Am I... dead?

Is this the world after death?

There are no five senses, no desires, and although they drift alone in the endless darkness, their hearts are surprisingly calm.

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"What's going on with this? Why are we assigned to us?"

"Hehehe... This happens occasionally."

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Who is speaking?

Before this...why can I still hear sounds?

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"Have you seen this before?"

"I have seen it a few times, it's very rare... Simply put, it is a special item that is 'replenished' from outside the 'Haven Sea'."

“Will this phenomenon affect 'balance'?”

"Hehe... on the contrary, this is a form of maintaining balance; whenever a soul is 'completely erased', that is, it is 'not even able to go to the sea of ​​the underworld', this foreign object needs to fill the amount of the subtracted."

"What should we do with it now? Do we need to use it?"

"Forget it, look at it, it obviously comes from a material universe where almost no supernatural phenomena exist; in that boring universe, most living creatures will not leave their souls after death. Even if they are left, their spiritual energy is extremely weak, and most of them will float in the atmosphere without spirits until they slowly disappear; that is to say... Although it is a very few heresy in that universe, when it comes here, it is not only very weak, but also has some subtle innate attributes..."

"Well...it looks like a 'insulator'."

"Yes, although this property can make it very strong resistance to all non-physical supernatural abilities, it will also limit its upper limit of its psychic energy. In 'we here', souls of this property have no room for development."

"'We're here'? That's what... have you come up with a bad idea again?"

"Hehehe...I do know a good place for it, where it should be more useful."

"Hmph, bored, I'll go and deal with the next batch, you can do whatever you want."

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They are talking about me.

This feeling of being criticized and then being merciless should be very bad, but I am not in a mood at all now.

Neither fear of the unknown nor the slightest anger.

I don’t even care much about whether the two voices just now were gods or ghosts.

This state of no desires and no desires is really unaccustomed to it.

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"Hehehe...Don't worry, once you regain your body, you will be out of this state immediately."

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Can you hear me?

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"sure."

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But I just made it in my mind... Well, I have no brain anymore, just like I don't have the mouth and vocal cords.

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"Hehe, don't think about those insignificant things, I'll ask you now... If I tell you that you can travel to another universe and be reborn, then do you want to be a man or a woman? A rich second generation or a powerful second generation? Which skin color should you want? What kind of height and appearance should you like?"

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Wow, I can choose all these myself, then isn’t my freshman like a game account creation in easy mode?

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"Hehehe...No, I'm just asking you, who said you want to meet your requirements?"

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ha?

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The guy who likes to laugh at the slutty no longer responded to me, and my consciousness gradually disappeared from his slutty laughter.

And when I regained consciousness again, my feelings as a human have all returned.

The strong discomfort all over my body is reminding me of the realism of being a human.

People are indeed very contradictory creatures. When I am in my soul, I feel that "life is worse than death", but after I really come to life, even if I am hungry and cold and have a lot of pain, I feel that it is better to live than to die.

The place where I woke up was an abandoned public toilet. According to my observation, the pipes were blocked; the air here was filled with a smell that made people feel that "it was no longer important to vomit or not", and a layer of sticky, yellow-brown liquid was accumulated on the entire toilet floor.

There is no doubt that the first thing I felt glad after being "resurrected" was that when I opened my eyes, I sat on the ground against the wall, rather than lying face down...

About a minute later, the strong chill prompted me to stand up and jump around in place while rubbing my arms.

I didn't even have to walk out of this toilet, and I knew that the temperature outside was no more than five degrees at this moment, and I was wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sports trousers, and I didn't even have pairs of shoes and socks on my feet.

Soon, I came to the bathroom and saw what I looked like in the broken mirror on the wall - a young white man with a long and messy hair, and no part of my body from skin to clothes was dirty, and I was ridiculously thin.

I sorted out my thoughts and quickly came to an obvious conclusion: I was probably reborn in a homeless man who had died of freezing to death in the public toilet.

However, I didn't feel any frustration about it, but I thought it was good.

If I was reborn as an old man in his nineties who was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't take care of himself, then my second life might be hopeless.

But now, although my body is cold and hungry, I still have many bruises on my body, and I don’t have any penies in my pocket, but at least he is still very young.

A person who still has a lot of time to live, even if he falls into a poor field, his life still has hope.

When you are hungry, go find food, and when you are cold, try to warm yourself up. If you can live one more day, you will make a profit every day. If you can make yourself better every day, you will make a big profit and make a special profit.

Don’t say that I have a healthy limbs and normal five senses; even if I have a few disabilities on my body, I don’t think it’s okay.

It’s great to be alive. Those who seek life because of a little setback... because of a little bit of work, love, or nothing at work don’t understand the value of life at all.

Perhaps it is because I "did once", now I have different views on many things.

With this idea, I walked out of the public toilet.

Judging from the sky, it was still early in the morning. The original owner of my body should have gone to the bathroom to spend the night because the weather was too cold last night and he was desperate. Unfortunately, he was still "freezing to death", otherwise I would not have had the appearance of "resurrendering the soul through the corpse".

In fact, the public toilet is not much warmer than the outside, because it is a toilet in the park. The entrance is designed with a T-shaped separation and a dummy exterior wall. There is no door at all, and the cold wind sways into it.

The first thing I did after I came out was to rub the sewage on my feet dry on the nearby soil. Wetting my feet would only make myself colder.

Then I started rummaging around the trash can, and successfully found a few pieces of rags to wrap my feet, and made two "sleeves" for myself.

While flipping through the garbage, I saw a lot of food that I ate halfway. Although some were still wrapped in wrapping paper, I thought about it and still didn't eat it.

There are too many bacteria in the trash cans, and even if the food is wrapped with paper, I can't take risks; after all, I'm just hungry now, and I can rely on myself to persist in hunger, but if I eat badly, I will cause inflammation or internal medicine diseases, medical support is required.

It didn't take me much time to get "clothing". About half an hour later, I walked out of the park and prepared to "beg for food".

When I passed by an alley outside the park, several guys who were burning around the iron bucket suddenly talked to me. I turned around and found that they were all dressed in rags, but they were much thicker than me, at least they were all real clothes.

I thought these people were showing kindness, but soon I found something wrong... The leader of them said to me in a sarcastic tone: "Your 'new clothes' is quite trendy, but I still like your old outfit more." After that, he pointed to the torn windbreaker on his body and laughed loudly. The two guys beside him also laughed with him.

Through their words, I quickly understood that these three guys robbed me last night, and they beat me, the former owner of my body, and snatched his coat and shoes, causing him to eventually freeze to death in the park toilet.

Therefore, the saying "Only the peers are naked hatred" is really reasonable, even the homeless industry is no exception.

After a moment, I walked away.

I ignored them and had no intention of revenge on them.

People like them are not worth remembering.

One day, they will die in a dirty shack, suffering from a disease that they themselves don't know what it is, in pain, lonely, and helplessness.

I don't need to do anything to them.

Some people have hope when they live, while others can only be liberated if they die.

For those who are willing to fall and fall and slowly decay, it is already a punishment for them to go.

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At noon, the temperature rose. Sitting in the sun was still cold, but it was basically tolerant.

This body is very weak. Even though I think my willpower is considered strong, I don’t have the energy to move around anymore.

I need to eat and replenish my body's calories, otherwise I may die again when the sun sets...

Of course, I also have a backup plan: if it really doesn't work, I found a chain fast food restaurant, rushed in, went over the counter, grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into my mouth, then rushed to the street while chewing, found a police car, and before the clerk chased me out and pulled me, I slapped on the hood of the police car and surrendered... If this plan goes well, then the place where I slept tonight would be settled.

But this is just a solution, and if possible, I still don't want to cause trouble for others.

I was lucky. At about one o'clock in the afternoon, a young man walked up to me and handed me a newly bought hot dog.
To be continued...