after death strike

If Lai Hongbo had been operated on in time when he woke up—no, even so, he might not be able to recover.Standing quietly outside the sterile ward and watching the nurse remove Lai Hongbo's ventilator, Li Zhizhi once again experienced the tiredness and sadness of being helpless.

He can't do anything.

"—You are a liar, you are a liar!" Lai Xiaohua, who had been quiet and well-behaved, suddenly yelled, rushed forward and bit Li Zhizhi's wrist, his anger was so clear from his strength The manifestation appeared, and the skin was almost broken with one bite.But compared to the pain in his hands, what made Li Zhizhi feel more uneasy was the way the child looked at him.

Even though it is full of negative emotions, it is still clear and simple.

He still didn't realize that his father had passed away, and he didn't understand at all that he was about to face a lifetime of sorrow, only the confusion of being left behind, and the anger of being deceived-how similar to himself at that time.

Li Zhizhi saw his shadow in Lai Xiaohua, and the child's sharp accusations made him ashamed and ashamed, and he even doubted his ability and the original intention of choosing this career in the first place.

If people are born to die, if the end of meeting must be parting, then what's the point of him insisting on saving lives?

And he is not a god, even if he reaches the height of his professor, there are still many diseases that are difficult to overcome in this world, and there are countless critically ill patients like stars - he can't do it, he can do it at all less than.His dream is more difficult to realize than Utopia, just a childish fairy tale written by a child.

Li Zhizhi fell into a long period of self-doubt.He began to suffer from insomnia, recurring nightmares, becoming anxious and negative, and in the worst case, he could hardly breathe the first second he stepped into the hospital.He knows that his state is completely wrong, but he has no desire to tell anyone. He just wants to isolate himself from the world and rot quietly somewhere.

It was Professor Ge who noticed something was wrong with him and took him to see a psychiatrist.After having a past medical history and being diagnosed with moderate depression, Li Zhizhi voluntarily chose to drop out of school—he could no longer do anything.

What's the point of living for someone like him?

Trapped in memory, Li Zhizhi's expression appeared very complicated.The black shadow in the dense fog seemed to be watching him all the time, and said softly: "It's really interesting for you humans to die because of an irrelevant person."

His tone was the arrogance and ignorance of a god. Li Zhizhi didn't want to refute him, but he was no longer the one who was evasive.

Lai Hongbo's death was just an inducement.It seems positive and normal, but in fact he has never solved the long-standing knot in his heart. Even if he is not accused by Lai Xiaohua, he will definitely collapse again in the end because he cannot accept the death of the patient.Because his nature is so weak and negative, he can't stand any parting.

Although Ah Wang patiently accompanied and took care of him when he was a teenager, Ah Wang could not completely let him walk out of the shadow of the past after all.

After all, it was after his death that he finally figured it out and bravely stepped over this hurdle.

Of course, Li Zhizhi didn't want to analyze his psychological changes with a god of death who didn't understand anything.Right now there are other issues that are more important. He calmed down his agitated mood and said, "You chose to meet me here because you want to see me collapse again? I'm so sorry to disappoint you."

His provocation passed through the fog and directly into the black shadow.But to Li Zhizhi's disappointment, the God of Death didn't jump his feet in anger because of his words, but was more interested in pretending to be wronged and said:

"It's my fault. It seems you really don't know anything—"

Every time he chuckled, it would cause the black shadow to tremble and create waves, and even the long sickle seemed to fall down at any time, making people terrified when they saw it.

"Stop playing charades." Li Zhizhi stared at him, "What on earth do you want to tell me?"

"Ha——" Like an opera line, the other party sighed softly, "Before I show you this wonderful, but stupid Panorama scene, I just want to correct you: the key It's not my trick, but your cohabitant, that 'ordinary man' named Si Wang, did something good."

In other words... Li Zhizhi chewed his words carefully, Ah Wang knew this place, he knew about Lai Hongbo!

"What are you trying to imply to me?" He couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, "Do you still want to say that Ah Wang caused my death?"

"The unswerving love is really touching," the god of death replied irrelevantly, "I don't know if you can keep this trust after you know the truth."

Hei Ying suddenly swung the sickle and pointed the tip at Li Zhizhi's neck.His movements brought up bursts of billowing thick fog, as if to envelop Li Zhizhi completely in it.Even though he suddenly felt the cold feeling that he hadn't experienced for a long time, as if his soul had been touched, Li Zhizhi remained expressionless and remained motionless.

"But don't worry, it's not that time yet." The Grim Reaper smiled strangely, "Your cohabitant has done a lot of things behind the scenes. Although falling in love makes people relax their vigilance, once you commit suicide, he will immediately go to the hospital to investigate Then I found out about this matter. If you want me to say, he is also an idiot who is not inferior to you. Obviously Lai Hongbo's death has nothing to do with him, but he seems to want to help you compensate, and takes the initiative to give the poor mother and child a life. Take care of him—of course, he is not stupid enough to use his own name directly. Lai Xiaohua, mother and son who won the grand prize for no reason moved out of the city immediately, and here, their former residence was naturally taken over by your cohabitant .”

——This is definitely something Ah Wang can do.To deal with the aftermath for the clumsy him, and for him who only knows how to escape, he did what he wanted to do but dared not do.

Li Zhizhi wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Ah Wang will buy the house key here, perhaps looking for an opportunity to bring him here and tell him: It’s okay, he already knows it; it’s okay, he will always be with him; it’s okay even if he makes a mistake , he will tolerate, stand by his side, and help him make up together.

This is Ah Wang's gentleness, silent but firm, even like throwing a stone into a well without asking for anything in return.

……Fool.

If he didn't tell him clearly, when would he be so dull to find out his goodness?

"You are very moved?" Death God's tone sounded a bit yin and yang, "I thought you didn't like people who made small moves behind their backs." There is also a sour feeling.

Li Zhizhi didn't notice it, and replied straightforwardly: "Shouldn't you be moved?" Even if he did a small trick behind his back, it's not a bad thing.

The black mist sickle on his chin was suddenly retracted, so sharp that even the naked eye could not catch it.It was fine just now, but the voice from God of Death suddenly became sinister, "So, do you still remember this thing?"

As soon as his words fell, it seemed that the air had a hole, and an envelope the size of a palm fell out of nowhere, and fell into Li Zhizhi's arms from top to bottom.Caught off guard, Li Zhizhi caught it in a hurry. Once his fingers touched it, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"This is...?" He stared at the envelope in his hand. It was new and intact, and the seal hadn't even been torn.But what is that inexplicable sense of familiarity?

"This is one of your cohabitant's treasures." From the very beginning, the sinister tone of Death God couldn't stop. "You have to thank me. If I hadn't come here to clean up in advance, you might have been frightened by your cohabitant's 'interest'."

Collection, cleaning, interest, these keywords sound a little inexplicable. Li Zhizhi frowned, not knowing what the other party wanted to express.

His doubts were written all over his face, perhaps because it entertained the god of death, and the other party's voice once again recovered the mood of gloating and watching a good show at the beginning.

"I'm not responsible for crying, human."

This sentence seemed to sound directly in the brain, and it was not transmitted to the eardrum through any medium.From just now until now, the velocity of the strange mist that has been surging in the room suddenly increased, and the insubstantial mist was like waves hitting the rocks, attacking Li Zhizhi wave after wave.

Although there was no pain, the sudden crisis still made Li Zhizhi close his eyes reflexively.

——The other party seemed to want this effect, his eyes went dark, and at the same time, the surroundings became completely quiet.The street noise that came from outside the house from time to time was finally completely blocked, and the swirling fog around him also completely disappeared.

When Li Zhizhi opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

The room is still the same room, but there are a lot of extra items that fill this already cramped and narrow space.

It’s his photos that are plastered all over the ceiling; the sneakers he once used and lost due to damage; the low-scoring test papers he swore he never wanted to see again; cabinet……

Every piece is something he has used before.Every photo is a scene that he didn't know when he was secretly photographed.

"You look so interesting now." Death's voice rang in the ears of Li Zhizhi who was completely stunned, "How do you feel, are you very touched?"

Li Zhizhi didn't care about his mood at all, he moved his feet, and suddenly walked to one of the completely damaged plastic low stools.

The popular animation characters of the year were printed on the low stool, and Li Zhizhi remembered that it was because of this that he begged his mother to buy it for him.But this stool obviously shouldn't, shouldn't appear here...

He suddenly turned around, and asked tremblingly and tremblingly at the god of death who hadn't appeared but was definitely still in the house: "Why is there such a thing?! This stool shouldn't be here at all!"

Before he knew Ah Wang, this stool was obviously thrown away because of damage!

The author has something to say: Ah Wang: I seem to smell the breath of a rival in love

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