All living beings in hell

Chapter 51 - Dudu De

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed No.30 No. [-] customer.

"My lord, is my lord here?" A strange voice came from the door, as if he was pinching his nose to speak.

"Yes, please come in."

A creature that looked like a forked turnip wriggled in with strange steps.When it walks, its upper body and lower body seem to be completely disconnected, only relying on two radish-like legs, twisting forward on the ground.The fattest middle part of the radish and the part of the green leaf did not exert any force at all, and was dragged forward by the legs.The entire floor also creaked and beat in rhythm with the guest's strange walking posture.

"Hello, how should I address you?" I asked after waiting for the guests to sit down.

"Duddu." The guest made a series of strange sounds, which sounded like these three words.

"Is it all your name?"

"Yes, all beeps, all beeps."

I wrote down its name on the rice paper: "Okay, Dudude, what is the reason you are looking for me today?"

"It's all toot."

"Well, I know you can be called too much."

Dudude nodded: "Well, Dudude."

"You have to communicate with me in a language that I can understand. You can't understand anything but you can't understand anything."

"It's all toot?" Luobo tilted his head, as if he was pretending to be stupid.

I looked at this radish for a few seconds, poured myself a cup of bitter tea, took a sip slowly, put down the cup slowly, and lit a stick of incense.

"You have a stick of incense time."

Then I stopped talking, and looked at the man in front of me who was dumbfounded.

They both took a deep breath, their legs were so short that they could only hang in the air when they sat on the bluestone bench.It was so full that there were no facial features, only a skin surface like a radish skin, but at this moment, I felt it smiled: "Okay, okay, Mr. Writer, I won't play around with you anymore."

"Our time is limited."

"I thought that after you lost your body, you would no longer have to worry about time, so I just wanted to play with you for a while longer."

"Even if there is no point of death as a measure, my time is still precious." I glanced at the incense stick that was already slowly smoking, "and now yours is too."

"It's not fun, it's not fun. The writer is too serious."

"Why are you looking for me today?" I asked again.

"I just asked you to play, and other ghosts said you were funny."

"playing what?"

"Let's play a game!"

"Playing games is not part of my job."

"Then what is your scope of work?"

"Hearing you tell your story, documenting it, and bringing it back to life. That's my job."

"But I don't want to tell stories. Telling stories is not fun. Tell me stories!"

"Storytelling is not part of my job."

"Why do people think storytelling is fun?"

"Each customer feels differently."

"It's not fun, it's not fun." Dudu's legs were shaking back and forth in the air, trying to kick my wooden table.

"Whether it's fun or not, that's why this firm exists. Before choosing a service, you have to see whether the service provided by this location matches your needs."

"My lord, you are killing me."

"you misunderstood."

"You are killing me."

"I won't kill you, I'll just drive you away."

They all stunned for a moment, and obediently retracted the leg that was about to kick the table to the bluestone bench, changed their posture, and sat on the bench with their knees hugged.

"Okay, okay, let's play the storytelling game then."

"Duddu, how did you end up in this hell?"

"Hey, yes, how did I get here?"

They all mumbled into memory and stopped talking.

"You can say whatever comes to your mind. If you don't say it, I can't record it for you."

"I seemed to be on a big bed with soft sheets... Mom put me on the bed and turned away, and then I saw... Ah!" Dudu suddenly yelled.

"What did you see?"

"A fierce man! A fierce man wants to kill me!"

"How old were you at that time?"

"I don't know, I'm so scared, I can't sit up, and I can't run. I can only cry." Dudu said, the surface of the radish skin without facial features was wrinkled, looking very nervous.

"Don't be afraid, you are safe now, those things are in the past."

"That man pressed a pillow on my head, it was so boring, so boring...I gradually stopped crying..."

"and then?"

"After I woke up, I saw a large area of ​​red flowers beside a stone bridge, and a beautiful big sister was planting flowers... There were many ghosts lined up on the bridge, one after another, as if they were going to do something. "

"and then?"

"Big sister saw me, called me over, and told me not to trample on her flowers."

"What's your big sister's name?"

"What, what mother?"

"Mengba?"

"Yes, it seems to be the name!"

"What did Granny Meng call you to do?"

"I really like that big sister, she is so beautiful! I forgot not to step on the flowers she planted. When I ran to her, the red flowers behind me had been crushed, and my sister was very sad. She and I How can you step on the flowers she planted? These flowers are trampled, and if there is something, something...they can’t come back. I don’t know if I can’t come back.”

"Well, then what?"

"My sister hugged me, and when she let go, my body started to grow bigger! I grew bigger and bigger, and I grew bigger and bigger! I gradually became what I am now."

"Well, then what?"

"My lord, do you think how much of what I just said is true and how much is false?"

"Did you lie?"

They all stretched out their hands in bewilderment, and pinched their index and middle fingers together with their thumbs: "A little bit, a little lie."

"You still have time to clarify."

"Hey, I don't want it, you come to clarify."

I put down my sapphire pen and looked at the guest in front of me: "Let's put it this way, Dudu, I don't care how much truth or lies you tell. My job is to record the stories you tell, not to judge what you say Tell the truth of the incident. If you are willing to make your story full of lies, and use your own fabricated lies to face the world, I don't care. The truth of your story itself is completely irrelevant to me. It has something to do with yourself. How you want to face the world has nothing to do with me, it is entirely your own business. Do you understand?"

"My lord, you're killing me again."

"There is still half a stick of incense left, have you thought about how to tell your story?"

They all stood up suddenly, but there seemed to be tears in their non-existent eyes: "I won't play with you anymore! I won't play with you anymore!"

"Well, I won't send it away."

"Hmph! The writer is really too bad!" Dudu turned around and walked towards the door, crying.Just when it was about to step out of the office, it suddenly turned around, "I still have half a stick of incense, right?"

I glanced at the incense thread: "It's less than half a stick of incense now."

"Can you save the time, can you continue next time?"

"No, each guest has only one chance."

Dudu hesitated at the door, and suddenly shouted: "I hate you!"

"it is good."

"I said! I hate you!"

"okay."

"I'm never going back to this place again!"

"Please."

They were so angry that they slammed on the wall a few times, and the dust shook from the ceiling.

"Hmph! I hate you! I hate you so much!" Dudu finally yelled a few words, and slammed the door heavily.

After the guests left, I went to the door to examine the wooden door carefully.Although the wooden door is mottled, it still seems to be able to continue to be used.After countless repairs, the wooden door has formed a flower-like texture in accidents.

Manjusawa, Manjusawa...

The delicate stems and leaves bloom gorgeously in the vast sea of ​​flowers.

I put on my cloak and decided to visit Granny Meng's flower field.

(End of this chapter)