Weizhang Patrol

"Mr. Himmelreich, please... Drink slowly." The reporter who was adjusting the focus of the digital camera was very worried. There were already seven or eight empty water bottles on the table. "Huh... Huh... Hmm, I... Okay, okay." Himmelreich Friedelinde Valentin drank all the water in one gulp, licked his dry mouth, and signaled to reporters that he could ask questions. "Where have you been in the past seven years? Your appearance has not changed at all." The reporter cherished the hard-won questioning time and raised the most important point. It must be said that this reporter was very good at picking up topics, which made Himmelreich ponder for a long time before answering. "I went to heaven. There are angels with three pairs of wings, a God who can grant any wish, and... My deceased wife." "Sir, you must be living happily there. Why do you want to come back?" "No! I'm blind! You don't want to go there! There is only endlessness - emptiness!" This man with a haggard face had brown eyes, and his pupils were full of panic, which was completely inconsistent with the beauty described in his mouth.