All living beings in hell

Chapter 26 - Children of Atlantis
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed customer No.17.

I sat behind the wooden table and had already laid out my pen and ink.

"Master writing..." A child's voice, a little tentative and mischievous, came from behind the door.

"Come in," I said.

A small head poked in from the door, with blue skin, light red eyes, and small white freckles on the face, it looked very cute.

"Come in." I said again.

The child hesitated at the door, then walked in lightly.It was wearing beige short sleeves and orange beach shorts, as if it had just returned from a vacation somewhere.The child's hair is also blue, the sideburns on both sides are shaved very short, and a ponytail is tied in the back, so the gender cannot be seen.It stood obediently in front of the wooden table, as if waiting for my next instruction.

"Please sit down." I pointed to the wooden chair.

I don’t know if the wooden chair was not assembled properly when it was restored. The chair visibly shook when the child sat down. The child shook all over and stabilized his balance without falling off the chair: “Ah, I’m sorry.” The child said repeatedly.

"What should I call you?"

"Gilman," answered the child in a low voice.

I wrote down the words "Gilman" on the paper: "Gilman, what do you need from me today?"

"My lord, I want to go home, but I don't know how to go back." Gilman's voice was very small, and I sounded a little struggling.

"where is your home?"

"The sea..." Gilman bit his lips, "My lord, have you heard of... Atlantis?"

"Well, the legendary kingdom in the Caspian Sea."

"My lord... I'm from there."

"Are you from Atlantis?"

I feel a little strange, it seems that not all the beings in hell come from the land of the world.

Gilman nodded.I just discovered that its ears are a pair of fins.There are several gill-like openings on the side of the neck, which open and close as he breathes.

"Then how did you come to this hell from Atlantis?"

"I... I killed people... I killed a lot of humans..." Gilman's voice was almost inaudible when he said this.

"Why do you want to kill humans?"

"Because humans... took my parents away, I thought, I want revenge. I want them to experience the feeling of not having parents..."

"Then how do you do it?"

"I turned into a dolphin, and tricked those fishermen who relied on killing dolphins into the deep sea, and then set off a storm, shattered their masts, and shattered their hulls. Let everyone die at the bottom of the sea."

"Then how do you feel after killing someone?"

Gilman trembled all over, but smiled weirdly again, with broken teeth like whale sharks protruding from his mouth: "I'm scared, but it feels good. Humans, really, are very weak."

Gilman looked up at me with bright red eyes.This seemingly young child actually revealed the aura of a ferocious hunter.

"After killing someone, what will happen?" I continued to ask.

"I was discovered by humans...they knew that it was mermaids pretending to be dolphins and killing people. Humans couldn't tell which were mermaids pretending to be dolphins and which were real dolphins, so they began to hunt and kill dolphins in large numbers. The beach was all red, and those dolphins... were thrown on the beach like this, with their intestines flowing on the ground. Seagulls and flies circled around those corpses..." Gilman's voice dropped again, "I did it killed those dolphins... it was me... but I meant... I didn't mean to..."

Just as I was about to say something, Gilman suddenly slapped the table and stood up, with a smell of the sea: "My lord! Why are you humans so greedy! You are so bloodthirsty! Those dolphins are innocent! They are innocent!" of……"

"Those fishermen are innocent too, aren't they?"

"Those fishermen were fishing illegally in the sea, and they deserve to die!" Gilman sat back slowly, as if he was suppressing his excitement.

"Gilman, I can't answer the question you asked me. I don't know why those people kill dolphins, and I don't know why they fish illegally. We humans are all doing different jobs in all walks of life in the world. , just like as a writer, I have no way to answer what your mother-in-law Meng is doing every day, which is a reason."

"My lord, did I do something wrong?"

"There is no right or wrong in cause and effect, there is only such a cause that you are in hell now, such an effect."

"I want to leave, I want to go home," Gilman whispered.

"Then why didn't you leave earlier?"

"I'm afraid that I'll forget what happened before... I will become a person full of hatred again, kill people again, and cause innocent people to be implicated... My lord, I don't believe in myself."

"What don't you believe in yourself?"

"I don't believe I can be kind." Gilman lowered his head.

"What is kindness to you?" I asked.

"Do good deeds and don't kill."

"Then you already know, just do what you say."

"What if I kill someone again, what should I do?" Gilman looked up at me, his eyes full of pleading.

"Then karmic reincarnation will happen again until you learn it." I replied.

Gilman's shoulders trembled up and down, as if he was holding back his crying: "My lord, I'm so scared. I don't want to be that kind of person, I don't want to be a person full of hatred."

"You are not at all," I looked at the child in front of me, "There is no absolute good or evil in this world, you are just lost, temporarily, lost."

"I want to go home, I want to go back to Atlantis."

"If you go back this time, what will you do?"

"I want to live a good life, I want to try to communicate with humans... Can you stop polluting the ocean, stop killing us..."

"Well, it's a very difficult task. Do you really want to do it?"

"I . . . I think. It . . . it makes sense. I think it makes sense." Gilman's voice grew louder.

"Okay," I took out the gold-plated reincarnation recommendation letter from the desk, and handed it to Gilman, "Take this to Granny Meng, and she will arrange it."

Gilman took the letter of recommendation, nodded his thanks, and just wanted to get up, but was interrupted by me.His center of gravity was unsteady, and he almost fell off the chair again.

"What if you can't go back to Atlantis after reincarnation?" I continued to ask.

"Being a man... being a man..." Gilman hesitated as he stood and looked at the letter of recommendation in his hand.

"If your heart is to save the ocean, there are many human beings who are doing this. Maybe becoming a human is not a bad thing. It is easier to gain the trust of fellow humans, and maybe it will be easier to get it."

Gilman lowered his head and thought for a moment, his eyes brightened: "Yes, my lord. This is what I want to do."

"Very well, then you can go." I put down the sapphire pen.

Gilman flicked his blue ponytail behind it. He came to the door and looked back at me: "My lord, I'm going."

"Bless you, child."

"Goodbye, Master Writer!" His voice was so clear that he could hear it clearly from the door.

"Goodbye." I said.

The door of the office was closed, and everything returned to calm.I walked around the wooden table and went to check the wooden chairs the guests were sitting on, only to find that the wooden chair was missing a chair leg when it was assembled, and the three legs stood there at a just right angle, but as long as the center of gravity was slightly changed It could fall over at any time.

I looked at the three-legged chair and thought about Gilman and his vow to save the ocean just now, maybe this kid can really do it?
I laughed out loud, another soul's new journey is about to begin.

And the starting point is this three-legged chair.

(End of this chapter)