All living beings in hell

Chapter 185 - Ballerina Yang Zhihuai
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed the 140th customer No. [-].

A ballet dancer, wearing a swan skirt from a performance, walked in lightly on tiptoe.She has a slender figure, muscular legs, a purple bruise on her neck, and stage makeup on her face.

"Excuse me, may I ask where this is, this is..." The ballet dancer picked up a small note in her hand and squinted her eyes to read, "Is this the office where the pen is written?"

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Yes, Granny Meng asked me to come."

"That's it, please sit down."

The ballerina adjusted her skirt with her hands and sat back in the wooden chair, looking prim.

"What should I call you?"

"Yang Zhihuai, you can just call me Xiao Yang."

I wrote down her name on a piece of paper: "What is your business looking for me today?"

"I just came here, and I'm not very familiar with it. Po Meng said that I can find you, and you will help me."

"What can I help you with?"

"Am I dead, my lord?"

"Yes, your physical body has died, and your soul is now in hell."

"In hell, in hell... I'm going to hell!"

"To be precise, your soul came to the dimension of hell after death."

"I haven't done anything bad in my life, why, how could I go to hell!"

"Anyway, you're already in hell now, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm dead... nothing makes sense anymore... nothing makes sense anymore..."

Yang Zhihuai burst into tears suddenly, covering her face tightly with her hands, her shoulders twitched up and down.Soon it turned from sobbing to crying loudly, crying out of breath, and the makeup for the performance was also worn out, and the black eyeliner was all over the face.I poured her a cup of tea, put it on the wooden table, and put another square handkerchief.

"What doesn't make sense anymore?" I asked.

"The show...everything I love...the part I managed to get...nothing makes sense anymore..."

"Why would it make no sense?"

"Are you stupid! How can there be a ballet performance in hell!"

"Why did you choose to dance before?"

"Why did you choose to dance?" Yang Zhihuai wiped his tears with a square handkerchief, and the square handkerchief immediately turned black. "I was selected by the art academy when I was a child. I have a good figure and talent, so I have been dancing. I have been dancing for more than ten years. It's not easy." To get this role, really... you don't even know what I paid for this role!"

"If you want to talk about it in detail, I'm willing to listen."

"Why are you listening!"

"It's my job to listen to the past events of the souls and write them down. Didn't Po Meng tell you before?"

"I thought you were a guide."

"Well, I'm actually a civil servant, not a hell guide. I don't like to go out, and I'm blind. I've been in hell for a long time, and I don't know where to go. I'm really sorry. I can't help you with directions. busy."

"Why the hell would you need a job like this?"

"What do you think?"

"It may be that there are many idlers in hell, so there are also many idle officials." Yang Zhihuai stopped crying, and her tone became harsh.

"What kind of official position is a miscellaneous official position?"

"It's of no practical use. I don't know what the use of your official position is. What's the use of writing stories? It can't be turned into money, and no one reads ghost stories. Isn't the existence of stories just for people to see?" huh? What you're doing now doesn't make sense at all."

"You also had many such moments during your lifetime."

"what?"

"The growth experience of a ballet dancer must be quite painful, with hip-opening, one-word horse, cruel basic skills training and elimination mechanism. After becoming a professional actor, you have to endure the injustice of industry rules and some disgusting interpersonal games. How do you feel? Have you ever come to a time when there was no point in suffering, and there was no reward for enduring it for so long.

Looking around, there are many dancers who are similar to me, and the replaceability is too great. What should I do?

To play those interpersonal games?Or continue to suffer, hoping to survive one day? "

"You have no right to judge me!"

"I'm guessing like you're guessing about the nature of my job."

"I know that non-human things like you can read minds, it's scary."

"I was once human, and you were once human. If I can, you should be too."

"You can't be human. How could a good person come to be an official in hell? Your head is caught by the door! There is nothing you can't think about!"

"Tell me about you, how did you die?"

"Strangled to death, do you still need to ask?" Yang Zhihuai raised his chin and touched the bruise on his neck.

"How could you be strangled to death?"

"Like you said, I went to play a disgusting game."

"Would you like to be more specific?"

"It's all men and women's shit, what's there to say."

"If you don't want to say it, it's okay, I respect you."

"If I don't say it, won't your work be impossible to complete?"

“A big part of the job is accepting rejection from guests and incomplete stories. I can’t have everything I want, can I?”

"Aren't you going to fight for it?"

"Then I'll give you another chance. You can say what you want to say. If you don't want to say it, then today's meeting is over. I wish you a happy everything after that."

Yang Zhihuai looked at me, most of the makeup on her face had been wiped off by tears and a handkerchief, and there were still some black marks left on her face.She frowned and bit her lower lip.

"I was strangled, but most likely it would have been disguised as suicide."

"what happened?"

"I...I had a relationship with the choreographer in order to get a role...the choreographer gave me the role, but I felt uncomfortable. I was drunk at the time, and I felt sick no matter how I thought about it. I think it is When the choreographer did this to me while I was drunk, he threatened him that in the future all the heroines in the dramas he choreographed would have a place for me.”

"and then?"

"The choreographer agreed, but I want more... The choreographer has a wife and a daughter, so I just want to tell his wife about it..."

"and then?"

"I think the choreographer must be looking for someone. I was strangled to death on the way home after rehearsing in the theater..."

"Then you're in hell?"

"Yes... I came to a place full of red flowers. A beautiful woman said she was Meng Po. She handed me a bouquet of flowers and told me that all my treasures were hidden in this bouquet. Sin, ask me if you want to take it.

I didn't dare...not even touch the flower...just left it there.

Granny Meng will let me come to you next. "

"After leaving here, you still need to get that flower back."

"why!"

"That is the last thing that belongs to you during your lifetime. If you don't accept that flower and let go of some things in that flower, it will be difficult for you to reincarnate again."

"But I don't want to! I don't want to let go! I don't even want to die! I was murdered, am I not innocent!"

"It's not something I can judge, I just want to tell you how important that flower is to you."

"Why! Why am I so unlucky!"

Yang Zhihuai started to cry again, and the handkerchief that had been dyed gray-black was held in her hand, almost wringing out water.

"Indeed, unfortunately." I wanted to sound softer, but in reality, it sounded rather perfunctory.

"How long am I going to stay in hell?"

"When you go to get flowers, you can ask Po Meng."

"Then we must go get the flowers."

"Ah."

"Do you find me annoying?"

"It's kind of annoying, especially when I'm being questioned about my job."

"Sorry, I should go."

"Other times I'm not upset, it's better to talk than to question, which is too aggressive."

"Is that so?"

"Go, welcome to this new world."

Yang Zhihuai got up, still holding the handkerchief in his hand: "Goodbye, me, I'll go get the flowers."

I nodded and didn't respond.The ballet dancer sniffed unwillingly, like a white jasmine whose petals had been burnt yellow, exuding a sense of malaise and regret, and left the office.

(End of this chapter)