manner.

"Nick, just call me Nick."

"Are you a time traveler?"

"Time travel is one of my jobs, and I just came to you after solving a murder case in the Middle Ages."

"What is your job?" I suddenly became interested.

"You can call it a time detective. I travel through time to solve incredible old cases in history."

"Why solve those cases?"

"For the sake of justice, write. There is no case in this world that should be forgotten. I will seek justice for all the injured souls and give them the greatest comfort."

"Who are your guests usually?"

"From all times and places, there are my guests in hell."

"Really interesting work."

Nick was panting as he spoke, and looked like he'd just been through a strenuous physical activity.I made two cups of hot tea and placed them on the wooden table.

"Then why did you come to see me today?" I asked.

"Sir, I would like to ask you to assist me in a case."

"Oh? This is a bit embarrassing..."

Nick looked at me seriously and said, "I know you have always been very principled, and I won't force you to do something you don't want to do. But as far as I know, maybe you can help. You can Listen to me first, after I finish speaking, the choice is yours."

"Okay, tell me."

"This wronged ghost is a female writer who was quite young when she died. The most complicated point of this case is that the writer committed suicide, but there are real perpetrators."

"Go on, I'm writing it down."

"This writer was abused by older men close to her when she was a child, which caused great confusion and shadows in her growing up. It can be said that her whole psychology was destroyed by these hateful perpetrators. Falling into the cold darkness of jealousy, her life was distorted out of shape.

The writer bravely wrote her experience into a novel, which caused a sensation in the society.However, the perpetrators in the book are still at large because of the lack of evidence, and the relevant law enforcement departments are unable to arrest them.

The writer feels that the book he wrote has not made the world a better place, but has caused some more intense contradictions between the sexes in society.

She had taken a lot of sedatives and antidepressants before she died, and finally chose the tragic way of ending her own life. "

"Okay, maybe I understand the situation. What do you want me to do in this?"

"I hope you can rewrite her story in another way and bring it back to the world. This should not conflict with your scope of work."

"Why do this?"

"Although it is the same event, but with different concepts and perspectives, the stories written may be very different. I think similar stories should not be forgotten by the world, on the contrary, they should be mentioned again and again .Only in this way can people avoid the repetition of tragedies in real life from the repeated stimuli of tragedies.”

I hesitated and didn't speak.

"Do you have any scruples?"

"I don't think this story should be written by me. I have never had a similar experience, nor have I lived her life. If I write it from my perspective, it is probably the perspective of a bystander who has nothing to do with it. , there may be an excessive lack of empathy and empathy.

Another point is that this topic is being raised widely in the world. However, not all environments allow such widespread publicity. This is a large part of my concern.

I understand your original intention, but I feel that I don't have the ability to do it for the time being, so I'm really sorry. "

"If you have the ability to do it, why not do it!"

"What do you think I am capable of doing?"

"You can write and record what happened in other dimensions. This is a very effective ability."

"The earth has rules on the earth. Even if I have this ability, I still need to follow the rules of the cultural environment in the process of transporting content."

"This is so ridiculous! What kind of bullshit rules!"

"Thinking about it from another angle, I actually don't suggest that you can expect a novel or a work to change something. It may affect some individuals, but from a macro perspective, things like changing or improving cognition have own rhythm and discipline.

From a macro point of view, the existence of art can bring temporary touch.I hope that this kind of touch can give the seeds of kindness the nutrients to grow and grow as quickly as possible.Not only me, but many people on the planet think so, and are doing these things persistently. "

"Oh, but it's still slow."

"As a whole, there are always things that don't go well. At this time, instead of looking at the whole, let's focus on the individual.

Just like you punish evil and promote good, and solve suspenseful and difficult cases, it is actually for the sake of the individual, isn't it? "

"Having said that, I'm always thinking about the wholeness."

"You are a time traveler, have you ever been to the future? What does the future of mankind look like?"

Nick showed embarrassment, and he thought about it: "Every era has its good and bad. When time is no longer a barrier for me, the hopeful part of the future will be erased.

Now I can only put all my best hopes on human nature itself. Regardless of time and space, I continue to work by continuing to firmly believe in the good that exists in human nature. "

"It's hard work, it's not easy."

Nick sighed heavily: "When I first started working on it, I thought it was fun. In the process of handling the case, I have seen the extreme evil in human nature, the extreme darkness, and some extremely bad things.

Even if it is already so bad, I covet the little bit of goodwill and light in human nature every time I am in a bad mood.It is that little bit of goodness that makes me feel that everything is worth it. "

"What should I do if I'm really tired and don't want to do it anymore?"

"To be honest, if it's for human beings, it's the same as any job, and you have to go through the process of disappointment and regain hope."

"What do you usually do when you are disappointed?"

"Drink the fucking wine!" Nick slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "What else can I do! Get drunk and wake up, keep doing it!"

"do you like your job?"

"That's quite like it."

"That's good!"

"So, sir. Do you agree or not with my proposal?"

"I don't agree, I don't think it's appropriate."

"Well, I understand too. That's fine! Let's do it!" Nick stood up, ready to leave.

"Is this gone?"

"The case is waiting to be handled."

"Okay, then you go."

Nick stretched his hand across the wooden table and patted me on the shoulder: "We are the same kind."

I didn't answer, just looked at him for a few seconds.

Nick turned around and waved his back to me: "See you later."

"Good luck with the case."

The time vortex opened again in the office, and Nick stepped into the vortex and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)