Bystander

Chapter 1 Wedges

I am a dead person, more precisely I am a dead person who is living.If this feels contradictory, it's because you haven't met me, or maybe we've met and you haven't noticed.

I am a corpse that eats and sleeps, gets tired, hurts, and gets sick. Except that I don’t have a beating heart or warm blood, I am no different from ordinary people.I can't go to the doctor, and of course they can't cure my "disease", so I have to take extra care of my body, not to catch a cold or cough.

I'm afraid of the cold, especially the kind of cold that spreads from my fingertips to every pore and every cell in my body, like thousands of ants gnawing away at me. It won't kill me, but it will kill me. pain.In order not to let this happen, I have to keep collecting "medicine" that can heal me, just like taking drugs, I can't stop.

It is not so easy to say that this medicine is rare, and it is not so easy to say that it is not rare.The so-called medicine is my own tears, or the tears of true feelings that are shed because of greed, hatred, ignorance, love, and evil desires.At first, it was easy. Thinking about my situation, I could cry for a long time unconsciously, but after a long time, I got used to it. I began to cry because my friends and lovers around me left me one after another. I need to constantly seek people and stories that can make me emotional, and shed my tears in other people's stories.Now, I can't cry anymore, I'm afraid that one day I will come out and kill people because I can't cry, I don't want to do that, maybe at that time I should go to that little Taoist priest.

You will definitely want to ask me why I became like this.I don't know, it's just that in the early morning of that day, I woke up like this. I don't remember the past, my name, or my family, as if that day was my birthday.