All living beings in hell

Chapter 181 - The Mosquito's Philosophy

There was the buzzing of mosquitoes in my ears, and I instinctively raised my hand to strike down, only to hear a scream: "Ah! Be merciful! Be merciful!"

My hand stopped in mid-air, staring suspiciously at a small black dot that was circling in the air.A mosquito the size of a sesame seed landed on my arm, and there was an itchy sensation on the back of my hand, and I resisted the urge to slap it flat.

"Are you my guest?"

"Ah yes yes, I am a mosquito."

"I know you are a mosquito, do you have your own name?"

"Name? My name is Mosquito."

"Are you sucking my blood?"

"You don't have a body, and you don't have blood for me to suck. I just rest on your arm."

"Then why is it itchy?"

"My mouth is relatively long, and I accidentally stuck it in."

The sound of mosquitoes talking followed by buzzing, I suppressed my annoyance.

"Mosquito, why are you looking for me today?"

"I can't drink enough, I can't eat well in hell."

"There's so much blood in the sea of ​​blood, isn't it enough to drink?"

"What I want is fresh blood! The smelly and rotten blood in the sea of ​​blood is not my favorite food."

"I don't have fresh blood on me either, you've found the wrong person."

"But you smell like a human!"

"I used to be a human, and I'm not anymore."

"Human beings are our food and our natural enemy!"

"Human beings are not considered natural enemies. Your natural enemies should be frogs, spiders and the like."

"They are also counted, but they are different from humans. We can say that we avoid frogs or spiders, for fear of falling into their traps and being swallowed. But for humans, we are greedy for blood, but we are afraid of people. slap."

"Not only slaps, but also mosquito repellent, mosquito repellent water, mosquito coils, insecticides..."

"Even if there are so many weapons to destroy us, we still can't refuse the taste of fresh blood!"

"Haven't you guys considered eating something else? You don't have to take such a big risk."

"We also eat dew and river water, but nothing is as nutritious as fresh blood. The red blood cells that are alive and kicking nourish our limbs, and also feed the eggs in our stomachs. I can even feel those eggs being absorbed by the blood. The excited sucking sound when wrapping is so wonderful!"

"What kind of human blood do you like to drink?"

"Each mosquito has a different taste, just like you humans eat in restaurants, some like to eat barbecue, and some like to eat lettuce leaves.

Some mosquitoes like those with high body temperature and thick blood.Usually, this kind of people smoke and drink, their blood is full of oil, and it is very lubricated when it is swallowed.

But this kind of blood can't be drunk often, it will make you tired if you drink too much.

I still prefer children's blood, it is sweet and clean, has no peculiar smell, and is easy to digest.There is a tender taste in the blood, very delicious. "

"I thought you mosquitos had no soul."

The bug on the back of the hand buzzed loudly in protest: "We mosquitos have souls too! All insects have souls! We even have our own philosophy!"

"Philosophy? Mosquito philosophy?"

The mosquito flew to my ear and buzzed: "Yes, all souls have their own philosophy of survival, and so do we mosquitoes."

"What is your philosophy of life?"

"Fulfill your mission as much as possible in your limited life."

"What is your mission?"

"It's very simple, reproduce."

"I can understand that your philosophy of life is to win by quantity. The more you give birth, the more you will survive. Then go to suck blood, so that even if some are wiped out, there will always be some who will survive and continue to reproduce your race. Is it right?"

"During this process, if you can drink blood that satisfies you, that would be even better."

I suddenly raised my hand: "Please allow me to shoot you to death."

"Ah? Ah! Why?"

"If you win by quantity, you probably don't care about the quality of individual lives."

After I finished speaking, I slapped down, and the mosquito screamed, and then a small black plum blossom bloomed in my palm.

"Don't play dead, there is no death in hell." I said to the mosquitoes I slapped into thin slices.

The mosquito struggled to move its legs and squirmed its body to reassemble itself: "The joy of life can only be experienced when you are alive."

"What is the joy of life?"

The mosquito has put its legs back together, and is straightening its sideways needle mouth.

"Avoiding the risk of death is part of the fun of life."

"So now you can't feel the fun?" I raised my hand again.

"No, no! Don't fight anymore!"

"If there was an afterlife, what would you like to do? Do you want to continue being a mosquito?"

The mosquito's needle mouth finally returned to its original position, and it began to follow its transparent wings again: "Is there an afterlife? Is there an afterlife? We mosquitoes don't know if there is an afterlife."

"All souls don't stay in one place forever, everything is in circulation. If you have a soul, then you should also have an afterlife."

"Afterlife, I don't know. I like the blood-sucking thing."

"Are you going to continue being a mosquito?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Well, so be it."

"I really want to go back to the human world to suck blood."

"When will you be able to return to the human world?"

"Before and after the Obon Festival, the gates of hell are wide open to the human world. At that time, many scattered souls will enter the eggs and be hatched. I will also take advantage of the end of summer to go to the human world to plunder another wave."

"What if you are shot to death again?"

"Then come back here and wait for the next opportunity to go to the world to suck blood."

When the mosquito said this, his tone was calm, as if it had experienced such reincarnation many times.

"Is this the first time you've been a mosquito?"

"I don't remember. I come here when I die, and I return to the world when I have a chance. It doesn't matter how many times I go around like this. The most important thing is to be able to drink fresh blood."

"Well, then you can go."

"Maybe we will meet in the world later."

"Then I will definitely slap it down with a merciless slap."

"Maybe we've met in this way many times already."

"Yeah, a mosquito playing with life and blood."

The mosquito circled several times in the air, flying left and right, and the flight path drew an infinite symbol.

"As long as there is life, blood will keep recreating. Endless food, endless opportunities, endless life."

"Is this also the philosophy of mosquitoes?"

"No, no, this is the reality of mosquitoes."

I didn't reply again, watching the mosquito draw infinity over and over again in the air.

"We're all here, you and I," said the mosquito as it flew by.

"Goodbye." I said.

The mosquito did not say goodbye to me, it disappeared suddenly, as if it had become a part of the air.I only heard the last buzz, after that there was no sound in the office, and there was no trace of any mosquitoes.

(End of this chapter)