Laws of Spirit Recycling

Chapter 13

Walking through a wide street, turning left at the fork, you come to a slightly lonely area, only two sides of street lights, emitting a faint halo in the dark night when no one is around, for pedestrians... no, it should be said that they are wandering souls, lighting them up The light in the eyes.

Therefore, on this road, there was no bustling night market, no returning humans, and no vehicles passing by in a hurry. Yu Yan only saw a man who seemed to be a dead man, squatting under a dim street lamp, with his hands folded on his knees in deep thought.

When he and Fu Jianchi walked by side by side, the other party raised his head and glanced at them. Before Yu Yan caught the gaze of the undead, the other party lowered his head, but it is certain that this is indeed an undead wandering in the human world, because He had no shadow under the light.

Thinking of the expressionless and empty face he had just glimpsed, Yu Yan said silently: "It's another spirit body who refuses to leave the human world."

"En." Fu Jianchi responded softly.

"It looks like he has been there for a long time, and I hope that other messengers will help him."

"Tasks are assigned randomly. With the increase in the accidental death rate in recent years, the number of undead staying in the human world has increased, and the recovery target far exceeds that of the recovery messenger. This means that not every undead can meet the messenger who came to recover him. .”

"It means that there are many spirit bodies in the human world who cannot be reincarnated and have wishful wishes. They may always be in this state, I understand." Yu Yan nodded and said, turning to the young man with a smile: "However, Mr. Fu actually talks so much to me today."

Fu Jianchi glanced at the young man who was obviously in a happy mood, and said coldly, "I tell you, I hope you can concentrate on your mission goals."

"I will." Yu Yan put away his smile, he has long been used to this boss who keeps a serious face no matter when and where.

Finally, at the end of this road, at the side of the fork in the road, I found the community. The gate is old-fashioned double-opening iron, and it is in an open state. It is only a few hundred meters to walk in, and the appearance of the community is displayed in front of you.

Each building is closely adjacent to each other, surrounding a white mud space in the middle. The design of the community is very simple. Judging from the dark gray and simple appearance of the residential buildings, it seems that it has experienced a lot of wind and frost. It can be inferred that this community was established very early. built on this.

Yu Yan followed his boss to the farthest building, and found the target spirit body of this mission at the entrance of the corridor.

"Hello." He took the initiative to come forward to chat, and because Fu Jianchi was beside him, his voice raised a little unconsciously.

"Are you...?" The other party was a little hesitant, but the steady voice seemed very calm to Yu Yan.

So he introduced directly: "I am the messenger of the underworld who came to take you out of the world. You stay here because you have unfinished business, and I will help you to complete it."

"Envoy of the Underworld..." He repeated the word, seemingly not used to it, and asked tentatively, "That is to say, you are not a human being, but you came from below?"

"Below? Do you mean hell?" Yu Yan looked down at the dark concrete floor and explained patiently, "I didn't come from hell, that is called the underworld, and it's not the 'below' you mentioned."

The other party was silent, leaning against the wall without saying a word, Yu Yan quietly glanced at Mr. Fu who was standing under the light outside the building, and continued to ask his mission goal: "Have you been here for a long time? Who are you waiting for?" ?”

The undead in front of him was not panicked or excited, and had a high degree of communication and cooperation, so Yu Yan couldn't help but start to cut into the topic and ask. It turned out that his feeling was correct, and the other party answered truthfully, but the answer was slightly inconsistent with his guess.

"Soon, it's only been three days, and I'm not waiting for anyone."

"Three days?" Yu Yan blinked. He didn't expect to receive a human being who had just passed away this time. He asked curiously, "You don't seem surprised at all."

"What's so surprising about this is that people will die, but I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"So you still have a lot of things to do, right? Just now you said that you are not waiting for anyone, so why are you here?"

"I just want to stay here because my home is here."

Yu Yan suddenly felt that he had grasped the key point. Family is a word that appears frequently among the reasons why many undead refuse to leave, but it is often not because of emotions such as reluctance and attachment. These normal human emotions are just like As indelible and reversible as natural death.

So more regrets, unwillingness, and resentment left over from family entanglements have become knots in the heart, and it is necessary for the messenger of the underworld to resolve these grievances involving several families, or even generations.

"Which floor is it in this building?" Yu Yan immediately asked after he had figured out some clues without any effort.

The other party didn't answer, his body moved away from the wall, and he slowly walked out of the darkness to the outside of the building.Only now did Yu Yan see this human being clearly. It was a tall, middle-aged man, wearing dark loose short-sleeves with a rolled-up collar, but his hair was combed back meticulously. His face under the light was well-defined and his skin was darker. , Even under the orange light, it seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, revealing a bit of burnout.

"That's where my house is." The man raised his finger and pointed to a window in the middle.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and the surrounding floors of the community were dark, but only the window the man was pointing at could faintly see a glimmer of light.Yu Yan said: "It's on the third floor, there are still people in your house who are still awake."

"It's normal. He used to come home at this time." After the man finished speaking, he reached out to touch his trouser pocket and found that there was nothing there. He couldn't help sighing in a low voice.

"Looking for cigarettes?" Yu Yan was very familiar with this movement and understood it.

"It doesn't matter whether you smoke or not." The man smiled indifferently, and looked up at the only light in the darkness.

Seeing this suggestion, Yu Yan said: "Let's go up and have a look."

The man thought for a while and said, "Okay, as long as you don't disturb them."

Fu Jianchi held Yu Yan, Yu Yan's other hand held the corner of the man's clothes, they stood in front of a door with a broken couplet, they walked in directly through the door without ringing the doorbell.

As soon as he entered, he was already in the enchantment that Fu Jianchi propped up in advance.Yu Yan stood at the gate without moving, looking around.There is a small round yellow light on the ceiling of the living room. The room is not big, and the simple and ordinary furniture is placed against the wall, without any extra decorations.Across the way was a brown ottoman that had been piled with clothes and blankets for several years.

There was no one in the living room, only some noises came from the place on the left that seemed to be the kitchen. Not long after, a young boy came out with a bowl in his hand. He put the bowl of porridge on the coffee table and stood on the sofa to go One of the bedrooms next to him looked around, the door was ajar, and after waiting for a while, he stepped softly to the door of the bedroom.

"He's actually here too..." The middle-aged man suddenly let out a sigh of resignation.

Yu Yan said: "Isn't he your family?"

The man shook his head: "No."

"Then who is he?"

"He..." The man gave Yu Yan a weird look, as if he didn't want to answer this question, and said perfunctorily, "A friend of our family."

Seeing that his reaction was not strong, Yu Yan stopped paying too much attention, and stood in place and scanned around the two-bedroom and one-living home, guessing that the man's economic environment was not well-off.He accidentally caught a glimpse of a light brown musical instrument placed at the foot of the sofa, and he yelled slightly excitedly.

"Guitar!" Yu Yan has always loved these magical objects created by human beings. As long as they are touched lightly and regularly, they can produce a sound that transcends the essence.He likes to listen to music, he can't tell the difference between high and low, he listens without pursuing popular and classic, and purely savors the beauty of it.

He also has a special liking for objects that play music. Since Fu Jianchi taught him to recognize various musical instruments, every time he sees objects of different sizes, Yu Yan can't help but pronounce their names, and his face overflows as if he is about to hear the music. The intoxicating joy of their moving rhythms is occasionally mixed with a hint of inexplicable admiration.

"Mr. Fu, there are musical instruments here." Yu Yan turned his head and reported his unexpected discovery to his boss, only to realize that his hand was still held by the other party.

Fu Jianchi let go of that hand calmly, and said to Yu Yan who looked down at the two separated hands: "Now is not the time to be distracted."

"Oh." Yu Yan raised his head in a hurry, and his eyes returned to the humans in the room.

The young boy had already returned to the sofa, and he was sitting at the far end with a melancholy face. When he looked up, his bright and round eyes were slightly red, and his sadness was palpable.

Yu Yan said softly: "He seems very sad."

The man remained silent, staring at the young boy with his deep eyes under the light for a long time before turning his head to look at the bedroom with the half-open door.I don't know when whispers started to come from there. In the extremely quiet night, two male voices with different timbres could be clearly distinguished.

"Want to go in and see?"

The man still didn't speak, but frowned slightly.From entering the door to now, he has not spoken more than three sentences. It is completely opposite to the calm response downstairs. At this moment, he seems to be fully aware of the fact that he has passed away. The cruelty and sourness rushed towards him, like a barrier covering his head tightly and seamlessly.

Yu Yan observed the changes in his expression, thinking that this should be the first time the other party returned home after becoming a spirit body, so he signaled Mr. Fu with his eyes, and walked towards the bedroom while grabbing the corner of the man's clothes.

The three of them took a few steps to the bedroom. There were more things piled up in this room than in the living room. Books and white paper were all over the desk and the empty space in front of the window. There was a phone stand in the corner of the room, covered with unfinished watercolors. do.

As expected, they saw two men, one looked a little more immature than the young boy outside, lying on the bed with his head drooping, and the other man in black had black hair that grew to his ears, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and said With words of comfort.

When Yu Yan saw the black-clothed man, he found obvious characteristics. The chiseled face was quite similar to the undead around him. Because of his youth, the facial features were sharper, adding a bit of sternness and unruliness to him.

"Everything will be done tomorrow, and you will go back to school the day after tomorrow."

The boy sitting on the bed raised his red and swollen eyelids, and gave the man in black a reluctant look, as if silently resisting with his eyes.

"I told you so much just now, and you haven't listened?"

"I see." The boy replied in a dull voice.

There was a moment of silence, as if they had fallen into the boundless darkness. The two of them said nothing to each other. Under the dim light, the boy finally raised his head and said with a choked voice, "Brother, did you tell Mom? You have contacted her." right……"

The man in black who was called "Brother" frowned when he heard the words. He pondered for a while before calmly saying, "I haven't contacted her."

"You lied to me! How come you haven't found her after looking for her for so long? Could it be that mom doesn't want to come?" The boy said excitedly, grabbing his brother's hand and questioning again and again, his red eyes filled with tears: "Is she really Don't you want to come to see us at this time? Dad is so miserable, she won't come..."

Seeing his younger brother losing control of his emotions because of his mother's affairs, the man in black held his hand behind his back and comforted him, "Xiao Shui, don't think about it anymore."

The young man seemed not to want his brother to see him crying, so he leaned on the other's shoulder and pressed his cheek against the skirt of his shirt, making it even more difficult to hide his sadness and pain. He cried intermittently like a child, showing his most vulnerable and true side.

"I know she hates dad. She blames dad for being useless and can't give her the same good life as before, but she still has us. Why haven't I had a phone call or a text message for so many years? Now dad is... already... ..I don't believe she doesn't know, but she refuses to show up until now. She has forgotten us, and she has two sons here..."

Following his words, the man in black gradually lost his expression. He raised his hand weakly, patted his younger brother on the back, and said, "Mom must have gone far away and didn't know anything. Why are you crying? After so many years You should get used to it."

"I haven't seen her again for so many years, brother, don't you want to see her?"

The man in black lowered his eyes desolately, and said, "As long as she lives well, it doesn't matter whether she sees her or not."

Yu Yan took a special look at the undead around him. If he guessed correctly, he should be the father of the two humans in the room. The middle-aged man turned his head slightly, as if he couldn't bear to see their sad and mourning scenes.

The two brothers leaned close to each other with their own concerns, and replaced comfort with similar silence. After a long time, the young man calmed down, stopped crying, and rubbed his brother's wet shoulders. The man in black straightened his upper body, and the two separated.

"I'm going to get up early tomorrow morning, it's already 2 o'clock, go to bed quickly." The man in black held the messy blanket on the bed in his hand, and glanced at the half-open door when he said this.

The boy lying down noticed this movement, his eyes darkened, and his words were clearer and sharper than before, "Why is he here with our family?"

The man in black covered him with a blanket, his expression faded from the softness just now, he looked at his younger brother coldly, and said, "You don't need to worry about these, take a good rest."

After all, without waiting for his younger brother to speak, he turned off the light and got up to leave.

"Brother." The boy stopped him. There was only light coming in from the outside in the room. In the backlight of the other party, he continued: "I know the reason why Mom left, and I don't blame her. If you get in touch with her, Remember to tell her."

"Ah."

The man in black responded, closed the door and left.The room was completely dark at once, Yu Yan shook slightly and was held by hand, begging in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Jianchi took his hand and led them out of the room.