Call from the other side

............Although it's a little late, I want to say something about these extra questions............

............If the infinite universe and parallel space are recognized, so many protagonists are also possible. Everyone's experience may be the same or may be different. Therefore, if there is 'a different appearance, different genders and the same personality', it is just a projection problem of different planes...

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This is a constant and illusory beautiful place.

It will always be the sky at dusk, stained with orange green grass and the fiery red flowers swaying in the wind on both sides of the wide river. Everything is not like the world.

"Ah, did the guest just die?"

"That's a pity. It's still so young."

"But it doesn't matter. There is a death in life. It's just a matter of sooner or later."

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Death, but to put it bluntly, I'm just a boatman on this three-way river."

"Then guests, please, since you want to cross the river, of course I will charge some boat fees, right? But I'm not in a hurry. The money burned by the guest's family should be coming soon.

At this time, people who have been unable to interrupt will subconsciously ask, "Who are you?"

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"The journey of withering everything fell into the mortal world and turned into soil... The wind is a river wave, and I am a ferryman..." By the riverside where he could not see the source or the end, a black-haired teenager in a completely inconsistent with this place sat on a stone chair with his chin and muttered unconsciously.

The teenager looks like an ordinary oriental, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, relaxed gray casual trousers, and a pair of white travel shoes.

No matter how you look at it, the teenager is just a slightly outstanding type thrown into the crowd.

However, this is just ignoring the words of a long wooden rod with a large sickle nearly two meters long that was placed by the teenager.

This is the outpost area on the other side, which is named 'Santu River' by the living, and the teenager is Death - or more popularly, it is the boatman.

After all, the teenager's job is to transport people who will come here to the river in the future. Occasionally, if some guys are unwilling to pay the boat fee, the teenager will kick them off the boat... By the way, only the ship of death can float on the three-way river, and everything else will inevitably sink to the bottom and then eliminate all memories.

"...It's so boring." Young muttered, raised his wrist to look at the watch, and then put it down. Death's work is so simple that Death doze off in a daze every day, but sometimes it is very busy - for example, there is a war or a major accident outside world.

"Forget it, go back..." The teenager propped up his body and dragged the sickle to the boat tied to the river.

The technology of the outside world has been improving continuously, but it has not been shown here at all. For example, the boat still uses long-handled oars as the power.

"Lord Yingji, I'm back." The teenager carried a sickle through the wide hall of right and wrong, and saw Lord Yan Mo holding a book reading idlely in the backyard.

Although this Lord Yan Mo is indeed wearing a green judge's uniform, his small figure and lovely face like the first grade of junior high school... Well, let's not talk about it.

"Didn't you be lazy or desert today?" The devil (or referee), who was called "Lord Yingji" by the teenager, put down the book in his hand and had a majestic voice that was not commensurate with his appearance - but it was still a thirteen or 14-year-old girl - looking up at the teenager putting the sickle into the locker.

The teenager smiled easily.

"How can you be lazy? I'm...ah."

"Hey!"

Her head was tiptoed by a petite girl and knocked with something made of black wood.

"It hurts so much... Why did you hit me so hard!" The teenager's dissatisfaction protest.

The petite devil seriously reviled the teenager, "Feiyu must be lying!" This kind of trick is useless for the devil! As the saying goes, 'The heart is upright and clear...'

With an expression of 'ah, here again', the teenager had to lower his head and wait for his boss to listen to him.

What does this demon say... He has a good temper, but sometimes he is too serious, and his cooking skills are also very good (the judges and death on the other side also have to eat, although it is not necessary), but one thing is that he likes to educate people too much - in short, he likes to talk and nagging.

After two hours of language education, the teenager finally got rid of it. After all, the rules can't be changed, because it's time for dinner. Looking at the unfinished demon, the teenager couldn't help sighing that he had customized the timetable.

Strictly speaking, the trial of a dead man's life crime requires ten hell kings to be convicted after taking turns (that is, the ten hells of hell in the sense), but due to the large number of people recently and the economic downturn on the other side, the hells dispersed and turned into an area where each person was tried, and the dead were also It has been reduced to one to two people per king of the way.

Of course, this also indirectly leads to the demon lord having to cook in person. After all, the teenager is a real kitchen idiot. If you insist on saying it, it is because there is only one demon and a god of death here.

"Speaking of which, Lord Yanmo." During the banquet, the teenager put down his bowls and chopsticks and looked at the petite devil enjoying the food

"Won... What does Feiyu want to say"

There are some ambiguous words. Has Lord Yan Mo forgotten the etiquette himself? ...Or forget it, it's not a big deal.

"I've always had a question..."

The teenager picked up the wick of the oil lamp placed beside the table with his fingers to make it brighter.

"Well, why don't we install something similar to electric lights, telephones or something slightly similar to the outside world on the other side?"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

The petite devil's expression is extremely serious.

"If we use those things, we will rely on them more and more, which will eventually lead to irreparable accidents. Previously, there was a demon..."

So the rare peaceful dinner time was replaced by a criticism meeting.

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For good, the time is coming soon.

"Well, Lord Yingji, it's almost nine o'clock."

The teenager said so, and then began to clean up the dishes. Lord Yan, who had been talking about before, looked at the clock (probably an electronic product) and looked a little panicked.

"That, that..." "The bath water has been prepared before. In addition, the replacement clothes and pajamas have been put in the old place. The teenager took away the bowls and chopsticks with a tray. Behind him, the petite Lord Yan Mo was hurriedly running into the bathroom.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the teenager went into the bathroom, picked up the clothes placed in the basket and put them in another basket. He said through the curtain, "Well, I took away the clothes here."

"Ye, I know!"

Then, put all the clothes together and wash them together later... Then make the bed for the devil - as you can see, the teenager's job is like this.

Clean Lord Yan Mo's hair and wait for her to lie down and tuck her quilt. "Well, good night, Lord Yingji." Uh-huh! Thank you, Feiyu!" This is my duty..."

In a word, this is just a very ordinary daily life. If nothing unexpected happens, this kind of daily life will continue. Of course, occasionally the teenager will also be malicious and tell some short stories to Lord Yan Mo - such as horror stories, strange stories, and thriller stories. The teenager believes that as a demon This kind of story is just a joke...

However, when the teenager woke up the next morning, he would feel something in the quilt without exception.

Until one morning, the teenager took a sickle as usual and wore the same clothes to start working.

"Feiyu, wait a minute!" Lord Yan Mo came over and gave a money bag to the teenager, "I'm going to buy ingredients today!" There are not many reserves.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. The teenager feels that today's hell is a little different, but since the boss didn't say anything, it's better not to interrupt as a subordinate.

"Then I'm leaving, Lord Yingji." The teenager glanced at the books on the stone table in the courtyard, carried a sickle and went out.

"Go early and come back early!"

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If you buy ingredients, you can't work today, but it's more important than anything else to go outside... Those who have just died and are waiting to take the boat, er, let them stay there for a day!

The dazzling sunshine made the teenager narrow his eyes. When he came up from the other side, he did not feel that the sun outside was so bright - and noisy.

If you carry the sickle on your shoulder like this, you will not only be surrounded by passers-by, but also taken away by people in white coats... This kind of common sense teenager knew it when he was still alive, and he was glad that he still remembered it.

After buying what he wanted, the teenager lost them to the other side in advance, and he was wandering aimlessly. After all, this is probably a rare short vacation, and the teenager actually hopes to have something to kill time... such as game consoles and so on.

But the teenager's rest time ended 20 minutes later.

"Fly... Feather?!" The teenager turned his head and saw a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old standing five or six meters behind him. Her neat short hair and beautiful face made the girl's rate of turning back on the street absolutely not low. Eight-point jeans, white running shoes and sports T-shirts all showed that the girl was good at sports.

However, this has nothing to do with the teenager, because he has turned his head and ran away when he said that sentence.

"Bastard!" The girl didn't care about the eyes of passers-by and immediately caught up with her.

Such exercise is naturally not a big problem for teenagers - they have died a long time ago, and their physical strength can be ignored, but what's wrong with the persistent girl behind them?! She is obviously a human!

Because he was too panicked, the teenager was forced into an unfinished building, and what was worse, the building obviously had only one staircase.

So the teenager was stuck on the top of the stairs, chasing the girl who was reluctant to sweat and breathe at this time.

The teenager turned helplessly and faced the girl who was wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

"You have the wrong person, miss." The teenager looked polite but 'I don't know you'.

"What do you run if I don't know you?"

"..." The teenager had nothing to say.

"Forget, I'm indeed a flying feather--" The teenager grabbed the back of his head and retreated immediately before he finished his careless words. His whole body floated in the air so lightly. At the place where he stood just now, the girl unwillingly withdrew her fist.

He pulled out the sickle tower from his back and squatted on the handle of the sickle as if he were squatting on the flat ground.

The girl subconsciously glanced behind the empty thing. Then he made up his mind and rushed forward and jumped to the teenager floating there!

"Hey! You don't want to die!" He had to grab the other party's wrist, and the teenager pulled her to the sickle and stood up.

"So, are you resurrected?" The girl narrowed her eyes and kept patting her hands on the teenager, as if she were making sure that it was a living person rather than a ghost in front of her.

"No, no." The teenager hesitated for a moment, "Because I'm Death now."

The teenager pushed her head and looked down at the girl who was silent. She suddenly raised her head and said, "Can you solve it?"

Tut...

"No, I'm not from the hot-blooded department."

"So, are you actually a part-time postman who specializes in delivering dead letters?"

"...I don't seem to have heard of that department."

"So... in fact, your sickle waved with the sound of bells, and in this way to capture the dead who don't want to go to the underworld?"

"Cough... I'm not from the martial arts school..."

"Cut... Forget it, go home." The girl shook her head boredly and sat on the handle of the knife like a horizontal bar. Speaking of which, since you can come out, why don't you go home and have a look?

The teenager stood firmly on the handle of the knife and turned left and right with his memory. The pedestrian below did not feel it.

"Today, I just came out to buy it because I ran out of ingredients. I can't run out at any time."

While talking, the duplex building with red glazed tiles and white tile walls of his home has come into view.

The teenager did not choose the door but knocked on the glass at the window on the fourth floor. The aluminum alloy window frame was pulled open with a bang. The unique face of the girl behind him appeared behind the window sill, and the slightly scattered dark pupils stared at him indifferently, not lacking The angry but indifferent head shrank back and gave way without saying a word.

The girl behind her jumped in on her shoulder and then turned her head. Forget what I said. The boss is still waiting for dinner!" The teenager scratched his forehead and declined the invitation to enter the room.

"...wait a minute." The knee-length girl gently spit out these two words and then walked into the study... a small library... or the bedroom, which seemed to be ready to take something.

"It's said that it's hard to come back. Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?" The girl didn't look very happy. Seeing this situation, the teenager had to answer with a wry smile, "I can't help it. I'm also afraid..."

Just in time, the long-haired girl came back with a rectangular silver machine in her hand.

"...give." The voice without ups and downs and slow half beats makes the teenager feel better than anything else.

gratefully took the machine and carefully put it in his pocket. After solemnly thanking the two girls, he left the place without looking back - anyway, the teenager's heart is also an ordinary human...

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"Feiyu, you're back!" The petite devil felt the return of the teenager and stuffed his things under the table.

"I'm back, Lord Yingji." Put the sickle back in the locker, and the teenager's tone was very flat.

You can't lie in front of Yan Mo, so the teenager added a sentence: "I met my former family today. It's no big deal."

The teenager walked into the kitchen, sorted out the ingredients piled up there, and then put them into the cabinet in an orderly manner. The advantage on the other side is that nothing will deteriorate...

The little hell demon king leaned against the door frame and watched the teenager tidy things. He frowned in distress. Then he seemed to think of something, and his expression became cheerful.

"Flying Yu, do you know? In fact, we also have holidays!"

The teenager turned around and saw the little devil holding the calendar. Then she leaned over and turned two pages of the calendar and handed it to the doubtful teenager.

"We have a full half-month vacation in July of the Chinese lunar calendar every year! So this year, I will make an exception and accompany Feiyu home to have a look!"

Although he was very concerned about the circles above, the teenager did not mention this-

"Is Lord Yingji going to go home with me to meet my parents?"

"Hey!"

"It hurts." So the teenager paid the price for his delusions.

Even the devil needs to take a vacation! I don't have any 'important' arrangements this year, so I want to see Feiyu's family!" Then he pushed the teenager out of the door and said, "I'm going to cook. Let's wait outside!"

The devil won't lie, so the teenager has a negative attitude about whether the little devil is arrogant, which needs to be examined. Of course, he still cares about the heavyness of those words, but - forget it.

Oh, and the small puppet teenager hidden under the table is absolutely unknown, even if it is bought by himself...

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In the bustling street, at the corner of the traffic and crowd, an ordinary teenager moved slowly. Strangely, there was an invisible vacuum circle around him, and people subconsciously bypassed it, but it was not surprising at all.

"Lord Yingji, why don't you change into casual clothes and appear dignifiedly?" The teenager asked in a low voice.

In the eyes of the teenager, the petite girl who was still wearing the judge's uniform with green as the main body withdrew her eyes from the crowd around her. "This is the symbol of the devil! You can't change it easily, otherwise you will feel very uncomfortable!"

Due to the height problem, the teenager subconsciously reached out and touched the girl with emerald green soft short hair - rare that he did not wear a hat.

"Hey!"

"It hurts." Then he naturally accepted the punishment for his reckless behavior.

Standing downstairs, the teenager took a deep breath to stabilize his mood. A delicate and small silver patch appeared in his hand, shining in the sunshine. Insert it into the keyhole and rotate it.

"Fat"

The door opened.

Upstairs, open the door, and the very familiar layout seems to have not changed for half a year - that's impossible, because there is a black-and-white photo of myself hanging on the door of my bedroom.

The little devil was attracted by another room, opened the door curiously and muttered to himself, "A lot of books..."

There are indeed many books here, which may be richer than libraries.

"Lord Yingji, do you want tea or drink?" The teenager opened the refrigerator and found that the way of placing green tea, black tea, coke, coffee and juice has not changed. Where it used to be or where it is now.

"Well...tea is fine." Although he was curious about the huge study, after hearing that the teenager said that it was not his thing before, he was very obedient and did not touch it. He just sat on the sofa in the living room and looked left and right.

It's 10 a.m., the school hasn't finished yet and no company will get off work. The two were relatively speechless for a while.

"Lord Yingji, I think..." "Feiyu doesn't need to ask for instructions!" The little devil shook his hand and said, "It's a vacation now. Feiyu doesn't need to ask me for instructions."

"So, excuse me - by the way, can Lord Yingji use the TV?" Of course I will!" Then he was despised.

The two cousins were not surprised by the fact that they took their boss home without saying a word, except for sighing, "It turns out that the devil is like this!" There is no other idea, and then it's lunch time--

"What? Mom and Dad won't come back at noon?!" The teenager rarely showed an unbelievable expression.

"Yes, so I'll trouble you to cook at noon today." The short-haired girl patted the teenager on the shoulder and said so. Seeing that the teenager was a little unwilling, she quietly came to the teenager's ear and said, "Do you want that guy to cook? Aren't you afraid of poisoning your boss?"

said the same thing.

Of course, the final lunch is still left to the little devil...

Half a month has not been long, but both of them (non-human) have been very satisfied.

"Well, let's say goodbye, but we will disturb you every year from now on." That's what the teenager said.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, this is your home!" The girl waved her hand and pushed the long-haired girl who had been standing behind without saying a word to the front. "It's rare for Feiyu to come back. Don't always look like nothing. Say something!"

The slender girl looked at Feiyu, and then turned her head to look at the hell demon with a bag in his hand, who was a very cute doll. She slowly stretched out her cold hands. Jiang Feiyu's right hand guided to the top of her head and narrowed her eyes slightly, which was still the calm and lack of bullying. Tone: "...often...come back."

Feeling the faint warmth and smooth hair in his hand, the teenager smiled.

"Ah, I will."

The teenager made such a promise.