Laws of Spirit Recycling

They left the flat and wide road with only traffic, and walked around Huandao Road to the urban area. Their clothes were all wet by the rain, and they looked a little embarrassed.

Arriving at a rather high-end neighborhood, surrounded by greenery and towering tall buildings, they walked into the underground parking lot, and Wu Jiu walked straight to a black car. He had been prepared for a long time, and took out the keys in his pocket to open the door.

Yu Yan and Fu Jianchi looked at each other, and sat in the driver's seat and the passenger seat respectively.

"Can I drive out now?" Wu Jiu sat behind Fu Jianchi and asked.

Yu Yan, who was observing the interior decoration of the car, turned his head and said, "Yes."

Yu Yan knows that human-driven cars are also particular, he doesn't care much about them, even though many undead have talked to him about how to recognize the car logo before, he just thinks that it is enough to sit comfortably, and even his requirements for comfort are relatively high. Low, because Yu Yan never had too many fantasies about human creations, except for musical instruments.

The furnishings in the car are simple and the space is spacious. Except for a set of dark cushions and sundries stuffed in the gap between the rear seat and the roof, there are no other unnecessary things. Even the place where people often hang Ping An Fu is empty. Unlike the mobility aids that are often driven.

Yu Yan glanced and saw the tissue paper placed under the car window.

"Can I use this?" Yu Yan asked him, pointing to the tissue box.

"can."

Yu Yan took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the hair on his forehead, and then took out a few more pieces of paper and handed them to the boss who just started the car.

Fu Jianchi glanced at the hand reaching out to hold the dry tissue, and took it silently.

Yu Yan wanted to hand the tissue box to Wu Jiu who was sitting in the back, but Wu Jiu shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't need it, thank you."

Follow the steps Wu Jiu said to set up a positioning route. The car is driving on a clear road, there are few vehicles in the morning, and the buildings on both sides have changed from lush to sparse. The suburban environment far away from the urban area has a wide field of vision, with more greenery than modern furnishings.

The rain was getting weaker, looking out from the four corner glass of the car window, there was a leaden gray sky, and the rain trails slid down along the path without any rules, which made Yu Yan think of the fish kept in the water tank, the world outside the glass It was becoming cloudy and fuzzy, and he was waiting for the next clarification and purification in a small space.

Habitually attracted by unknown scenery, Yu Yan, who was in a daze, waited for a long time before returning to his senses.The wipers swung up and down, like a clock of a certain era, reminding him of the passage of time. He looked at the man around him with a little guilt, and found that he happened to meet Fu Jianchi's gaze.

"Finished?" There was no emotion in Fu Jianchi's voice.

Mr. Fu is always like this, he will not interrupt him who is absent-minded, nor will he stop him who has no reason to try and make mistakes, like letting go, and reminding him at critical moments, which makes Yu Yan feel stressed every time , he wanted to try his best to do a better job in front of his boss, at least not to leave the impression of being passive and dereliction of duty.

"En." Yu Yan replied embarrassedly, then turned to look at Wu Jiu behind him.

Wu Jiu was also the same as he was just now, looking at the slanting rain outside, but he didn't stare in front of the glass like Yu Yan, his pale complexion cast shadows under the cloudy sky and dark rain, he was in the dim light Looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Is Linye your hometown?" Linye is where Wu Jiu is going.

"Probably." Wu Jiu withdrew his gaze and turned to Yu Yan who was asking the question.

Yu Yan asked according to the usual routine: "Do you want to go back to your hometown to find someone?"

"It can be said that I don't know if I can find it."

Wu Jiu turned his head to look out the window again, Yu Yan didn't intend to continue asking, he looked at the name of the destination again, it was a community, so he could guess that the other party probably went to find his family.

Wu Jiu doesn't talk very much, always leans on the back of the chair and tilts his head. When he's silent, he feels tired, depressed, and gloomy. Just like this weather, it's hard to see through the gray mist, but Yu Yan is cooperative when he strikes up a conversation. one answer.

Even so, Yu Yan still knew very little about him, he only confirmed that the other party passed away last night, and secretly marveled at Wu Jiuchao's calmness and calmness compared to ordinary people.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Yu Yan was silent for a while, not knowing how to continue the chat, so Yu Yan had no choice but to ask.

"No, I know you are not human."

Yu Yan introduced: "We came from the underworld to help you fulfill your last wish."

"You mean, every person who turns into a ghost will have the same identity as you..." Wu Jiu tried to find a suitable word in his mind, "Death?"

"Not necessarily, these are random. Some human beings can meet the messenger of the underworld who is in charge of him, which is what you call the god of death. Some human beings may wait ten or twenty years, but they may not meet them, and they will always be alone."

Wu Jiu narrowed his eyes, "What will happen to those wandering souls who have never met the messenger of the underworld? Disappear?"

"When they fulfill their long-cherished wishes or let go of their obsessions, some of them will disappear, and some will be reincarnated."

Yu Yan gently leaned his body back, facing Wu Jiu sideways, he didn't continue talking, telling him the difference between disappearing and being reincarnated.Strangely, Wu Jiu also showed indifference to this, he stopped asking questions about the final whereabouts of his spirit body, as if he already knew the answer he wanted to know.

"What did you do when you were alive?" Yu Yan turned his head and asked professionally as usual.

"draw."

"Painting?" Yu Yan suddenly became interested, "Are you a painter?"

Wu Jiu didn't deny or affirm, just smiled gently, looking at Yu Yan with an extremely tired expression, this kind of slightly melancholy and always aloof temperament was indeed very similar to the painters he had come into contact with before.

"Painters are very good." Yu Yan praised calmly, he really thought so, although at this moment it sounds a bit suspicious of deliberately getting closer to the undead.

Wu Jiu responded with a polite smile, "So, for people like me, do they disappear or reincarnate?"

Yu Yan has not fully understood the life story of the other party. If it is a painter, there are famous and talented masters in this world, and there are also unknown painters whose works are vulgar. Yu Yan is unable to judge, so he put this question Throw it to your boss: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Jianchi was holding the steering wheel with both hands. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and there was no trace of human fireworks on his face. He glanced at Yu Yan and asked the humans behind him: "What awards have you won?"

"Starwood Award."

Fu Jianchi made it clear: "You will be reincarnated."

"I see." After finishing speaking, Wu Jiu stared at the misty car window again.

Seeing this, Yu Yan said: "You still look very unhappy, don't you want to be reincarnated?"

"I really don't want to." Without looking back, he squinted his eyes and looked at something outside the window, his tone casual as if he was answering questions about what to eat today.

"Why? Many people don't even have the chance to reincarnate. If it's just because there are unfinished things in the world, we will wait until you achieve it before taking you away."

"What if it can't be done?"

Yu Yan was stunned, before he could answer, he heard the continuation: "Actually... that's not bad."

After driving for more than an hour, Fu Jianchi's driving skills were as smooth and reliable as that of a human being. The scenery outside the window rarely changed. It was nothing but green shade and shrubs. step back.

The fuel level was too low, so they came to a gas station according to the route navigation. The three got out of the car and entered the gas station to hide from the rain.

Standing at the door of the convenience store, Yu Yan watched the pieces smashed to the ground outside, splashing a lot of rain, suddenly with embarrassment on his face, he whispered to the young man beside him: "Mr. Fu, we have no money. "

Fu Jianchi raised his eyebrows and said, "So?"

Yu Yan raised his head and looked at him, "Wouldn't it be that I'm going to renege on my debt when the car finishes filling up later?"

Wu Jiu next to him smiled lightly, "I have money, it's in the backpack on the back seat of the car."

"You have a lot of stuff in your car."

"I just returned to China the day before yesterday, and I haven't had time to pick up some luggage in this car."

Yu Yan was full of doubts and said: "But the mobile phone, driver's license, and wallet are all there..."

At this time, they suddenly appeared at the gas station, and the people who got out of the car to avoid the rain interrupted their conversation.

"Mom, look at what I just drew!" There was a seven or eight-year-old girl holding a small exercise book in her hand. She just got out of the car, and regardless of the water stains and humid air on the ground, she raised her hand to paint herself. Show your favorite paintings to your mother.

The long-haired woman who was leading her bent slightly and brought the child under the eaves. Hearing this, she knelt down and took the painting book, showing a smile, "Oh, the big house that Guoguo painted? It's even more beautiful than the house at home." .”

"I also drew trees, sunflowers, butterflies, and the sun... We will live in such a big house in the future." The little girl spoke in a childlike voice, trying her best to speak the standard Mandarin taught by the teacher.

"Awesome ~ Guoguo's painting is getting better and better!" The woman tucked her wet hair behind her ears indifferently, and turned a few pages with a smile. Exaggerated casual, no skill at all.

"You like drawing so much, can mom enroll you in an art class?"

"Okay! I like art class the most~" The little girl happily showed a row of white teeth and smiled expectantly.

The little girl's mother pinched her chubby cute face, and said, "Then Guoguo promised her mother that she would learn to draw with the teacher, you know? When she grows up, she will be a painter."

"What does a painter do?"

The little girl asked innocently, and the woman hugged her, explaining to her daughter in the most straightforward and simple words with loving eyes.

"Do you think this little girl can be a painter?" Yu Yan asked Wu Jiu who had been watching them intently.

A faint smile floated on the corner of Wu Jiu's mouth, and said, "She is now."