All living beings in hell

Chapter 165 - Agent Munger
The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the office welcomed the 110th ninth guest.

An old man wearing a gray beret and an army green woolen coat walked in.The woolen coat is lined with a blue-green plaid shirt, and a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses are pinned to the chest. The matching is very particular.

The old man has a white beard, curly beard, and some messy sideburns.He can't walk like a limp, but he's not senile either.There is an air of disobedience to the old all over the body, and the chest is very high.

"Young sir, I envy your vitality."

"Sir, we are all in hell, where is the vitality?"

The old man smiled and sat down: "The matter of vitality has nothing to do with life and death."

"What does that have to do with it?"

The old man stretched out his hand to me, and I took his hand back.These hands are old and cold, and I can't help feeling sorry for them.

"Munger, nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, just ask me to write."

I spread my pen and ink and wrote his name.

"The matter of vitality, it sounds like it is exclusive to living people, but it is not."

"how do I say this?"

"Vitality is a kind of consumable, which is consumed by the sharpening of the soul by events. This kind of wear and tear is subtle and long-term, and it is often carried out unconsciously. Wait until a person suddenly realizes at a certain stage of life. Only when you are numb and exhausted do you realize the loss of vitality."

"Since it is a consumable, does that mean that vitality cannot be replenished?"

"It can be supplemented, of course it can be supplemented, but it is difficult."

"Why is it so difficult?"

"Because everyone is too busy, there are too many things that need to be consumed in exchange for life force. Money, reputation, ideals... These will all need to be paid, and what is paid is the time of the living and the energy of the soul."

"About living in the human world, it's probably like this? By consuming life force to replace some substances that can help life continue to prolong, is it also a kind of replacement of energy conservation?"

"But most people are only aware of the material part, and don't realize the preciousness of life force. They consume life force, in order to prolong life force, isn't this an extremely stupid thing?"

"Sir, why did you have these feelings? Did you have any regrets when you passed away?"

"You are so direct and merciless."

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

"Young people have strong vitality, so they are willing to use their vitality to replace something they don't have. But when people reach their twilight years, they have to deal with material, money and reputation all their lives. They have experienced everything they should have experienced. No longer desire Those, also hope to preserve some of their own vitality.

This vitality, you can understand it as a healthy body and mental state.It can also be understood as the love and pursuit of something. "

"What did you do when you were young?"

Mr. Munger smiled, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes: "Lumberjack, newspaper editor, actor, shrimper, tailor, teacher... The jobs I have done are miscellaneous and span a wide range. These jobs are all Serving my Master's work."

"What is your main job...?"

Mr. Munger pressed the brim of his hat and lowered his voice: "Agent."

"Then your life must be thrilling and exciting!"

"Thrilling? There are also some. Most of the time, I play different roles for a long time to complete the task. Then I leave the role and completely change the identity and environment to continue the next task."

"Sounds lonely."

"Loneliness comes from the quiet afternoon and the night when I can sleep comfortably. Most of the time, I don't have time to be alone. Just being on guard against the enemy has made my nerves immune to loneliness, anxiety, all .”

"Why did you choose such a special job as an agent?"

"I have received this kind of training since I was a child, and when I grow up, I will naturally join the secret service organization to work for it. This is the background of most secret agents, orphans, and abandoned childhood. It is a pity that I am also part of it."

"What was your greatest regret when you passed away?"

Mr. Munger paused for a moment, and his tone remained the same: "I don't have any regrets."

"How did you leave that world?"

"Retire in seclusion, die a natural death."

"I was an agent during my lifetime, so that I may not be able to tell the truth to my loved one for the rest of my life. It is a very painful thing."

"what are you saying?"

"You are no longer an agent. If you are willing to talk, I am willing to listen and will record it truthfully."

Mr. Munger stared at my manuscript paper: "Recording is a terrible thing. Leaving incriminating evidence will hold someone in a court or a rural verdict in the future to be declared for those inexplicable crimes."

"No one will pronounce you guilty now, I will just neutrally record your oral story, if you will."

Mr. Munger hesitated: "As long as a story becomes written and recorded on white paper, it will remain as evidence. Evidence is not good for survival, not good for action."

"Okay, then I won't force you either."

"Is there really someone who is willing to tell you the story of their life and ask you to record it?"

"Yes, and quite a lot. It's my job."

"Well... I can't understand this kind of psychology, this is a very dangerous behavior."

"No matter what other people do, you still have to live with your comfort level. If it doesn't feel safe, it's important not to do it."

"Maybe I should learn how to trust others."

"It's difficult for an agent, I understand."

"Perhaps you are right. As a dead agent, you should correct your problems and relax a little."

I made tea for Mr. Munger. Mr. Munger put his hands on the teacup, didn't drink it, but just warmed his hands.

"I did fall in love with a woman deeply during a mission, and she was the only woman I fell in love with during my lifetime. She was also a secret agent. We pretended to be husband and wife for a total of 560 days for the mission. In less than two years , If only I were an ordinary husband and she was an ordinary wife, I've watched her prepare breakfast countless mornings.

Buttered toast, orange juice, black coffee, cereal with milk.We eat the breakfast that ordinary people eat, but we live our lives with our own tricks.I said I loved her, but I couldn't love her with all my heart.She said she loved me, but she was worried that she couldn't pull the trigger and shoot me at the critical moment.

We all love each other and feel each other's pain and loneliness.Love is close, yet far away.

During that time, I felt warm companionship for the first time in my life, and also felt unprecedented loneliness for the first time.

Now that I think about it, people are actually quite strange.Once I get the sweetness of love, I want more, more, more... and in wanting more, I feel... alive.

I'm no longer a tool of the CIA or an agent of various identities, I'm a lover.The role of lover makes me feel the meaning of life. "

"what is the meaning of life?"

"Maybe it's to be ready for everything that the person you love will bring you, whether it's sweetness or separation. Many times I look at her and think that after the mission is over, I will never be able to see her again. If the mission requires, maybe One day he would have to kill her himself.

Every time I think of this, my heart hurts.

But the pain in my heart from years of training passed quickly, and I immediately remembered about the mission and forced my attention back. "

"Sounds painful."

"I calculated carefully in order to cause the least pain, and this process also wasted a lot of my vitality. Looking back now, in fact, dying under her gun is not a good ending.

To be honest, when I look back at my life now, no matter where I die, it seems to be the same.

I've lived a long life as an agent, but that doesn't make me feel great or proud.

Really, maybe I'd be happier dying by her gun. "

"Is this your regret?"

"It's not a pity, it's just a vision in retrospect."

"What are you going to do next life?"

"Be an ordinary person, love an ordinary person, love an ordinary person well. I don't want role-playing, and I don't want bullets flying everywhere. Maybe I will still long for an exciting life, but I hope that I can remember my love for you in my next life." eager.

This desire is stronger than anything else.

I wish I could remember. "

"Hope you can get your wish."

Mr. Munger stood up: "You already know a lot of my secrets, enough, enough."

"Then come here today?"

"Have you recorded it properly?"

I handed the manuscript to Mr. Munger, and Munger shook his head and smiled, then pushed the manuscript back to me: "I'm just joking, don't show it to me."

"Don't you want to read the story you dictated?"

"It's too fast, read as soon as I finish speaking, my old heart is different from your young people, I can't afford it."

I took back the manuscript paper: "No matter what you choose to do in the next life, I hope you will be happy and satisfied."

"Thank you for your blessing, and you too."

Mr. Munger lifted the brim of his beret and took one last look at me.Although it was a quick glance, I felt that at that moment, he firmly recorded my appearance in his mind.Like copy and paste, it's hard to forget.

"Goodbye, writing."

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)