Juliana’s workshop Chapter 49: Past Story: Teachers and Students

　　 "You go touch those corpses and see if there are any valuables. Throw them out of Shanghai's water. I pushed the corpses back into the sea." The nun said to the little boy, who frowned and looked towards The sea, "The body will be washed back."

　　His teacher is a weird person, dressed in nun's clothes, he doesn't hesitate about this kind of desecration of corpses and taking away the dead people's belongings. He still looks very interested.

　　 "No, they won't come back." The nun walked to a corpse, which was a swollen, slightly disgusting corpse. She pressed the wooden stick on the high bulging belly and pushed it towards the sea. The corpse was not washed back by the waves. After the nun's stick left, it seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, floating deeper into the sea until it was no longer visible. Like a boat sailing, it sails far away without fear of wind and waves, and finally sinks into the bottom of the sea.

　　 "Don't look foolishly there, come and help me." The nun turned to look at the little boy, "I can't do two people's work alone, that's too much trouble."

　　 Next, the little boy followed the nun, went to dig out the pockets of the dead, and took off the gold and silver ornaments that were meaningless to the dead. The nun pushed the corpses whose valuables had been taken to the sea and watched them leave before continuing to push the next corpse to the sea.

　　After a while, the nun suddenly asked the little boy: "Did you hear it?"

　　 "What do you hear?" The little boy squatted on the side of a corpse and looked up at his teacher.

　　"In addition to the sound of wind and waves, do you hear other sounds?"

　　 The little boy closed his eyes, and in vaguely, he seemed to hear people's shouts, "I heard people's voices."

　　 "That's not human anymore." The nun said, "It can only be regarded as human residue."

　　 "When people die, are they no longer humans?" the little boy asked.

　　 The nun was silent for a long time before she replied: "For me, when people die, what remains is just a pile of dead things, but no matter whether it is other people or my students, they are not very willing. Accept this idea from me."

　　 The little boy thinks this is a matter of course. This is what a terrifying necromancer would have, and his teacher may be more terrifying than a necromancer, at least for him. "You really disrespect the dead," he said to the nun.

　　 "People in this world can't even respect life, why should I respect the dead?" The nun said, "When a person dies, it is nothing. Instead of respecting a bunch of dead things, Why can’t I cherish the lives of myself and others more? I regard the corpse as a sacred object, but wantonly plunder and kill my own compatriots. Is it I am strange, or the people in this world are stranger?"

　　 "I think you are weird." The little boy said flatly. Hearing what her student said, the nun didn’t mean to be angry, but laughed, “You’re right, it’s really me that is even stranger. Life and death are the same thing. Who was killed? Whoever survived, it has already happened, so what can I say? The dead people did not disappear, they just became something else."

　　 "Is it the soul?" the little boy asked.

　　 The nun shook her head, "It’s not that kind of thing. If a dead person does not become a “living thing” in a sense like an undead, then it’s really dead. There is no such thing as a soul. There is only the residue called the soul. It is a piece of information, but it is definitely not the person who once existed."

　　 The little boy tilted his head and didn't seem to understand. He even listened to the work he was doing.

　　 The nun hummed a few times, and did not continue to say this, "Forget it, you can't understand it after you say it. You are all idiots and mortals in this class, which makes people uninterested. But this is also your cuteness. At least I’m willing to listen to me. Those who don’t want to listen to me are savage muscular men with no brains, so angry that I never want to see them again; those who can barely understand are all The ungrateful men and women of dogs, some of them treat me as a life-long enemy. They really have no conscience..."

　　 The nun is like an elderly woman, talking endlessly there. The little boy did not interrupt, but listened quietly, and continued to fumble for the body. Sometimes his teacher is like this, usually like these children, sometimes it is bad and more naive than children. But sometimes, the teacher will look different, and he feels like an elderly person, chatting about the past. Just looking at her appearance, she is actually not much older than her own student.

　　 The nun continued to push the corpses into the sea. Each corpse was a steady boat, steadily sailing into the sea, and finally sank into the depths of the sea. The little boy knew that these corpses would be eaten by creatures in the sea, leaving only a skeleton in the end. Some people probably didn't even have a complete skeleton because the body was already torn apart.

　　 He didn't feel much about these things. His family starved to death in front of his own eyes, and it was still this age. Even a child, he has long been accustomed to the fact that death is everywhere.

　　 The two have been busy at the beach for a long time, until the sun, which was still hanging high in the sky, began to set, and the sky and the sea were stained with a thin layer of dusk.

　　 The corpse by the sea has been almost cleaned up, although there are still remnants...like pieces of meat, as well as organs, but it will no longer affect the seas around here. These corpses floated from the north. I don't know how long they have been piled up here. If it weren't for this pair of teachers and students to clean up, I'm afraid it would affect the chapel below in a few days.

　　Sometimes, people who die don't just leave a corrupt body, their residue may come alive and become an existence that makes ordinary people afraid and fearful.

　　 The little boy avoided those disgusting intestines. He didn't want to step on those things. He had tried accidentally stepping on things on these people before. The slippery and muddy feeling on his feet made him feel very sick, almost Did not spit it out. The most disgusting thing was that the teacher was saying vomiting words in a cheerful tone next to him: "Don't step on the intestines. Some people have not excreted before death, but the intestines are full of disgusting things. "

　　 At that time, the little boy naively asked what was disgusting in his intestines. After hearing the answer, he finally couldn't hold back and vomited all the food he had eaten that day.

　　 "What else can it be? It's the stuff you've eaten, which is excreted after being digested. It's unbearably smelly stuff." At that time, the teacher said this with a smile, but said it. The content is so vulgar to ruin the impression of her delicate face, "I'll be straightforward, that's..."

　　 Before the teacher uttered the word, he started to spit it out.

　　 This time, he will never be as stupid as he was at the beginning, he will find himself uncomfortable, and he will never let himself step on the organs scattered on the beach again. But his teacher may not think the same as him.

　　 "Be careful not to step on those intestines." This time, his teacher mentioned it again, and it seems that she still remembers the last time, "I remember you stepped on a section of intestines last time. Now, the smell, the picture... Finally, I seem to have drove you to sleep outside the chapel?"

　　 "I rubbed my feet, but you still drove me outside." Thinking of this, the little boy looked dissatisfied, "I have smelled it, there is no strange smell!"

　　 "I'm sorry, but at that time you felt like you had a taste." His teacher apologized very straightforwardly, "I know you are not happy, but treat this embarrassment as a fun Isn’t it valuable for your memories?"

　　The little boy doesn't think so.

　　 The two came out of the shallows and onto the beach without sea water. The nun picked up a conch from the side, wiped it clean, and handed it to the little boy, "As usual, you will do the final finishing work."

　　 "Dinner tonight?" the little boy asked.

　　 "You will have an extra piece of sausage." The nun said, "If you still have this appetite, eat it."

　　 The little boy took the conch. When he did this kind of thing for the first time, he couldn't even eat meat that day, but now, he is used to eating meat intestines that look very similar to human intestines. No matter how the meat of poultry looks like it, it won't be human intestines. Nowadays, little boys don't have that kind of psychological burden.

　　 The little boy put the conch to his mouth and blew it up. The dull trumpet sounded on this beach, and a pale green humanoid silhouette appeared on this blood-stained seashore, marching towards the sea in groups, and finally being submerged by the sea.

　　 Listening to the sound of the little boy, the nun watched the dregs of people leave.

　　 When the little boy stopped, there were no longer those spirit bodies on the beach. He put down the conch and looked at the sea. The sea was calm and the waves were calm, and this **** shore was also calm.

　　 "They won't come back, will they?" the little boy said to his teacher.

　　 "You have sent them away, and probably won't come back again." The nun replied, "Do you feel sad?"

　　 The little boy shook his head. He has seen too many deaths. He matures much earlier than ordinary children and understands many things. Death will not make him feel scared, nor will he be too sad. "Yes. Is anyone sad because of their death?"

　　 "Of course there are, and some people are happy because of their death." The nun walked to the little boy and touched his head, "I hope you don't become the one who feels sad or happy because of death. , Apo."

　　 When Apo was wandering, he was pulled back to reality by Romeo Na’s voice~ IndoMTL.com~ He felt that he had a dream, a dream about a long time ago-but he did not fall asleep, just Memories occupy his brain.

　　If it hadn't been for Romeo Na to wake him up, he would probably continue to be in a daze.

　　Romiona stood not far from him, holding a conch in her hand, looking at him with wide-eyed eyes.

　　 He remembered. The reason why he fell into the memory was because he saw Romeo Na holding a conch, overlapping with a little boy. Regardless of age or gender, Romiuona is completely different from the little boy, but it allows Apo to see the shadow of the past.

　　 "Sorry, I was in a daze. This is how people get older." Apo said.

　　 Romeo Na shook her head, saying that she didn't mind, "Mr. Apo, can this really comfort the soul?" she asked.

　　 Apo was silent for a while before he replied: "Someone once taught me how to soothe the soul, and now I teach this to you. Can you calm down those souls? It depends on your talent. Blow. It."

　　 Romiuona did what Apo said. She blew the conch according to the method Apo taught her.

　　 At that moment, Apo saw that Romyona and the conch were covered with a faint light. He couldn't tell whether it was the illusion caused by the sun or the brilliance of Romiuona herself, but he shed tears when he saw Romiuona like this.

　　 Romiuona stopped playing because of Apo’s tears. "Mr. Apo?" She was a little surprised why Apo shed tears. This was the appearance of Apo that she had never seen before.

　　 Apo did not wipe away the tears, but let the tears fall on his cheeks, "Romouona, don't be an adult like me..."

　　 he muttered to himself.