Chapter 1: Why is the underworld like the world
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Chapter 1 Why the Hell is like the Human World
A huge beam of sunlight shines into the bedroom through the glass tiles on the roof. In the light beam, flying dust is swirling, which looks extremely beautiful; the red-painted wardrobe looks a little dark red. Several quilts were wrapped in cloth and stacked neatly on top of the wooden cabinet.
On a wooden cabinet, there are some messy things, as well as a Panda brand black and white TV.
The dressing table next to the bed shows that this room has a mistress.
A man was lying on the bed. He seemed to be in great pain at the moment, his face was grim, and there were rice-sized beads of sweat on his forehead.
Are you having some kind of nightmare?
"what!"
The man stood up suddenly, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling.
After a while, it calmed down again.
His eyes were a little numb, and he turned his head slightly. Everything in front of him felt horrifyingly familiar.
Uncle Songlin's house!
Suddenly, such a memory appeared in my mind; yes, this is like Uncle Songlin’s bedroom, and I often came to Uncle Songlin’s house to play when I was young.
Uncle Songlin is called Han Songlin, he is an uncle with the same surname who is about to leave the fifth server; as far as I remember, he is a very good person.
Haven't seen him for many years.
"Why am I here? Is it a dream?"
The man silently determined whether there was any danger around him, and slowly got up. There was a pair of cloth slippers beside the bed.
I staggered a little, and my head hurt a little!
rubbed his forehead and felt the sweat on his forehead!
Put your palm in front of your eyes, looking at the water stains on your palm strangely.
What a clear feeling!
Isn't this a dream? Why does it feel so clear?
Dreaming?
It's not a dream anymore!
Come to think of it, I'm dead.
Had a car accident and died!
At a turn, the motorcycle he was riding collided with a car, and he was directly knocked off the cliff.
Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, facing the fear of death, makes people feel really uncomfortable.
There was a trace of misery on his face, and he died.
"That is to say, here, the underworld? But, why, this underworld is different from what you imagined. Can you still retain consciousness after death?"
"Wait, you can become a ghost after you die. I should be a ghost now! Then, can I return my yang?"
Being a ghost is better than being a man!
The headache subsided slowly, and Han Ze breathed a sigh of relief. The pain was really unbearable.
Although the headache gradually subsided, Han Ze could still feel the swelling of his head.
Really weird!
Do ghosts have to go through this?
Han Ze stood up slowly as he stretched out his hand to support the dressing table next to him.
Take two steps forward, fortunately, you can walk steadily.
Then, Han Ze suddenly stopped and looked sideways at the dressing table; this is a very old-fashioned dressing table, and from the current point of view, it looks a bit old-fashioned.
The entire dressing table is painted with red paint, apparently as a dowry; the red paint is no longer bright, and has been used for a certain period of time.
Han Ze saw this dressing table when he was a child, and there is still a very beautiful picture in his memory; the beautiful aunt is sitting in front of the dressing table to do her makeup.
Auntie's face, I can't remember clearly; anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin's wife is very beautiful.
Unfortunately, Uncle Songlin divorced Han Ze when he was a few years old.
The reason, he doesn't know.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Han Ze looked at the face in the mirror in astonishment!
This is a very handsome and heroic face!
I have finger-length hair that was popular in the 1990s, and it's a bit messy; but it still doesn't affect anything, but it's a little uninhibited.
"Uncle Songlin!"
Han Ze didn't know what kind of reaction he should make. He touched his face, felt it carefully, and stared fixedly at the mirror.
Finally, Han Ze was discouraged!
I seem to have become Uncle Matsubayashi?
how come?
I don't know how long it has passed, Han Ze came back to his senses, and stared at the mirror for a while.
I have to sigh in my heart, Uncle Songlin was really handsome when he was young!
Uncle Songlin had served in the army, so his body shape, needless to say, was very standard.
Even though Uncle Songlin is getting old, his body shape has not changed, except for a small belly.
In terms of face shape, he is still a handsome old man!
Standing up slowly, Han Ze felt a little weak in his legs, which was a natural reaction after sitting for a long time.
Out of the bedroom, it is the main room!
The shrine is placed in the middle!
A small wooden table, covered with a piece of paper, colorful!
On the small wooden table, there are statues of Guanyin, Jade Emperor, God of Wealth, etc.!
Very familiar sight!
Han Ze saw it when he was a child!
I heard that when Uncle Songlin was young, he was crazy for a few years.
In the past, Han Ze didn't pay too much attention to these things, nor did he understand them.
Anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin is quite normal.
Play with a group of children.
At that time, Han Ze liked to go to Uncle Songlin's house very much. At that time, Uncle Songlin had already found a new wife.
Every time, I will prepare delicious food for Han Ze and the others.
One summer vacation, Han Ze still remembered that they played mahjong at Uncle Songlin's house every day.
Well, Uncle Songlin taught Han Ze Mahjong when he was a child.
Mahjong is taught by Uncle Songlin for all the children in the Han family.
Why is Uncle Songlin crazy?
Suddenly doubts emerged in his heart, he looked at the open door of the main room, but he was inside and could not see anyone.
Han Ze was a little puzzled again, but he didn't care, but looked at the glass photo frame hanging on the wall.
Above, are some photos.
There is a photo among them, which is a group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.
Uncle Songlin was a soldier!
Han Ze also heard from his father that if it weren't for the second mother-in-law, Uncle Songlin would have stayed in the army and would never come back.
Calculated according to the time above, Uncle Songlin was in the army in the 1980s!
It is the period of self-defense counterattack!
Wait, Han Ze felt as if he had found the truth.
Thinking about it, he walked back to the bedroom and picked up his shirt.
Six pack abs, well, that's not important, it's the abdominal scars that matter!
Uncle Songlin has several scars on his body.
"War Trauma Syndrome!"
Everything seems to make sense!
Why did Uncle Matsubayashi go crazy for several years after retiring and returning home.
I see!
Or rather, it should be.
In this era, there is no such concept at all.
"So, Uncle Songlin was on the battlefield!" Han Ze really didn't know about this before, it seems that Uncle Songlin never told anyone.
Even, Uncle Songlin never mentioned when he was a soldier.
This is so abnormal!
As an elder, no matter what, he would tell his glorious deeds in front of the younger generation.
Is there any reason behind this?
Han Ze stood in front of the photo frame again, looking at the group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.
Suddenly, Han Ze felt a palpitation.
"Are they, are they still alive?"
Han Ze suddenly felt his heart beating faster, and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.
It hurts!
Involuntarily, the body slowly squatted down, and then curled up together.
In the mouth, there are still roars!
Hurrah!
There was a loud gasp, Han Ze opened his mouth, staring at the beams, feeling the cool air coming from the concrete floor.
died!
are all dead!
In the picture, there is a tragic scene of war, with comrades in arms constantly falling around.
Live by yourself!
With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Ze suddenly understood a lot.
Here is not a hell, it is still in the world.
I, Han Ze; now I have returned to thirty years ago, reborn as my cousin Han Songlin.
Han Songlin, who has psychological problems due to war trauma, is crazy in the eyes of others!
It's the early summer of 1992!
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 1 Why the Hell is like the Human World
A huge beam of sunlight shines into the bedroom through the glass tiles on the roof. In the light beam, flying dust is swirling, which looks extremely beautiful; the red-painted wardrobe looks a little dark red. Several quilts were wrapped in cloth and stacked neatly on top of the wooden cabinet.
On a wooden cabinet, there are some messy things, as well as a Panda brand black and white TV.
The dressing table next to the bed shows that this room has a mistress.
A man was lying on the bed. He seemed to be in great pain at the moment, his face was grim, and there were rice-sized beads of sweat on his forehead.
Are you having some kind of nightmare?
"what!"
The man stood up suddenly, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling.
After a while, it calmed down again.
His eyes were a little numb, and he turned his head slightly. Everything in front of him felt horrifyingly familiar.
Uncle Songlin's house!
Suddenly, such a memory appeared in my mind; yes, this is like Uncle Songlin’s bedroom, and I often came to Uncle Songlin’s house to play when I was young.
Uncle Songlin is called Han Songlin, he is an uncle with the same surname who is about to leave the fifth server; as far as I remember, he is a very good person.
Haven't seen him for many years.
"Why am I here? Is it a dream?"
The man silently determined whether there was any danger around him, and slowly got up. There was a pair of cloth slippers beside the bed.
I staggered a little, and my head hurt a little!
rubbed his forehead and felt the sweat on his forehead!
Put your palm in front of your eyes, looking at the water stains on your palm strangely.
What a clear feeling!
Isn't this a dream? Why does it feel so clear?
Dreaming?
It's not a dream anymore!
Come to think of it, I'm dead.
Had a car accident and died!
At a turn, the motorcycle he was riding collided with a car, and he was directly knocked off the cliff.
Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, facing the fear of death, makes people feel really uncomfortable.
There was a trace of misery on his face, and he died.
"That is to say, here, the underworld? But, why, this underworld is different from what you imagined. Can you still retain consciousness after death?"
"Wait, you can become a ghost after you die. I should be a ghost now! Then, can I return my yang?"
Being a ghost is better than being a man!
The headache subsided slowly, and Han Ze breathed a sigh of relief. The pain was really unbearable.
Although the headache gradually subsided, Han Ze could still feel the swelling of his head.
Really weird!
Do ghosts have to go through this?
Han Ze stood up slowly as he stretched out his hand to support the dressing table next to him.
Take two steps forward, fortunately, you can walk steadily.
Then, Han Ze suddenly stopped and looked sideways at the dressing table; this is a very old-fashioned dressing table, and from the current point of view, it looks a bit old-fashioned.
The entire dressing table is painted with red paint, apparently as a dowry; the red paint is no longer bright, and has been used for a certain period of time.
Han Ze saw this dressing table when he was a child, and there is still a very beautiful picture in his memory; the beautiful aunt is sitting in front of the dressing table to do her makeup.
Auntie's face, I can't remember clearly; anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin's wife is very beautiful.
Unfortunately, Uncle Songlin divorced Han Ze when he was a few years old.
The reason, he doesn't know.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Han Ze looked at the face in the mirror in astonishment!
This is a very handsome and heroic face!
I have finger-length hair that was popular in the 1990s, and it's a bit messy; but it still doesn't affect anything, but it's a little uninhibited.
"Uncle Songlin!"
Han Ze didn't know what kind of reaction he should make. He touched his face, felt it carefully, and stared fixedly at the mirror.
Finally, Han Ze was discouraged!
I seem to have become Uncle Matsubayashi?
how come?
I don't know how long it has passed, Han Ze came back to his senses, and stared at the mirror for a while.
I have to sigh in my heart, Uncle Songlin was really handsome when he was young!
Uncle Songlin had served in the army, so his body shape, needless to say, was very standard.
Even though Uncle Songlin is getting old, his body shape has not changed, except for a small belly.
In terms of face shape, he is still a handsome old man!
Standing up slowly, Han Ze felt a little weak in his legs, which was a natural reaction after sitting for a long time.
Out of the bedroom, it is the main room!
The shrine is placed in the middle!
A small wooden table, covered with a piece of paper, colorful!
On the small wooden table, there are statues of Guanyin, Jade Emperor, God of Wealth, etc.!
Very familiar sight!
Han Ze saw it when he was a child!
I heard that when Uncle Songlin was young, he was crazy for a few years.
In the past, Han Ze didn't pay too much attention to these things, nor did he understand them.
Anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin is quite normal.
Play with a group of children.
At that time, Han Ze liked to go to Uncle Songlin's house very much. At that time, Uncle Songlin had already found a new wife.
Every time, I will prepare delicious food for Han Ze and the others.
One summer vacation, Han Ze still remembered that they played mahjong at Uncle Songlin's house every day.
Well, Uncle Songlin taught Han Ze Mahjong when he was a child.
Mahjong is taught by Uncle Songlin for all the children in the Han family.
Why is Uncle Songlin crazy?
Suddenly doubts emerged in his heart, he looked at the open door of the main room, but he was inside and could not see anyone.
Han Ze was a little puzzled again, but he didn't care, but looked at the glass photo frame hanging on the wall.
Above, are some photos.
There is a photo among them, which is a group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.
Uncle Songlin was a soldier!
Han Ze also heard from his father that if it weren't for the second mother-in-law, Uncle Songlin would have stayed in the army and would never come back.
Calculated according to the time above, Uncle Songlin was in the army in the 1980s!
It is the period of self-defense counterattack!
Wait, Han Ze felt as if he had found the truth.
Thinking about it, he walked back to the bedroom and picked up his shirt.
Six pack abs, well, that's not important, it's the abdominal scars that matter!
Uncle Songlin has several scars on his body.
"War Trauma Syndrome!"
Everything seems to make sense!
Why did Uncle Matsubayashi go crazy for several years after retiring and returning home.
I see!
Or rather, it should be.
In this era, there is no such concept at all.
"So, Uncle Songlin was on the battlefield!" Han Ze really didn't know about this before, it seems that Uncle Songlin never told anyone.
Even, Uncle Songlin never mentioned when he was a soldier.
This is so abnormal!
As an elder, no matter what, he would tell his glorious deeds in front of the younger generation.
Is there any reason behind this?
Han Ze stood in front of the photo frame again, looking at the group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.
Suddenly, Han Ze felt a palpitation.
"Are they, are they still alive?"
Han Ze suddenly felt his heart beating faster, and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.
It hurts!
Involuntarily, the body slowly squatted down, and then curled up together.
In the mouth, there are still roars!
Hurrah!
There was a loud gasp, Han Ze opened his mouth, staring at the beams, feeling the cool air coming from the concrete floor.
died!
are all dead!
In the picture, there is a tragic scene of war, with comrades in arms constantly falling around.
Live by yourself!
With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Ze suddenly understood a lot.
Here is not a hell, it is still in the world.
I, Han Ze; now I have returned to thirty years ago, reborn as my cousin Han Songlin.
Han Songlin, who has psychological problems due to war trauma, is crazy in the eyes of others!
It's the early summer of 1992!
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 1 Why the Hell is like the Human WorldA huge beam of sunlight shines into the bedroom through the glass tiles on the roof. In the light beam, flying dust is swirling, which looks extremely beautiful; the red-painted wardrobe looks a little dark red. Several quilts were wrapped in cloth and stacked neatly on top of the wooden cabinet.On a wooden cabinet, there are some messy things, as well as a Panda brand black and white TV.The dressing table next to the bed shows that this room has a mistress.A man was lying on the bed. He seemed to be in great pain at the moment, his face was grim, and there were rice-sized beads of sweat on his forehead. Are you having some kind of nightmare? "what!"The man stood up suddenly, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling. After a while, it calmed down again. His eyes were a little numb, and he turned his head slightly. Everything in front of him felt horrifyingly familiar.Uncle Songlin's house!Suddenly, such a memory appeared in my mind; yes, this is like Uncle Songlin's bedroom, and I often came to Uncle Songlin's house to play when I was young.Uncle Songlin is called Han Songlin, he is an uncle with the same surname who is about to leave the fifth server; as far as I remember, he is a very good person. Haven't seen him for many years. "Why am I here? Is it a dream?"The man silently determined whether there was any danger around him, and slowly got up. There was a pair of cloth slippers beside the bed. I staggered a little, and my head hurt a little! rubbed his forehead and felt the sweat on his forehead!Put your palm in front of your eyes, looking at the water stains on your palm strangely.What a clear feeling! Isn't this a dream? Why does it feel so clear? Dreaming? It's not a dream anymore! Come to think of it, I'm dead. Had a car accident and died! At a turn, the motorcycle he was riding collided with a car, and he was directly knocked off the cliff. Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, facing the fear of death, makes people feel really uncomfortable. There was a trace of misery on his face, and he died. "That is to say, here, the underworld? But, why, this underworld is different from what you imagined. Can you still retain consciousness after death?" "Wait, you can become a ghost after you die. I should be a ghost now! Then, can I return my yang?"Being a ghost is better than being a man!The headache subsided slowly, and Han Ze breathed a sigh of relief. The pain was really unbearable.Although the headache gradually subsided, Han Ze could still feel the swelling of his head. Really weird! Do ghosts have to go through this?Han Ze stood up slowly as he stretched out his hand to support the dressing table next to him. Take two steps forward, fortunately, you can walk steadily.Then, Han Ze suddenly stopped and looked sideways at the dressing table; this is a very old-fashioned dressing table, and from the current point of view, it looks a bit old-fashioned.The entire dressing table is painted with red paint, apparently as a dowry; the red paint is no longer bright, and has been used for a certain period of time.Han Ze saw this dressing table when he was a child, and there is still a very beautiful picture in his memory; the beautiful aunt is sitting in front of the dressing table to do her makeup.Auntie's face, I can't remember clearly; anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin's wife is very beautiful.Unfortunately, Uncle Songlin divorced Han Ze when he was a few years old.The reason, he doesn't know.Sitting in front of the dressing table, Han Ze looked at the face in the mirror in astonishment! This is a very handsome and heroic face! I have finger-length hair that was popular in the 1990s, and it's a bit messy; but it still doesn't affect anything, but it's a little uninhibited. "Uncle Songlin!"Han Ze didn't know what kind of reaction he should make. He touched his face, felt it carefully, and stared fixedly at the mirror.Finally, Han Ze was discouraged!I seem to have become Uncle Matsubayashi? how come? I don't know how long it has passed, Han Ze came back to his senses, and stared at the mirror for a while.I have to sigh in my heart, Uncle Songlin was really handsome when he was young!Uncle Songlin had served in the army, so his body shape, needless to say, was very standard.Even though Uncle Songlin is getting old, his body shape has not changed, except for a small belly. In terms of face shape, he is still a handsome old man! Standing up slowly, Han Ze felt a little weak in his legs, which was a natural reaction after sitting for a long time.Out of the bedroom, it is the main room! The shrine is placed in the middle!A small wooden table, covered with a piece of paper, colorful!On the small wooden table, there are statues of Guanyin, Jade Emperor, God of Wealth, etc.! Very familiar sight! Han Ze saw it when he was a child! I heard that when Uncle Songlin was young, he was crazy for a few years.In the past, Han Ze didn't pay too much attention to these things, nor did he understand them.Anyway, in Han Ze's memory, Uncle Songlin is quite normal. Play with a group of children.At that time, Han Ze liked to go to Uncle Songlin's house very much. At that time, Uncle Songlin had already found a new wife. Every time, I will prepare delicious food for Han Ze and the others. One summer vacation, Han Ze still remembered that they played mahjong at Uncle Songlin's house every day. Well, Uncle Songlin taught Han Ze Mahjong when he was a child.Mahjong is taught by Uncle Songlin for all the children in the Han family.Why is Uncle Songlin crazy?Suddenly doubts emerged in his heart, he looked at the open door of the main room, but he was inside and could not see anyone.Han Ze was a little puzzled again, but he didn't care, but looked at the glass photo frame hanging on the wall.Above, are some photos.There is a photo among them, which is a group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.Uncle Songlin was a soldier!Han Ze also heard from his father that if it weren't for the second mother-in-law, Uncle Songlin would have stayed in the army and would never come back. Calculated according to the time above, Uncle Songlin was in the army in the 1980s!It is the period of self-defense counterattack!Wait, Han Ze felt as if he had found the truth. Thinking about it, he walked back to the bedroom and picked up his shirt.Six pack abs, well, that's not important, it's the abdominal scars that matter!Uncle Songlin has several scars on his body. "War Trauma Syndrome!"Everything seems to make sense!Why did Uncle Matsubayashi go crazy for several years after retiring and returning home. I see! Or rather, it should be.In this era, there is no such concept at all. "So, Uncle Songlin was on the battlefield!" Han Ze really didn't know about this before, it seems that Uncle Songlin never told anyone. Even, Uncle Songlin never mentioned when he was a soldier. This is so abnormal!As an elder, no matter what, he would tell his glorious deeds in front of the younger generation. Is there any reason behind this?Han Ze stood in front of the photo frame again, looking at the group photo of Uncle Songlin and his comrades.Suddenly, Han Ze felt a palpitation. "Are they, are they still alive?"Han Ze suddenly felt his heart beating faster, and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. It hurts! Involuntarily, the body slowly squatted down, and then curled up together. In the mouth, there are still roars! Hurrah! There was a loud gasp, Han Ze opened his mouth, staring at the beams, feeling the cool air coming from the concrete floor. died! are all dead!In the picture, there is a tragic scene of war, with comrades in arms constantly falling around. Live by yourself!With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Ze suddenly understood a lot.Here is not a hell, it is still in the world.I, Han Ze; now I have returned to thirty years ago, reborn as my cousin Han Songlin.Han Songlin, who has psychological problems due to war trauma, is crazy in the eyes of others! It's the early summer of 1992!end of this chapter
