All living beings in hell

Chapter 19 - Narcolepsy and the Devil
Just after the big cold, the weather is getting colder again.

The cold is not friendly to me, sleepiness spreads from the inside out, the whole person just wants to wrap up in the quilt and sleep until the winter is over and spring comes, and everything in between will be completely blank.It is really strange to say that, I have always been a person who cherishes time, and often the planned plans and time will be completed step by step.But only in terms of weather, time seems to be thinner compared to the cold air.

At this time, it is a negotiation between myself and myself. I originally wanted to ask for a day off from today's office to take a good rest.But there is a premonition that I have to go down, there is something that needs to be resolved today.

This feeling eventually overcame the sleepiness.The daylight is fading, and the time has come.

I spread my arms and leap into hell.

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed No.15 guests.

As soon as the guest arrived at the door, before knocking on the door, another wave of sleepiness slowly expanded from the depths of my body. My brain seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and my blinking speed slowed down.

"Holding-pen-big-man-" The slow voice slowly came in from the door. This sound seemed to have a sleep-inducing effect, and my eyelids became heavier.

"Please come in." I sat up straight, took a deep breath and shook my head, the cotton wool in my brain slowed down its expansion.

"Hand-pen-big-man-" The guest's footsteps were very soft, as if he was carefully testing the hardness of the floor, "I-here-"

I couldn't control it, I yawned again, spread my pen and ink, and rubbed my eyes.

As the guests approached, I slowly saw its appearance
——To be precise, I only saw its appearance clearly, but I still don’t know anything about its appearance

——This is a cloud of light gray mist, with cinder-like suspended matter floating in the mist, slowly rotating around the outermost layer of the mist.The guest should be in this cloud of gray mist, but the shadow in this mist is wrapped too perfectly, only the sound can be heard, but the shape cannot be seen.

Gray mist sat down on the wooden chair in front of my desk, and a long panting sound came out of the mist, and the breath passed through the mist and cinders to my face behind the wooden desk.At this moment, I can be sure that the tiredness comes from this guest.

My head is dizzy, if I put down the sapphire pen at this time, I can almost fall down and fall asleep on the desk like this.

"Hello, how should I address you?" I tried my best.

"Mr. Yuanmu." Huiwu replied.

I wrote down the words "Yuanmu-jun" on the rice paper, and then continued to ask: "Yuanmu-jun, may I ask why you came here to find me?"

"My lord—I—" The guest in front of me suddenly stopped talking, and through the gray fog, I didn't know what happened.

"Mr. Yuanmu?"

Mr. Yuan Mu didn't answer, I waited for a while, and there was a snoring sound in the gray fog.This guy actually fell asleep!The air pressure in the entire office has become lower, and the cotton wool in my head is filling every gap in the brain uncontrollably, so heavy, so heavy, my writing speed seems to have slowed down.

Write, don't sleep, don't fall asleep.I slapped myself on the head twice, took another deep breath, and pulled myself back from the doorway into the abyss of sleep.

Mr. Yuan Mu seemed to be still asleep, so I poured myself a big cup of bitter tea and took a sip.A burst of bitterness traveled down the esophagus from the base of my tongue, numb to my stomach, I shivered all over, I could be regarded as awake.

"Mr. Yuanmu!" I patted the table hard.

"Ah! Eh!" The gray mist was startled by the loud sound, and a few cinders fell to the ground, "Oh, my lord! Did I just fall asleep! Did I fall asleep again? "

I handed another cup of bitter tea to it: "Drink this to refresh yourself. We have limited time and cannot fall asleep."

"time is limited?"

"Your time is unlimited, mine is limited. In my office, you need to cooperate with me."

A pair of pale hands took the teacup from the gray mist, and there was the sound of drinking water from the gray mist, followed by another cough: "Ahem...cough...Master Writer, what is this? Too...too bitter."

"Are you awake? Drink some more if you don't wake up."

"Wake up...wake up." The gray fog dissipated a bit, and I could probably see the human figure clearly in it, like a thin man wearing a gray wool suit vest.

"Mr. Yuan Mu, tell me, why did you come to see me today?"

"My lord, I'm very sleepy and want to sleep."

"This is not a place for me to sleep." I was afraid Mr. Yuan Mu would fall asleep without saying a word, so I lit a stick of incense, "We have a stick of incense time, after the time is over, your visit time is over The time for one stick of incense is not long, so even if you are very sleepy, please try your best to hold on, and you can sleep as long as you want afterwards."

"Okay... I... I don't know why I came here..."

"How did you end up in this hell?" I took another sip of bitter tea, trying to suppress my sleepiness.

"I... came by myself."

"What were you doing before you came to hell?"

"I'm in a gray space... In that space, there's no one. Only sounds can be heard. I'm so tired, I want to sleep. My body is heavy, I want to sink, sink... I sleep When I woke up, I was already here."

"Where is that gray space?"

"I... I stayed in that space for a long time after I died. It seems that after people die, they will come to such a place. But we scattered souls can't see each other, and we can hear some voices. I I miss the world...I am here...so lonely..."

"Where were you before the gray space? What were you doing?"

"I'm... I'm writing a novel. I'm a, writer. Yes, a writer."

"And then? How did you get into that space?"

"Wait, I don't seem to be a writer. I also do other things, I also act, I also work as a cashier, and I even clean the toilet..." When Mr. Yuan Mu said this, the gray fog dispersed again A little bit.

The image of a young man slowly emerged.Black hair, thick eyebrows, and dark circles under his eyes, he looks like he hasn't slept in a long, long time.

"Well, we will play many roles and try many jobs in our lives. Mr. Yuanmu, how did you die?"

"My lord, I am not living happily."

"You answer my question first, how did you die?"

"I... hanged myself on the beam at home."

"Why did you choose to hang yourself?"

"I'm...depressed. Yes, I take medicine, I take a lot of medicine. After taking the medicine, I can't feel anything. I don't know what happiness is, and I don't know what sadness is. I seem to be in In that... gray space. So quiet, but so lonely... My lord, you should write novels too, you know that this is fatal to a novelist."

"Which point is fatal?"

"I... can't feel my emotions anymore, I don't know what to write. I can't write anything. I stare at the blank paper every day, I am so tired, so tired. I was able to write so much Too many things, why, why do I need to take medicine?"

"Then why are you taking the medicine?"

"I... There is a devil in my heart. The devil disturbs my mind all the time. It says, Mr. Yuanmu, look at your stupid life, what have you done! Look at yourself Well, it's just a ridiculous and useless guy! People like you don't deserve to live in this world at all!"

"After taking the medicine, can't you feel the devil?"

"Take the medicine... the devil... the devil falls asleep... as long as the devil sleeps, I can, rest."

"Then if the devil is asleep, why do you kill yourself?"

"The devil is asleep, so I can't write anything." The gray fog has almost cleared, the air pressure in the office is slowly returning to normal, and my head is awake, "My inspiration comes from the devil." Yes! And I am a puppet manipulated by the devil, my life is not worth mentioning."

When the gray fog cleared, I saw a black talon lying on Mr. Yuan Mu's right shoulder, like a vulture, firmly grasping his gray woolen vest.

"The devil seems to be with you now, look over your right shoulder."

"My lord, I know he's here. He's been there all the time...so I'm sleepy, I want to sleep...maybe if I fall asleep, he won't bother me..."

"Why don't you ask the devil to speak?"

"My lord, I..." Before Mr. Yuan Mu finished his sentence, a puff of black smoke suddenly rose into the air from that black claw, and quickly formed a black shape in the air. eyes, the top of his head almost reaching the ceiling.

At the same time, Mr. Yuan Mu, almost like a puppet with a broken string, collapsed and fell to the ground.

The black figure spoke slowly: "Good night, write."

"Good evening, are you the devil?"

"That's the name Mr. Yuan Mu called me." The devil knelt down on one knee, closing the distance between me and him, "I don't have a name myself, I'm just a protector."

"Protector?" I repeated.

"When Mr. Yuan Mu was still young, he suffered... a lot of injuries. This child, since then, has been lethargic. I was a lonely soul staying in the world, and I saw a huge hole in this child's body. Some of them are vacant, so I moved in."

"How old was Mr. Yuanmu at that time?"

"Five years old. It can be said that I grew up with this child, and I protect him."

"How did you protect him?"

"I'll tell him what's right, what to do, what not to do."

"It's just a wandering spirit, occupying a large part of a child's body, and choosing his own life for him. Don't you think you have done too much?"

"Writing, you have no right to criticize me," the devil's voice became severe, and a black air rushed to the back of the table, "Without me, this child would not be able to live, at that time."

"But in the end he'd rather take the pills than see you and feel you."

"This is between me and him, you don't need to worry about it."

"Well, good." I said so, and glanced at the stick of incense, which was close to the end, "Then you guys go, you can go."

The devil froze for a moment: "What did you say?"

"I've written down the story. If you don't want to solve the rest, I won't intervene. It's not something I should intervene in."

The devil looked down at Mr. Yuan Mu on the ground, as if he wanted to say something.

"You don't have much time, so if you want to talk, just say it."

"I just want to get along with him, just want to get along with him, that's all. Why doesn't he accept me?"

"Would you like a powerful person? If you have been told what to do and what not to do all your life, what would you think? How would you react? Mr. Yuan Mu doesn't know what to do anymore, so I just want to escape from sleepiness, and to escape from life is also to escape from you."

"My lord, I don't know what to do."

The last smear of incense ash fell, and I got up to see off the guests: "If you want to, you should let go."

The devil's figure became smaller. He sat on the ground and embraced Mr. Yuan Mu who was sleeping on the ground: "I'm afraid he has no ability."

"He has never tried it, so he will never know if he is capable." I pointed to Xiangxiang, "It's almost time, you should go."

"But the writer..." The devil picked up Mr. Yuan Mu, and stayed where he was, looking at me.

"He has his life, doesn't he? You should have yours too." I waved my sleeves and pointed in the direction of the door, "Please."

The devil hugged Mr. Yuanmu, walked to the door, and looked back at me: "If I can't do it, what should I do?"

"If Mr. Yuan Mu can do it, then you should also be able to do it, right?"

The devil looked down at the young man in his arms, looking thoughtful.

"Goodbye." I said.

"My lord... Goodbye, goodbye."

I close the door.

When I returned to the office, the inexplicable sleepiness before had dissipated.Maybe it's not the cold weather, it's my desire to escape the boring winter... Thinking about it this way, why don't I go back tonight and find a place to drink and chat.

Chatting with friends over a few glasses of mulled wine is always fun, even in winter.

(End of this chapter)