Devil’s Advent

I,

　　 Is it dead...

　　 Zheng Fan believes that he should be dead.

　　 However, moist, warm, long-lost warmth, slowly wandered on his body.

　　 In the beginning, this feeling was only faint and slight, which was difficult to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation began to become clearer and clearer.

　　 Is this the feeling of death?

　　 it seems,

　　 is not so unacceptable;

　　 even,

　　 is a little more comfortable.

　　 The input of nerves is like a dry channel being reintroduced into running water. It is a gradual process from moisturizing the cracked ground to moistening and finally to water storage.

　　 With all this unfolding, Zheng Fan's perception of the outside world has become more and more sensitive.

　　 He can feel his hands, his feet, and the warm liquid dripping from his chest.

　　 A weird thought began to emerge from his consciousness,

　　 Zheng Fan began to doubt,

　　 myself,

　　 really dead?

　　 No one knows what happens after death. Even though the studio's friends had created many horror stories about ghosts, they were just imaginary after all.

　　 After all, people who have died can't write a few hundred words like a primary school student.

　　 Zheng Fan began to try to do something. The first thing he did was to open his eyes.

　　 At this time, he felt like Yugong Yishan. On the one hand, the perception of various parts of the body was quickly recovering. On the other hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

　　 seems to have fallen into a state of a ghost press, wanting to resist, but only a futile struggle is left.

　　 "Dangdang!"

　　 there is a sound,

　　 was a splash of heat immediately.

　　 Under this stimulus, Zheng Fan finally opened his eyes.

　　 The line of sight was blurry at first, and could perceive a little light, but couldn't image.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a shadow struck, and he began to wipe his face continuously while blocking his sight time and time again.

　　 Like a person who just woke up, washing his face with a hot towel, it is indeed refreshing for a period of time.

　　 Zheng Fan's line of sight began to become clearer and clearer.

　　 First, what he saw was a face, the face of a girl who was about fourteen or five years old.

　　 The girl is wearing a simple long dress, holding a copper washbasin in one hand, and a towel in the other, looking at herself nervously.

so,

　　 Was I just woken up by the girl who missed a pot of hot water?

　　 And the warm and comfortable feeling that she felt before is she wiping her body?

　　 The girl was very frightened, because her negligence poured a pot of hot water on the noble person, and this noble person was told by her mother to take good care of her.

　　 For the past six months, her job has been to serve him, even if he has been in a coma without waking up, but she did not dare to slack off. The most obvious evidence is that this man has been in bed for half a year and he has not even had a bed sore.

　　 Those who have really taken care of bedridden patients know that there are no bedsores on the patient, so much effort is required.

　　 But the girl didn't complain at all, and she was very grateful for the job.

In other words, this man is her life. If anything goes wrong with her, according to her mother's temperament, she might be kicked directly into the red tent in the hook to receive those stinky guests. .

　　 Mom's temper is not good, and it is very bad.

　　 If I let my mother know that I made a mistake and found the bed wet, I...

　　 The girl’s absence did not last too long, because she suddenly discovered that the man’s eyes had actually opened!

　　 The girl blinked,

　　 Zheng Fan blinked.

　　 4.5 seconds of silence,

"what!!"

　　 The girl let out a scream,

　　 This cry made Zheng Fan's brain twitch when he just awakened, and he was about to be called to faint again. It was a pity that this girl didn't practice soprano.

　　 "Mom, he woke up, he woke up!!"

　　 The girl turned around and ran out of the room while shouting.

　　 In the room, it was finally quiet, and only Zheng Fan was left.

　　 Zheng Fan tried to move his hands and feet. At first, he felt a little numb, but he quickly found a support point. He got up from the bed with some difficulty, and got out of the bed with his hands on the bed.

　　 The legs are a little soft, but fortunately, I have been prepared to maintain my balance before falling directly to the ground.

　　 After breathing hard for a while, Zheng Fan released his hands again and allowed himself to stand completely on the ground, but his back was slightly bent, his center of gravity slightly squatted, and he was still a little careful to maintain stability.

　　 The whole process is a bit like a newborn baby learning to walk again. This body seems to be a bit too weak, already sweating.

　　 At this moment, Zheng Fan thought about the room. The wooden structure is a bit old. The furnishings in the room are also very retro. There is a dressing table in the corner with a bronze mirror on it.

　　 "This is..."

　　 According to the layout of the room where you are now, if you exclude the ridiculous possibility that you are now sent to the Hengdian Affiliated Hospital,

　　 This is myself,

　　 Crossed?

　　 As a creator, Zheng Fan is naturally familiar with the word "traversal", but he really didn't expect it to happen to him.

　　 staggered to the front of the dressing table, looking at the bronze mirror.

Almost no one has ever heard of bronze mirrors, but there should not be many that have seen and used them with their own eyes. After all, things have been eliminated for many years, but when Zheng Fan stood in front of the mirror, he was also affected by the bronze mirror. The effect is a little surprised.

　　 Although it is definitely not better than the glass mirrors of later generations, the effect is much better than what I imagined.

　　 Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and touched his face while looking at the mirror. In the mirror, it was his own face. Well, it seems that it’s not the soul wear...

Moreover, the face in the mirror is somewhat different from when I died. Before euthanasia, I was already skinny due to the torture of the disease, but now, it seems that there is more flesh on my face, although it is still a little thin. And pale, but it is acceptable to normal people.

　　 lowered his head, Zheng Qiang noticed that he was naked, not only without a shirt.

　　 It's just that when I woke up earlier, I really didn't notice this for a while.

　　 Once a person has no clothes on his body, it is easy to feel insecure, especially in this unfamiliar environment, this kind of anxiety will be more intense.

　　 Thinking about it now, that girl is rubbing herself?

　　 What Zheng Fan didn't know was that the girl had wiped his body almost every day for the past six months.

　　 It was still the girl who accidentally splashed a basin of water on her face.

　　 To the right of the dressing table, there is a chair with a set of clothes on it.

　　 This suit is very familiar. It is a sweater. The main color is black with a little dark red. At the same time, there is a pair of boots under the chair.

This is the clothes Zheng Fan wore when he committed suicide. He likes this style of clothes. He has designed and made many sets of his own, because he feels that the sweater can bring himself a sense of security, especially when he wears the sweater. When the hat is put down to cover most of your face, you can give yourself the peace you need.

With some difficulty putting on clothes and boots, Zheng Fan was so tired that he could only sit on a chair and leaned on the dressing table and panted for breath. The body that just woke up was indeed too weak, but no matter what What? It's much better than the sick body when I committed suicide. At the very least, this body should be able to recover a lot after resting and conditioning for a period of time.

　　 At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed that a figure appeared at the door, and he immediately looked up while he was still breathing.

　　 For a time,

　　 Zheng Fan’s whole person was shocked,

At the door of the room, there was a woman standing in her thirty-fifth and sixty-five years old. At this time, she was wearing a blue long dress with a phoenix hairpin on her head. Her lips were red and she was charming. This is a **** *'S age, and this woman, has the elegance of temperament and the plumpness of the body.

　　Of course, no matter how beautiful this woman is, no matter how coquettish she is, it’s not the point, and it’s not enough to surprise Zheng Fan. What really shocked Zheng Fan is that,

　　He,

　　 know this woman!

　　 And,

　　He once painted this woman himself!

　　 "Wind...Feng Si Niang?"

　　 Zheng Fan feels that he is dreaming. Is it possible that once a person dies, he will enter an endless dream?

　　 In this way, it seems that death is no longer a terrible thing, but a kind of liberation in pursuit of freedom.

　　 The woman looked at Zheng Fan standing in front of her,

　　'S mouth was slightly opened, and there was a sparkle in his eyes. For a while, his red lips were lightly opened and he was laughing, and the tears were crying, and he was already in the extreme.

　　 to the end,

　　 The woman simply put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, her knees bent,

　　 weeping channel:

　　 "Lord, you finally woke up!"