Chapter 1 The stranded Dead

In the center of the city, the endless traffic interprets the prosperity and busyness of the modern city. Each face clearly shows the owner's state of mind at this moment, either he is not talented, or he is happy, or he is a villain, or he can live by...

Of course, there is also confusion. He stood on the overpass, wandering, wandering...

From morning to noon, he just circled on the overpass, and many people passed by him, but no one looked at him. It seems that he is on the overpass, but there is no human existence.

I can't remember what happened, who I am, where it is, and I can't remember anything...

When I look around, I'm at a loss...

Look up and ask the sky, the sun is so dazzling...

It's night and tired. He sat on the stairs of the overpass, holding his chin in his hands, frowning, and recalling hard and in vain. Around the overpass, high-rise buildings are shining with neon lights.

"Big brother, are you also alone?"

It's been a whole day, and someone talked to him for the first time. It was a little boy about six or seven years old, wearing a cute cartoon knitted sweater and a pair of blue jeans.

"Are you talking to me?" He raised his head and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Great! Finally, someone can talk to me, big brother. Can you play with me? Can we make friends? The little boy smiled, very lively and vivid. The dark eyes are full of expectation.

"Well, of course. But why don't you go home so late? Mom and Dad should be worried. He wondered how the parents of the child could rest assured that the child would be alone outside at this late hour.

"They... they don't want me anymore. They ignore me. It's been a long time..." The little boy's eyes were full of water, his mouth curled, and he tried very hard not to cry.

"Why?" Looking at the little boy in front of him, it is difficult for him to imagine what kind of parents would have the heart to turn a deaf ear to this elf-like cute child.

"I... I don't know why..." The little boy's efforts were in vain, and two lines of tears made clear marks on his face. He stretched out a hand and gently wiped away the tears from the little boy's face, but he didn't find that the fingers that wiped the tears were still dry...

"Did you do something wrong and make your parents unhappy, so..." He guessed the truth of the matter, and the answer should be more reliable. Now, after children make mistakes, parents beat and scold less, but there are more cold treatment. Some parents even cruelly locked their children in a small dark room. In fact, the consequences of doing so are more serious than beating and scolding, and it is easy to hurt children's young hearts.

"No... it's not like that. Xiaoming is very obedient. Xiaoming will not make his parents unhappy..." The little boy shook his head and denied it.

Is the problem with the child's parents? He doesn't think the child in front of him is lying. Although most children nowadays are sensible early, they can often cheat adults. But looking at the child's appearance, it doesn't look like it.

"Children, do you remember where you live? Are your parents at home at this time? Otherwise, my brother will accompany you home to ask. Maybe your parents are just playing a game with you pretending to ignore you. He decided to go to his house with Xiaoming to see what was going on.

"Big brother, are you telling the truth? Did mom and dad really play games with me instead of don't want me? Xiaoming's eyes suddenly became bright, and his tone was full of surprise.

"Well, it must be like this." He touched Xiaoming's soft hair and felt very uncomfortable. Even if he lied to a child, even if it was kind, he felt guilty.

When he rang the doorbell, he opened the door was a middle-aged man with a little gloomy, with suspicion and vigilance in his eyes.

"Who are you looking for?" The middle-aged man's voice is a little hoarse.

"Hello, are you Xiaoming's father?" He asked politely and turned his head to look at the little boy in his hand. As soon as the little boy saw his father, he jumped on it excitedly, hugged his father's legs, and shouted "Dad!" Dad..."

"Well, I am. What can I do for you?" Middle-aged men are becoming more and more indifferent. It seems that he was very unhappy because someone mentioned his son's nickname. Moreover, he didn't even look at the son in front of him.

"Xiao Ming said that you ignored him..." As a father, his attitude towards his biological son made him very incomprehensible. Try to convince the other party to change their attitude. No matter what the reason is, you can't hurt the child, right?

"Neuropath!" The middle-aged man cursed fiercely and closed the door rudely.

"Who is it?" A haggard female voice sounded in the door.

"Honey, you are a psychopath, don't pay attention to him..." This is the answer of a middle-aged man.

"Woo-woo... Dad... still don't want Xiaoming..." The little boy stood sadly at the door, looked at the closed door, and burst into tears.

He is angry! I didn't expect that there would be such a father in the world. His own son turned a blind eye in front of him and scolded the kind-hearted man who took his son home as a psychopath. How can people be so cold! It is said that tigers don't eat children...

Ring the doorbell again...

"It must be that psycho again. Don't pay attention to him." Man's voice.

"Army, maybe Xiaoming knew this person before his death. Listen to what he said." Woman's voice.

He trembled all over and looked at Xiaoming's strange eyes. Was it wrong for the woman inside to say "before she was alive"? At this time, the door opened...

The woman's face is very beautiful, but there is a strong sadness on her face, which makes people feel sad. Xiaoming rushed up again, but the woman was still as indifferent as his husband.

"Mom! It's mom! But why didn't my mother pay attention to me..." Xiaoming muttered to himself when he saw this woman, and tears couldn't stop falling down.

He understood something in an instant and was struck by a bolt from the blue. It's not that parents don't want children, but that parents can't notice that the children still stay with them.

"Excuse me, who are you? What's the matter?" The woman is much more polite than the man just now, but the vigilance in her eyes is not much weak.

"Hello, madam. I'm the child's teacher. I want to know something about the child. Can I come to your house? The reason why he fabricated an identity in an instant was that he instinctively felt that what he should do might help Xiaoming and his parents.

Xiaoming on the side can't understand why the big brother lied to his mother. I just wanted to remind my mother not to be fooled, but I found that the eldest brother blinked his left eye mischievously. Is this also a game?

"Since you are the child's teacher, please come in and have a cup of tea. By the way, teacher, what's your last name?" The woman made a gesture of invitation and stood quietly by the door, waiting for the teacher to enter.

"Uh... My surname is Yue. I'm sorry to bother you so much." He scratched the back of his head and made up another surname at the first time. I don't know who I am, and I have to pretend to be someone else. This is...

Xiaoming's father sat on the sofa with a daily newspaper of the day in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on strange visitors, and his eyes were really not friendly. Xiaoming's mother went to the kitchen after the guests entered the door, thinking that she was going to boil water and make tea. As for Xiaoming, after following him into the house, he has been hiding behind him and pulling the corners of his clothes tightly. Maybe he is afraid that his parents will ignore him and be hit again.

"Xiao Ming hasn't come to school for a long time. As his teacher, I want to come and learn about the situation. Do you mind?" After sitting opposite the child's father, he looked kindly at Xiaoming's father, trying to dispel the other party's vigilance.

The man on the sofa frowned, put down the newspaper in his hand, and replied in a cold tone, "Xiao Ming had an accident half a month ago. Didn't the school inform you?" He always doubted the reason why the strange man came to the door.

"Ah! Sorry, if something happens to ordinary students, the school will inform the head teacher, and then the head teacher will tell the other teachers. Maybe the head teacher forgot to tell me. I'm sorry. Can you tell me what's wrong with Xiaoming?" His tone was very sincere and his attitude was very sincere, and he didn't look fake, which made the middle-aged man's vigilance disappear.

"Mr. Yue, please use tea." Xiaoming's mother put a cup of fragrant green tea in front of him, and then sat down beside her husband. After thanking him, he took a look at the little boy standing beside him and focused on the little boy's parents, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

"Xiao Ming's health has been bad since he was a child. He has congenital heart disease. Because the child's body is still developing and the heart has not been shaped, it is impossible to install a gambler through surgery. Xiao Ming's father began to speak in a hoarse and sad voice.

"We have been very careful not to let the child be stimulated and cause rapid emotional fluctuations, which will hurt the child's heart. Under our careful care, the child finally grew up safely to the age of seven.

"It's just that the accident still happened... Half a month ago, Xiaoming came home from school. When he passed by the overpass, there was a car accident under the bridge, and blood flowed all over the ground... Xiaoming was frightened and..."

When he arrived here, the child's father had already choked, and two lines of tears came out of his eyes. His wife patted his hands holding the leather surface of the sofa with the same sadness and pain.

He understood the cause and effect and fell into meditation...

Xiao Mingsheng's heart is not good, and he died of shock. This should be destined, not a horizontal death. And the child doesn't seem to be obsessed. He can move freely in the world to illustrate this. Generally speaking, the spirit of obsession cannot stay away from its place of stay.

According to it, Xiaoming should be automatically received to the hell through the dead soul receiving device of the hell, but why is he still in the world and not called to hell? He was puzzled and his eyebrows were deeply locked.

"But why do I know this? Who the hell am I?" Soon, he had new questions.