All living beings in hell

Chapter 3 - The Boy in the Meatball

When I came back from hell last night, I was very dizzy and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

I collapsed on the bed before nine o'clock. My whole body seemed to have been sucked out. My eyelids were heavy and my skin was tight, but I was very excited, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

Sasuzu Hime's rag-like face was still in front of me, lingering for a long time.The spine can even feel the hellish wind, pouring into the stomach in waves.

Want to cry, but no tears come; want to throw up, but too tired to react.

After a night like this, I woke up the next day with two huge dark circles under my eyes, as if I hadn't slept at all.

I can't go to work today, so I asked my boss for leave early in the morning.

I fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling, writing and writing, what can you do?

This is how I acted like this on the first day of work, and then there were 160 people queuing up behind me, and I was a little scared for a while.

Why on earth am I taking this job?

I was thinking about it, but felt it was something that needed to be done.

Now that we have started and made a promise, we must finish it no matter what...

I lay on the peephole at the entrance of the office, and secretly looked at the second customer who was coming today.

But just this one glance already gave me goosebumps all over my body, and a chill rose from my lower abdomen
——Today's noon, yesterday's dinner, I almost vomited up.

I sprinted back to the human world, boiled a large pot of brown sugar ginger water, and poured it into my stomach, trying to drive away the cold, while thinking about how to deal with the second client.

The sun is gradually setting to the west, and the shadows of every item on the desk are slowly being elongated, and there is not much time left for me.

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

I said to myself, pick up your sapphire pen, you just need to write, just write it down.I drank the brown sugar ginger water in one gulp, took a last breath of the air in the world, opened my hands, and jumped into hell.

The red kerosene lamp at the entrance of the office was turned on, and the second client had been waiting at the entrance for a day and a night. My pen and paper hadn't even been laid out yet, and it almost couldn't wait to rush into the door.

I call it that, because there's really no gender--specifically, I can't tell what creature it is.

Zuo Suzuki still has a human form, but this one is a complete meatball.The fleshy mass was covered with a film that looked like it was about to break at any time, and the beating of blood vessels could be clearly seen underneath.Although the meatball has no hands and feet, it moves very quickly.

It bounced off the ground, landed accurately on the chair in front of the wooden table, and turned to face me. A blood-red heart was beating in the air, and beside the heart was a rolling eyeball.

"My lord! I saw you!" Rouqiu spoke first, his voice was as sharp as a baby crying.

"Hello, what should I call you?"

"I don't have a name yet, my mom hasn't had time to name me yet!"

"What do you want me to call you?" I thought to myself that it would be indecent to call you meatball.

"Let's crocodile!"

"Predator? Why this name?"

"I saw a big crocodile snorkeling in the sea of ​​blood that day! I like big crocodiles so much that I want to chop it up piece by piece, chew and swallow it in my mouth! Writer, do you like big crocodiles?"

"...Average. Crocodiles are better than crocodiles." I picked up the sapphire pen and quickly wrote the word "big crocodile" on the rice paper, "big crocodile, what story do you want to tell when you come to me?"

"What's the story?" The crocodile's heart was beating violently, and I was really worried that it would jump off the meat ball and fall onto my table.

I put down my pen and put my hands on my chin: "A story is what you have experienced. What brought you here? What made you stay here?"

"My mother brought me here!"

"Before then?" I picked up my pen again.

"I'm in a very warm and comfortable place...surrounded by water, I swim in it every day, there are so many people outside, I like listening to people talk the most! I really want to go out and play!"

"What happened next?"

"I feel that my body is slowly expanding and growing up every day. I like to eat sweets. During that time, my mother drank milk tea and ate sweets every day. I like it so much. I hope she eats more. Once she eats Sweet ones make me feel better. She is in a good mood and I am also happy. One day I heard my mother say, it’s so strange, why do I like eating sweets so much recently? It seems that I have gained a lot of weight. On that day, she vomited and put In the afternoon, at noon, in the morning, I vomited up all the sweets I ate. There are still undigested Skittles in the gastric juice in the toilet, which are colorful and beautiful.”

"And what happened?"

Predators have a short attention span and are very distracted, and they will wander off to other places while talking.I had to constantly ask something like "What, then?" to make sure it was still paying attention.

"My mother, you don't want me anymore." The voice of the crocodile suddenly changed, and it became completely cold, and the air around me also became cold, "She sent herself into the place full of the smell of disinfectant, brightly The headlights were on, and something called anesthetic was slowly pushed into her body. I was so dizzy, I knew what was going to happen next. But I couldn't do anything, I couldn't do anything..." With his In the description, I saw a girl in a blue hospital gown, about fifteen or sixteen years old.She was lying on the operating table trembling, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of confusion and fear.

The crocodile's sarcoma-like body suddenly trembled violently, secreting transparent mucus, and tears gushed out from its only eyeball.

"A metal clip went into the place that only belonged to me and my mum. It was so dizzy. The metal clip was on one side of my eye and crushed my head. Next came my body, which I hadn't grown yet. Fingers squeezed into a pulp... My mother wants to kill me, she wants to erase me from this world. Why! Why! I love her so much! Why does she want to kill me?"

As the crocodile spoke, it slowly swelled up.It split into two halves from the top to the bottom, revealing a big bloody mouth full of fine teeth. With a low roar like a beast, it rushed straight at me.I picked up the manuscript paper in an instant and dodged sideways.The meat ball passed the place where I was sitting just now, and hit the bookshelf behind me, and the books were scattered all over the floor.

Well, I thought it was just a clerical job, but I didn't expect to need to do it!

Just as I was thinking about it, the sapphire pen in my hand suddenly glowed green, stretched instantly, and looked like a magic scepter.I grabbed the tail of the sapphire pen with all my strength and whipped the sarcoma twice.The predator didn't intend to stop attacking, but it seemed to be afraid of the sapphire pen.Each time you draw it, it grows slower.

"Did you know your mother was only 16 at the time! She didn't even know what to do with herself!" I yelled, panting and dodging the attack.

"Can't you give birth to me at the age of 16! Can't you let me at least see what the world looks like!" The voice of the predator was almost hissing.

"Even if I give birth to you, it will only be more miserable!" I said in a low voice, exerting strength with both hands, I plunged the sharp cone at the end of the sapphire pen deeply into the exposed heart of the predator, and the green light penetrated into it in an instant. In the flesh of a predator.

The crocodile cried out in pain, the screams of wild beasts mixed with the crying of babies, my eardrums were about to be torn.All kinds of undigested mucus spurted from the tumor, splashing on the floor, on the table, on the bookshelf, not a single book was spared.For a while, the stench and sour smell filled the whole room, and I almost spit out the brown sugar ginger water I just drank.

The crocodile shrunk rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been squeezed out of water. The bright red naked body slowly turned into the color of human skin, and the heart pierced by the sapphire pen was also absorbed by the human skin. .The shape of the limbs gradually emerged, first the hands and feet, and then the head.I watched the predator gradually piece itself together into a human form in front of me.

I watched this scene, stunned, and had completely forgotten that I was still soaked in its vomit.

A boy's voice sounded, and the predator opened his eyes. It looked like a 12-year-old boy.The boy was still sitting in his mucus, his eyes were dazed, as if waking up from a big dream: "I...you...what happened just now?"

I got up from the mucus and flicked my sleeves: "Do you remember who I am?"

"I don't know why I'm here," the boy stared at me, his eyes were completely black, without a trace of white, and he couldn't read any emotion, "I know you, you are the new master writer from hell." The boy Er'er turned his head to look at the office that was already in disrepair, "This mess...was it me?"

"Yeah... the mess doesn't matter," I looked around and finally found my pen and paper on the floor.I snatched the desktop and spread out a pen and paper, "Have you finished your story? Each ghost only has one chance..."

"My lord, I remembered," the boy sat dignifiedly in front of the wooden table, with his hands on the table like a three-good student, "Where did I come from, and where should I go?"

The sapphire pen had returned to its normal size, so I restarted a piece of rice paper and wrote on it.

"My name is Wang Mingyuan, and I am a student of the Eighth Central Junior High School. I like physics and chemistry, but I don't like English and sports."

"Very well, Wang Mingyuan, what happened to your body like a meat ball before? And what about your mother you mentioned?"

Wang Mingyuan turned his head and thought for a while, then continued: "I have a very strict mother who often beats me, but I love her very much. I study hard for her, as long as she is happy, I am willing to do anything. But there are One day, I failed the English test. The teacher called my mother to the school, criticized me severely in front of the whole class, and tore up the English homework I wrote. I was so sad, I just wanted to go back Jiameng cried a lot under the quilt. At this time my mother came, my mother saw me standing outside the corridor with red eyes, raised her hand and slapped me twice. Everyone saw it, my dear My brother saw it, the girl I liked saw it, and the whole grade saw it. I just want to disappear from this world, so I did it."

"How do you do it?"

"I jumped from the thirteenth floor and lost consciousness in mid-air. When I woke up, I was already on the cloud."

"What happened next?"

"I saw my mother crying, and I don't like her crying. I like her smiling. I'm sorry I broke her heart," the boy lowered his eyes when he said these words, "I want to find A mother who loves me and won’t beat me, I really, really want to have a good mother.”

"did you find it?"

"I saw a 16-year-old girl on the cloud, and I thought she would be a good mother."

"Why do you think she would be a good mother?"

"She is very beautiful and gentle, and she is not much different from my age. She should understand me very well."

"But she's not ready to have you yet."

Black tears flowed from the boy's eyes: "My lord, why can't I find a good mother? I really want a good mother."

"What makes a good mother?" I supported my head with one hand and looked at the child in front of me seriously.

"Be nice to me, don't beat me, don't force me to study, I can do whatever I want."

I put down the sapphire pen and leaned against the back of the chair where the slime had dried: "Let's assume you have found such a good mother now, you grow up, and then what?"

"Then I'm going to have a good time and everything will be fine."

"It seems that you already know your way, so why are you still staying in hell and not leaving?"

The boy's voice was almost crying: "Because I can't find such a mother, I don't want to reincarnate. I have stayed here for a long time, the longer I stay, the more hungry I am, and I want to eat. What do you see? Just eat whatever, I ate the stumps of dead people and the wandering souls that strayed into this place, and I became the same as before. That kind of appearance cannot be reincarnated, and it is also a freak when it is born, and it cannot survive , Mom won't want me..."

"To be honest, there are only two ways you can go, either continue to stay in hell, or reincarnate. There are not so many willful choices in life, and even less after death. Of course, if you want to wait for a good mother , or you can wait. The time in hell is endless, and you can wait forever."

The boy's eyes without the whites of his eyes were staring at me, and his mind was thinking rapidly. I could even hear the wind in his head: "My lord, should I grow up?"

"Birth, growth, birth, old age, sickness and death are the processes that every human being in the world has to go through."

"But I'm not ready, I don't want to go through that pain."

I looked into his eyes: "Isn't it painful to become a meat ball?"

"It's... also uncomfortable."

"The pain you have experienced is not invalid. As long as you experience it with your heart and accept it, it may hurt to death, but we can always come back to life, can't we? After you come back to life, you will learn some new insights , to grow is to complete transformation in pulling and tearing. These truths can’t be easier to hear, but it’s another thing to do it and experience it repeatedly—to cry, to laugh, to gain, to say goodbye, to love , to break your heart, that’s life.”

"So... is life in the world like this?" The boy seemed half-understandable.

"Then it's up to you to choose, do you want to stay in this hell, or go to the world?"

"I want to love someone else, but I don't know who to love?"

I got up from my chair, took the boy to the door of the office, and opened the door.A gust of sinister wind rushed in instantly, blowing away the remaining corrupt atmosphere, and pouring in the fishy smell that belonged exclusively to hell.At the door, all kinds of lonely and wild ghosts were walking aimlessly, and creepy cries came from nowhere.The boy stood beside me, and we watched all this quietly in front of us.

"Look at them," I pointed to the ghosts and ghosts in the distance, "you can't seem to find the answer to this question in hell."

The boy didn't speak, but his body began to glow slowly.The blackness in the eyes faded, and the black and white eyeballs were revealed.The boy hugged me suddenly, his hands were cold, but his body was warm, as warm as a living person.

"Thank you, Master Writer, I want to go."

I touched his head and patted his back lightly: "Bless you, child."

The boy's body became brighter and lighter in my arms, and the bright white light attracted the attention of those ghosts.They just stood there, staring at us blankly.A thin crack opened in the sky of hell, as if sleeping eyes had finally opened.The child's body slowly floated up like a firefly, and thousands of light spots converged towards the crack.

"Goodbye, my lord." His voice was still echoing in the air.

"Goodbye," I said, "goodbye."

I watched the boy slowly disappear into the sky, the cracks closed again, and hell fell asleep again.

I turned around and went back to the office, the mess in front of me was still telling what happened just now.

I picked up the rice paper scattered on the ground and put it back on the table. The name of "Predator" was written on the rice paper.

The lonely ghosts outside the door howled, and the candles on the table were burning quietly. It would take some effort to clean up the mess.

As I thought about it, a burst of joy came from my chest. I rolled the rice paper with the name "Predator" into a ball, lit it on a candle, and the paper ball burned in the air, blooming like a gorgeous peony, and finally turned into a Ashes scattered in the wind.

(End of this chapter)