All living beings in hell

Chapter 47 Small note [-]· The cat spirit on the subway
During the day today, for some reason, I wanted to go back to the world to have a look.

There is no one in particular that I want to visit, or a place I particularly want to go to, I just want to go back and have a look.

Just after the new year in the world, the sound of firecrackers has not stopped, and people have already dragged their bodies that have not had enough rest and started to go to work.I still have memories of the nine-to-five days, with a blank mind and a body like a clockwork gear.Before I could react, I had followed the crowd onto the subway.People run through my body, swarming over me.I stood where I was, watching all kinds of people exuding auras of different colors passing by me one by one.After the subway doors were closed tightly, I paced, penetrated the shell of the subway train, and entered the compartment.

As soon as I got on the subway, I regretted it, regretted it completely.

——I never thought that the human smell in the subway is so strong.I've never been so sensitive to human scents in my life - rancid lard mixed with sweat and covered by all kinds of strong perfumes, relentlessly entering my nostrils one after another .

I seem to be able to smell what people ate and drank during the Chinese New Year. The big fish and meat on the New Year's Eve dinner table turned into fat and accumulated in people's internal organs... These fats are full of greed, anger, Sadness, ecstasy... each emotion mixed together with its own scent.The smell seems to have solidified into a solid paste, and the car is gradually being filled with these smells, I feel like I am in a nightmare swamp.

The swamp gradually filled the top of my head, and I hunched over the corner of the subway, the twitching in my stomach reaching its peak.A burst of nausea rushed straight to the top of my head, and I vomited out with a "wow".

I haven't eaten since my death, so no food has been vomited out of my body (I don't know if I still have a stomach after all).Green mucus was squeezed out of my abdominal cavity, and the mucus splattered on the ground.I clenched the handle and vomited for eight stops.

After all, he had vomited enough, and even the green mucus was gone, so he felt starved for a while.

People stepped on vomit they couldn't see, green slime leaving trails of footprints on the platform.

"Hey, did you just die?" A boy's voice came, and I turned around to see that it was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, also translucent.

"Yes, soon."

"The smell in this subway is not good."

I wiped the green mucus from my mouth and stood up: "Since it doesn't smell good, why are you here in the subway?"

"This should be my question to you! This subway is my territory, and I've been there for a long time. Where did you come from, a lonely ghost?"

"I just came back from hell, and I want to go back to the world to have a look."

"You lied to a ghost!"

"Why did you say that, little brother?"

"All ghosts know that hell is a place where there is no return. How can there be a ghost like you who runs back and forth between hell and the world to play, instead of taking the subway?"

"You and I are indeed on this subway..." Before I finished my sentence, I felt nauseated in my stomach, and felt like retching, so I hurriedly grabbed my hand and vomited out.

The young man saw me like this, and floated cross-legged in the air with great interest: "You should not be an ordinary ghost. Ordinary ghosts are not so sensitive to human scents. Some ghosts even think it smells good, smelling like eating human flesh." Not a few."

"Then I...probably not one of them..."

"Let me tell you the truth, what kind of god are you, visiting the world in private in a micro-clothes? If you are really a god, you are indeed in a bit of a mess."

"I'm not a god," I managed to steady my body, and bowed to the young man, "I'm the writer of hell, also known as the 'mortal writer', who records the events and trifles of hell for the sentient beings, and then brings them back to the world."

The young man touched his chin, as if he had a beard: "Hey, the writer? Are you the writer who has been rumored in ghost circles recently?"

"Ghost circle?"

The young man grabbed my shoulders and said, "It's the circle where us lonely ghosts hang out together. I've heard of you a long time ago!"

"Well, I'm going back to hell as an errand for writing."

"My lord, what are you doing in the world this time?"

"No purpose, just want to come up and take a look."

"My lord just died not long ago, but do you still miss the world?"

"It's okay to think about it. I've lived for so long before, and I'm used to it. I just want to come back and see what everyone is like after the new year. I almost forgot how the year in the world started."

"There is no beginning and no end, just live like this!" The boy hung his legs on the railing of the rail at the top of the subway, fell down and looked at me.Only then did I realize that his eyes were dark green, and his pupils were cat-like, shrinking into thin lines when exposed to light.

"I haven't asked how to call my little brother?"

"I am Lianze, my lord, you look very familiar."

"Little brother wasn't human before he was alive, right?"

Lian laughed and jumped off the crossbar with a backflip, squatted on the ground and looked at me: "My lord has good eyesight. I used to be a big tomcat with raccoon flowers and tiger patterns. I was fortunate to listen to the scriptures and practice in the temple every day, and I realized something. Dao. After living for 23 years, it is considered the end of life for a cat.”

"That little brother is the same age as me. I was also 23 when I died."

"The writing master, you are a bit short-lived."

"Life is not too short, it is still going on."

Lian laughed loudly, turned into a cat shape, and jumped onto a human's lap. The human didn't notice, and was still playing with his mobile phone: "Master Writer, please go back to your errand, there should be many guests waiting for you. "

I bowed: "It's too much trouble, let's go now."

"I know, I'm used to the air in hell, but the air in the world is a bit messy." Lian licked his claw hair, "If you want to take the subway next time, I will still be in this carriage."

"Thanks for the invitation, but I probably won't want to take the subway again for a long time."

"Then let's see each other by fate, Mr. Writer."

"Well, goodbye by fate."

I waved my sleeves and returned to hell.

(End of this chapter)