Inform
The phone keeps ringing.
Lin Dong put his hand out of the bed, closed his eyes and fumbled, he regretted not shutting down.
He presses the answer button.
“Hao Zhonglei crashed and died last night.” Zheng Hui’s voice felt like a nail stuck into Lin Dong’s eardrum.
Lin Donghuo sat up from the bed, his eyes widened.
“What?” Lin Dong asked.
“Hao Zhonglei is dead, a car accident.”
“How is it possible?”
“Such a thing Why do you want to lie to you? The police have all gone. I heard that two bodies were brought out. It was a terrible death.”
“Are you sure that person is Hao Zhonglei?”
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“OK.”
“Will it be someone who looks similar?”
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“But, Hao Zhonglei is already dead. I went to his funeral!”
“Really?”
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Hang up the phone, Lin Dongmeng is now.
He clearly remembered that Hao Zhonglei died two weeks ago. His parents cried to death at the funeral, and all those who went to mourn were sad.
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Zheng Hui actually told him that Hao Zhonglei was dead again.
How can a person die twice.
Lin Dong heard his heart throbbing.
Funeral
The funeral will be held a few days later.
Almost all the faces that appeared at the funeral were those Lin Dong had seen at the last funeral, although he did not know them.
Lin Dong saw Hao Zhonglei in the black frame staring at everyone as coldly as last time, with a hint of mockery in his eyes; while Hao Zhonglei’s parents still cried to death.
That sadness is real.
Lin Dong secretly pulled over a person who came to mourn.
“Isn’t this person already dead?” Lin Dong asked.
“You are sick!” The man glared at him.
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“Have you forgotten? We were here two weeks ago!”
“Nervous!” That People no longer care about him.
Lin Dong began to doubt his memory.
Was the last funeral a real thing or was it a dream?
If everything is an illusion, then the illusion is too realistic; if not, how could Hao Zhongmao die a second time?
Someone approached him.
He turned his head suddenly and saw Zheng Hui.
“You are here too.” Zheng Hui said.
“I’ve been here, no, I’m here.” Lin Dong was a little incoherent.
“He really died.” Zheng Hui said.
“What a surprise!” Lin Dong swallowed what he wanted to say. He didn’t want to be considered a lunatic.
Zheng Hui looked at him and smiled.
“I know what you want to say, maybe Hao Zhonglei really died two weeks ago.” Zheng Hui stared into his eyes and said.
Lin Dong felt that his calf was fighting.
“You said…will the dead be resurrected?”
Lin Dong opened his mouth and looked at Zheng Hui, his expression lasting for eight seconds . He saw Zheng Hui smile, his eyes were as cold as Hao Zhonglei’s.
Lin Dong suddenly wanted to escape.
He lifted one of his legs, and suddenly found that these legs were almost trembling to support his body. He gritted his teeth and pinched the base of his thigh. The sharp pain made him feel bad. The teeth clenched tighter.
He almost staggered away from the funeral.