Changsha (1) is 20 12.

I died on 20 12 12 2 1. It is said that the end of the world predicted by Maya is true. For me, that day was the end of my world, and I was in Furong Middle Road. At the moment of crossing the road, a speeding taxi hit me. When I saw it clearly, it was too late to walk away. The car in front hit me. I clearly heard the sound of broken leg bones, and then I flew into the sky.

I watched my body fall to the ground, and the whole world turned dark blue in my eyes. The cotton-padded jacket just bought the day before yesterday was torn open, and cotton wool floated in the air like a snow, which should be the earliest snow that year.

At this time, I guess I am dead, and my soul has floated over the city. The feeling after death is not like what the book says, there is black and white impermanence hooking my soul, or an angel appears to guide me to fly to heaven. What is the soul? It is said that at the moment of death, the body weight will be reduced by a few grams, and these grams are the weight of this person's soul. This has not been proved to me. I can still feel my weight and control it. I can walk like alive and float into the sky like weightlessness.

I was a bodyguard. I have been escorting famous singers in He Long Gymnasium for many times, and I am also the head of security department in Hunan Radio and Television. I have a strong reaction ability. At the moment when the car killed me, I quickly remembered the driver's appearance and license plate number, although it is useless now. After the driver got off the bus, he came to see my body in a hurry, and the people around him rushed over and stopped the water around this road with my body as the center. In the confusion, I saw the driver slip out of the crowd.

Want to run?

I don't know what I can change with my strength. After all, I am just a newborn baby in this "new" world. I instinctively followed his trail and floated out. He runs so fast that I wonder if he murdered me intentionally or was sent by some "upper class" to destroy my body. In my job, I always offend many people.

Soon, he verified my idea. After leaving the crowd, he flashed and quickly approached the parking lot under Furong Square. After looking around, he got on a white Audi. I drifted in behind him, only to see him quickly change his clothes, take off the wig on his head, pull off the fake beard on his chin, then take out a bottle of cleansing oil to take off the makeup on his face, and finally take out a pen and point two moles on his right face and right eyelid respectively. The whole person seems to have been easily distinguished from the image and appearance of the taxi driver before, and completely turned into another person.

How would he react if he knew I was sitting in the back of his car and watched him finish? Everything becomes interesting.

He pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove to wuyi avenue. I drifted from the back seat to the co-pilot position, and I kept looking at him. A man with a long nose and a small face looks very delicate, about 20 years old. But the look on his face was calm, as if killing me just now was as easy as stepping on an ant.

At this moment, I'm a little fidgety. If this man is a professional killer, he may not be too young, but it is definitely not the first time to kill. But if he is a killer, such a quick response must have been trained and grown up at an early age. What kind of person hired this killer to kill me?

After a while, the car drove downstairs to Shanghai Pudong Development Bank.

I am familiar with this building, called Henglong Building. I did a very boring thing before I died. When I was in college, on the evening of July 15, I went to explore the place called Butterfly House opposite Henglong House with a group of courageous friends. At that time, the gates of hell were wide open. It is said that the 13 floor of that building is haunted. Hang Lung Mansion is facing Butterfly Mansion13rd floor, where there is a big gossip. Before going up, we asked the staff of the clothing store downstairs why there was so much gossip on it. A female employee with small eyes mysteriously told us that because there was a fire on the third floor of/kloc-0, everyone on the first floor was burned to death, and the haunted building was restless, so the person in charge invited the master to cast spells and gossip in the opposite building. Suddenly our interest increased greatly, and a bunch of people hurried to press the elevator. There is no 13 floor in the elevator. We went to 12 floor first, and then tried to enter 13 floor through the emergency exit. Naturally, I didn't find anything, so I went straight to the14th floor.

I still remember the cool smell of the security passage on the 12 floor. After that trip, all five people had a high fever, and they didn't know if there were really ghosts.

When I think of my friends in those years, I suddenly feel very unwilling. The fortune teller said I could live to be 80, and I'm only 40 now.

After getting off the bus, the delicate man looked around and made sure that no one was following him before entering the building. He calmly entered the elevator and pressed 13 floor.

13 floor? What a coincidence.

When the elevator opened, several characters came into view: Yunzhong (Hunan) Environmental Technology Co., Ltd.

"Gao, why are you here?" When a man who was just in a hurry to go out saw him, he said with a mouthful of plastic, "Hurry up, don't forget to make an appointment with a customer in restaurant No.7 at twelve o'clock, and get ready quickly."

"OK, Mr. Liu." Gao Xiao answer went in, I quickly followed.

It turns out that this delicate man is Gao Lingsheng, 22 years old, a student of Hunan Normal University, and now he is an intern in this company. I looked through this person's file, nothing special. I can't help wondering, what is this person's identity? One minute he absconded from murder, and the next he became an intern, showing great respect to everyone. If I hadn't witnessed the whole process of his escape, I wouldn't believe he was a murderer. But the truth is in front of my eyes, this little boy is a killing machine, the murderer who killed me.

After a while, he sorted out the information and went out with a big bag of garbage.

The midday sun shone on my face like an illusion. At that moment, I felt that I was not dead. I just went to the wrong office. Although the sunshine in winter is dazzling, it does not bring warmth to people, but makes the windows brighter and brighter. From here, I can see that the glass of the Butterfly Building opposite is reflecting the Henglong Building and the huge gossip.

Gao Lingsheng couldn't find any clues here for the time being, so I didn't hesitate again and drifted to the accident site.

The scene was crowded with people, three police cars and an ambulance were parked next to it, and several doctors were struggling to carry me to the stretcher.

"Officer, can you clear this place? How can I get out when the road is blocked? It was blocked for a long time when you came. " A young doctor said to an idle policeman. Most policemen here are arrogant. After hearing what he said, his brow wrinkled and he was about to have an attack. Next to him, a policeman who looked like a leader came over, winked at the police and began to evacuate the crowd.

"Yang elder brother, this person is, 40 years old. Now I live in Linkan Hospital next to Guangji Bridge. He is divorced and has a son of 17 years old. " A policeman who knows the situation said to the leader. Seeing that Brother Yang didn't speak, he seemed to remember something and said, "He's not dead yet. He should be sent to the rescue first."

What? I'm not dead yet? I'm crazy. How can I not die?

"Hurry, take him to the hospital, and then contact his son, you," he turned to the others. "You go back first and I'll go to the hospital." Greeted the others to get into the police car, and he followed them into the ambulance.

Looking at me lying on a stretcher, I felt a little strange, just like an actor painting special effects clothes. My face was black and blue, my leg was broken, my left arm was scratched with a big hole, and the bones on my shoulder were ground out. I'm not dead in this photo. I can't bear to watch any more. Although I didn't feel any pain, I felt unspeakable sadness and regret. Why me? My son, what should my son do?

At this time, a strong emotion poured out of my heart like a flood. For an instant, my finger seemed to touch me. When I look carefully, I look at myself from the perspective of a doctor! Before I could panic, I changed my perspective in an instant, and all I could see was the dazzling light on my head. There was a sharp pain on my body, as if I had been baked by high temperature, and some childhood memories flashed through my mind.

"He blinked ... as if there was hope ..." All kinds of voices filled my ears.

I looked at Brother Yang next to me and struggled to spit out a few words from my mouth: "My son …" Before I finished, I was pulled out of my body by a powerful gravity.

What was that just now? I seem to be attached to a doctor, and then I returned to my body.

At this time, it was the noon class time of geological middle school, and the car was blocked on the road for a while. Doctors are worried. After all, everyone has to be saved. Don't waste your life on the road. Fortunately, after this section of the road, the ambulance went straight into the Second Xiangya Hospital. After helping me pay for the operation, Brother Yang sat on the bench outside the hospital and smoked. I sat next to him and looked at him, wondering why an ordinary policeman should be so kind to me. In today's society, basically, if you have money, you can do it. If you don't have money, you have no reason to do it. After all, it's not my duty. As a policeman, I have basically done my duty and handed you over to the doctor. I stared at his face for a long time, but I still couldn't figure it out. The only explanation is that he is a good policeman, that's all.

My son's name is Fang Yi. He is a senior three student in No.11 Middle School opposite his home and has a music class. Whenever I am exhausted and exhausted, I will think of him and always feel very proud.

I saw him coming in a hurry, looking in all directions at the door for a while, and then found Yang Dage. Brother Yang told him everything, and he burst into tears when he was in a hurry. This boy always complains that I am not at home with him at ordinary times. Crying at the moment really makes me happy and distressed. His mother divorced me when he was five years old, then immigrated to America and married a white man. Now that I'm gone, I'll rely on him from now on.

Be strong, young man. Dad is always here.

As a result of the operation, I became a vegetable. This result is naturally a fatal blow to the other party. For a senior three student, I only hope that he can study hard and be admitted to the Conservatory of Music, but now he has to take care of me every day. I felt guilty, so I decided to try my best to wake me up again.

Maybe it's my usual personality. I don't blindly want to get back at the people who hurt me. More likely, there will be no thoughts of revenge. But now, I must start looking for a way to get me back to this world. Even if I am shocked, I will do whatever it takes to make my killer pay for it.