I received a bounce from a non-existent player

Death... what?

I didn't have time to see more details, and before I even figured out what I saw, my body instinctively acted first, and I slammed the folder back. The movement was so loud that the little nurse standing behind me was shocked. Startled.

I stared blankly at the blue cover that I was pressing down, my mind was terribly blank.

Am I really dead?

Seeing the sudden change in my expression, the little nurse asked me cautiously, "Is there something...wrong?"

Wrong place?None of this seems right...

I raised my head in a daze, and saw my crumbling reflection on the glass of the filing cabinet in a daze.So what am I now?

ghost?

Instead of awakening any memory of death in me, that piece of paper made my brain ache.Somewhere in my memory seemed to be clamoring for me to reject what I saw, but another rational half told me to accept that seeing is believing, and this is the truth.

The person in the reflection staggered back a step.

Probably dead.If you die, many things are easy to explain.

Fortunately, I had a mental preparation in advance.If I just saw my own death certificate, I might just go crazy.

I can't count on two hands the things I never thought of in my life.One of the few lucky ones who guessed correctly turned out to be his own death.

I thought these eight books were like a checkpoint to test me. Even if there is no gushing champagne or Von Neumann holding the banner of "Congratulations on Survival" with a smile after passing the level, at least my life should return to peace.

But waiting for me to come all the way, what was waiting for me was a death certificate.

It stood at the finish line and said to me: Ghosts are scary and pitiful, right?Actually you too.Their stories are over.Yours doesn't.

So ironic.

The little nurse thought something was wrong with my body suddenly, and called me nervously: "Miss, are you okay!?" Then hurriedly came up to help me.

I almost reflexively moved the folder in the other direction for a distance, and then whispered: "I'm fine."

"You just..." She hesitated to speak, "Do you want to rest downstairs for a while before leaving?"

"It's okay." I repeated, took the folder on the table, and smiled at her, "Everything is ready, let's go. Thanks for your hard work."

"...Okay..." She watched me out of the office hesitantly, and then gently locked the door behind me.

The twilight outside the corridor was just right.I told her that I wanted to stay here for a while, let her go back first, and I could go down by myself.She was obviously not worried about me, and only dilly-dally down the stairs under my reassurance.

Finally I was the only one left.

The setting sun shone on my side, cutting a black shadow on the white wall on the other side.I walked slowly along the wall, looking down at the folder.

Will there be a record of my death here?But I know that I won't have the courage to open it again for the time being—even though death is my past tense.

I am like this, knowing that I am dead, I can face the thin but heavy word "death", but if you let me know how I died, I will still shrink back.

How should I face Jiang Heng?

I was thinking in a mess when another footstep besides mine suddenly sounded in the corridor.

I thought it was the little nurse who came back again, but when I looked up, I found that it was the man in the black hoodie I had seen before, walking towards me at a leisurely pace.

Why is it him again?

strange.strange.strange.I stared at the thing in my hand, trying to pretend to be blind again, but this time he didn't intend to rub shoulders with me, instead he walked straight towards me.

I thought he wanted to enter the door of my office on the left, so I took a step back to avoid him, but he passed me by with one hand, pushed open the half-covered door, and then used all his strength Leaning to one side, knocking me hard into the room.

I screamed and staggered two steps before I fell.The door struggled, he pushed it hard and slammed it against the wall, collided with the silicone door, made a muffled trembling sound and bounced back most of it.He followed me into the room, closed the door behind him, and locked it with a click.

"...What are you doing!?" I realized that the situation was not good, and my whole body tensed up.

He gave a strange laugh, and pushed back the hat on his head.

The face exposed to the light was unfamiliar to me, I was only about 27 or [-] years old, and my appearance was slightly outstanding, but I don't know why, the whole face has an indescribable... strangeness.

I forced myself to calmly ask, "Who are you?"

"You don't know me?" He thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Yes, of course you don't know me...this face."

I froze for a moment.I am familiar with this voice.

A familiarity that repelled me.

Where did you hear it?company?Isn't it... in life?still before...

Seeing me frowning and thinking hard, his smile slowly began to become sly, and finally he almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Finally face-to-face. Little nun."

I shuddered and looked at him in disbelief.

"Zongge?"