At the intersection of the trial grounds of heaven and hell, he stood in the middle. On one side was the virtual image of his superior's bank card (surrounded by black smoke), and on the other side were the paper boat of the child and the virtual figure of the hostess (shrouded in warm light). The voice came from the air: "The choice is not between heaven or hell, but between what kind of soul you want to become." He looked at the bank card, then at the paper boat, and suddenly waved the bank card away.

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