after death strike

Death is a very important thing for human beings.

While watching Li Zhizhi silently, and after starting to contact Li Zhizhi, he deeply understood this point, and felt more and more heavy and guilty.

If only I could get that smile on that face again—

Disguised as a human being, he couldn't use more power. He stayed with Li Zhizhi during the day, and he left at night to complete his own work.Accompanying him every step of the way, taking care of him tenderly and considerately, these are what he should do, what he must do.

It took him almost five years to squeeze into Li Zhizhi's tightly guarded and tightly closed heart.That kind of feeling is like waiting for thousands of years of glaciers to melt, unable to count on the sun, and can only slowly melt with the temperature of the heart without hesitation.

When Li Zhizhi was teased by him so angry and funny, and finally showed a shallow smile, he suddenly felt that maybe what he was plotting was not just simple compensation, but something else.

With his unremitting efforts, Li Zhizhi began to rely on him and trust him, from being unwilling to say a word, to grabbing him to talk; he slowly walked away from the shadow circle formed by those deaths Come out, gradually become cheerful, confident, more and more popular.

Instead, he began to feel that something was wrong.Seeing Li Zhizhi talking with others, he would feel inexplicably irritable; and that irritability immediately intensified into anger when Li Zhizhi smiled at other people-why are those people? !That smiling face should belong to him and bloom for him...

It was his hard work and the reward he finally got in return.

strangeness.

Could death have such violent emotions?In other words, after he disguised himself as a human being, he would also imitate that rich and delicate emotion.But every time I saw Li Zhizhi, the beating heart in the chest gradually accelerated, the skin slowly began to heat up - no reaction was exactly the same every time, and it was completely inimitable.

I really want to take him away and make him my own soul...

His fragile heart was repeatedly scorched by this sudden but premonitory thought, which made him sleepless all night, as if he could only be relieved by rushing to the next room and immediately hugging the sleeping human being—— Immediately he left that body and appeared in the state of God.For the first time, he embraced the other party's sleeping soul in the shape of his body.

He could no longer break the habit.

He wanted to get this person, and even more wanted to get his soul—every time this thought came up, he couldn't help but collect everything about Li Zhizhi.Whether it's the various small things he used, or every move he took with the camera, he couldn't restrain himself like an addiction.His behavior became more and more excessive. He was afraid of being discovered by Li Zhizhi, but he couldn't help but guess the attitude of the other party after he found out.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune, but Li Zhizhi believed in him too much, and never suspected any abnormal state of him, and even occasionally made a joke or two in reverse.

It is this heavy trust that makes him walk on thin ice, but sweet and tireless.Because of this, he completely let go of his vigilance, and even forgot what Li Zhizhi he met at the beginning, and how fragile human beings are, and how powerful death is——

While he was still struggling with the complex and boiling emotions in his heart, Li Zhizhi, who had a bright future and was always very positive, suddenly dropped out of school and returned home, and unexpectedly did not mention what happened to him.

"It's nothing... Anyway, even if I drop out of school, Ah Wang will support me, right?"

He was stunned by the coquettish meaning hidden in this sentence, completely ignoring how gloomy Li Zhizhi's eyes were when he said this.Like the poor kid he first met, lifeless.

It was his fault, everything was his fault, if he had found out sooner—

[Thank you, Wang.I'm sorry...it was me who said goodbye first. 】

Then he won't receive such text messages.

Suicides and accidental deaths are different from those who die of illness or natural causes, and he has absolutely no way of predicting their deaths in advance.Until he hurried home after receiving the text message, and saw Li Zhizhi, whose face was pale, lying in the blood and eyes closed tightly——

He's completely devastated.

"Why... why why why why why..." Why didn't you tell me why this happened, isn't it good? Didn't you say that you want me to support you for the rest of your life? Why don't you let me fulfill your promise? Why leave me behind? A person, why do you want to die alone, obviously, obviously, what you are most afraid of is being alone, isn't it?

"Why--"

He tightly grasped the shoulder of the human who had decided to escape without authorization, wanting to shake him vigorously out of his deep sleep, and yell at him all the pain that had penetrated deeply into his soul.But he couldn't bear it, the person he had taken care of for so long, the person he finally pulled out of the abyss—why did it happen?

Death is indeed a sad thing.

From the beginning until now, what he thought was "ordinary" was more painful than tearing his soul, and everything he did was so cruel that even he couldn't forgive himself.His existence was a complete mistake—and his retribution was to completely lose the person most important to him.

He couldn't accept it.

He can't accept it!

He is the god of death, the god of death who is in charge of the soul after death!As long as he doesn't reclaim that soul...as long as he is careful and careful...

This is an arrogant decision that despises life and death and completely deviates from ethics.

On that day, the god of death completely put down the sickle in his hand in order to keep the human being he didn't want to lose.Even if this happiness is a soap bubble that will burst at any time, a dream that can only be glimpsed for one night, a gorgeous but fragile phantom that can be blown away——

Whether it's life or death, what he wants has always been Li Zhizhi.

The place on the back that was pressed was completely soaked.Those tears made direct contact with his skin through the soaked clothes.However, Li Zhizhi couldn't feel whether they were cold or hot.

He obviously doesn't have such a fragile character, but he suffers for him time and time again. Even today when he was forced into a desperate situation, he dares to guarantee that some of those tears were shed instead of him who didn't have tears. .

"You're so cunning, Ah Wang..." He said in a low voice, "You cry so sadly, do you think I will soften my heart?"

Li Zhizhi is also very surprised that he still has the intention to bully him at this time.But that person, that Grim Reaper is really too stupid. Hearing his reproachful words, even though he was on the verge of collapse, he immediately held back the crying that he didn't dare to let out—for fear that he might misunderstand .

"I didn't know you did so many things without telling me." Li Zhizhi unfolded and folded the letter intently, as if playing with some toy. "It turns out that at such an early age, you have been silently guarding me."

No wonder he saw that long-lost stool in that room. According to what A Wang said, if he was really a collector maniac, he would find that thing on purpose—or directly follow the stool in his memory. It is not difficult to reproduce one.

Li Zhizhi stopped what he was doing and turned around suddenly.

Caught off guard by his movements, Ah Wang, who almost thought he was trying to break free from his embrace, immediately hugged him even tighter—he knelt on the ground, trembling, humbly, hugging Li Zhizhi's waist , The whole person was buried in his cold embrace.

"No, don't go...don't go—"

Li Zhizhi couldn't see clearly the expression on his lowered face, but it must not be any better than his expression.He touched the other party's hair tenderly, and said softly:

"But, but, Ah Wang—I'm dead. It's too late for you—"

His words were gentle and cruel, making Ah Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, tremble even more desperately.

"My hands don't have temperature; my heart doesn't beat; my tongue...can't taste, and my body can't feel pain. When you hug me, no matter how shy I am, I can't blush; When you hold me, no matter how much my heart beats, I can't hear the sound of blood flowing fast."

"I'm dead. Even if you leave my soul in the world, what's the point?"

Li Zhizhi's hand stopped.He gently lifted the other person's face buried on his waist, and stared seriously at the pair of black eyes full of tears, pleading and despair.

"Awang—" he called the other person's name, "You are the god who is more familiar with death. Why, it is you who cannot accept death?"

……why?

"Because the person who taught me to fear death is you!" He vented the pain in his heart loudly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Li Zhizhi's face, which was already very close, and kissed him deeply. up.

It was just the touch of lips, this kiss was not like the warmth, intimacy and lingering. It was full of despair and reluctance. The temperature difference between the two was more full of the taste of death than ever before.

"Don't go...stay by my side." He almost murmured against his lips.Li Zhizhi watched helplessly as the tears in his eyes fell down one after another, gathering on his chin as if they would never be able to flow completely. "Don't go...don't go—"

What to do... He has softened his heart.

But no matter how reluctant he was - he and Wang had missed each other the moment he chose to commit suicide.Nothing is unshakable until death - he has accepted it.

Three days, only three days.Li Zhizhi suddenly pushed him away and took a deep breath.

"Before I make the final decision, I have a request—Awang, you will definitely not refuse me, will you?"

Since it was a request from him, how could he refuse?

The author has something to say: I feel that this setting can only be supplemented after the episode, so I will mention it first

What Lizhi saw in that room was all tricks played by the god of death, and the items that Ah Wang originally used to store his idiot behavior were all placed elsewhere (.

Because the god of death wanted to make trouble, they all copied a copy and put it in the small room as a prop for a good show-I didn't expect Li Zhi to not care about the fact that the cohabitant is an idiot, and he was pissed off.