Chapter 9: My Urn

Feet on the floor, no touch, no footsteps.

As they got closer, the music in the room became clearer, and at the same time, Xia Ren could faintly hear people talking to each other inside.

Two girls, one of them with a somewhat familiar voice, the other completely unfamiliar.

His hand touched the door, and then gently pushed it open, even though he knew it was a dream, he couldn't help but be nervous.

The door was pushed open halfway, and he was finally able to see the scene inside, but at that moment, the white light from the ceiling came into his eyes, expanding and brightening until it took over the whole view......

Xia Ren woke up.

The glare of the sun hit his face, and when he opened it, there was a dazzling show.

"Just a little bit."

He was a little unwilling.

Obviously, I have seen a trace of outline, but it is broken at this critical point, just like watching a video on the computer, and the plot is about to reach a climax, and the power suddenly goes out.

With a little annoyance, he washed his face, then locked the house and went out.

After simply finding a small shop and eating breakfast, Xia Ren plans to go home directly today to have a showdown with his sister.

If you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it for a lifetime, it's a big deal to find a reason to prevaricate the past, and then move out to live openly, you can't always go home and meet in the summer, autumn and winter because of this life, and in case the other party thinks that he is really dead, cancel his household registration, in the modern age of highly developed science and technology to do everything to do personal information, without an ID card, it is difficult for him to take an online car-hailing.

After less than half an hour of following his memory, Xia Ren successfully returned to the community where he lived before.

What is a little surprising is that it is a Sunday, and my sister is on vacation at this time, so she should be sleeping at home, but there is no response to knocking on the door.

People are not at home.

After thinking about it, maybe it was because of her disappearance, maybe she was looking for her outside.

There was no way, Xia Ren could only wait outside the door first, and he was about to take out his mobile phone to dial his sister's number, when he ran into a neighbor upstairs.

"You are?"

The middle-aged woman who came back with a vegetable basket saw Xia Ren standing at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then took the initiative to ask.

Although we live in the same community, we usually either stay in the house or go out to work, and rarely see each other, so even if we are upstairs and downstairs, it is normal to not be familiar with each other.

"Auntie, do you know where the people who live here go?" Xia Ren asked.

"You mean the woman, right?" The middle-aged woman looked at him and suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with her?" ”

Seeing that the other party's reaction was a little strange, Xia Ren kept a look at it and said, "Friendship." ”

"How can a friend not know." The middle-aged woman muttered quietly.

"Know what?"

Xia Ren looked curious.

The middle-aged woman looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, she said: "There is a dead person in her house, it seems that her younger brother is here, and when she came back the afternoon before yesterday, she cried so much that she couldn't walk on the road, and her colleagues carried her into the house, and the whole community knew about it." I have the impression that his younger brother seems to be in his early twenties, quite a handsome young man, who seems to be about the same size as you, but he doesn't have a job and stays at home all day...... Alas. ”

Xia Ren was confused.

Although his symptoms are more serious, he finally ran out of the hospital, and when he didn't see the body, he should have thought of missing first, according to his sister's character, he must have lived to see people, and he had to see corpses when he died, and she couldn't just judge that she had died.

Something must have gone wrong.

"And where did she go today?"

The middle-aged woman thought for a while and said uncertainly: "I saw her when I went out, and judging by the direction she left, she should have gone to the crematorium." ”

"What are you doing at the crematorium?"

Xia Ren's head was full of question marks.

The middle-aged woman glared: "What else can I do, take her brother's ashes." ”

"Ashes ......" Xia Ren was dumbfounded, "How is it possible, her brother has a corpse?" ”

"Those who died of illness are not missing, why is there no body?" The middle-aged woman felt that he was sick and didn't want to say anything more, so she hurried upstairs.

"I'm cremated?"

Xia Ren stood in place, unbelieving and pinching his arm.

Well, it does hurt.

So here's the problem.

Where did the body cremate in summer, autumn and winter? Didn't anyone find out that it was wrong?

Suddenly, a terrifying thought rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Am I really Xia Ren?"

He began to wonder who he was.

Thinking about it carefully, there are indeed a lot of suspicions, when he woke up the day before yesterday, he was on the street, and the whole person was in a daze at that time, and he lost most of his memory, and then Zhao Mingyue appeared and took him to Jingwan Community.

Later, Mrs. Liu confirmed that she only saw herself alone in the evening of that day, and did not see Zhao Mingyue.

According to the examination results given by the system, he, like Mrs. Liu, is a class of infected.

Class 1 Infectious Organisms......

[Humans who come into contact with pollutants will have their minds and bodies distorted, and after death, infected people will be born through hosts......]

[Optional exchange item: Increase your own pollution value by 5/100......]

"Am I really infected?"

This result was unacceptable to him, because it meant that the real Xia Ren was dead, and he was just an unknown creature with his memories that appeared for some unknown reason.

In his impression, there were two crematoriums in Jupiter City, and Xia Qiudong would definitely choose the nearest one, he rushed downstairs, eager to verify his conjecture, but before he could walk out of the community, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

It's my sister, she's back!

A little flustered for a moment, Xia Ren wanted to go up directly to explain the situation, but he still subconsciously hid in the gazebo on the side.

She was holding something in her hand, and there was a woman beside her who was holding her shoulder, this woman Xia Ren also knew, and she was a colleague of her sister who had a good relationship.

Closer, Xia Ren turned his back and leaned against the pillar, his heart pounding.

He saw that although it was wrapped in cloth, what Xia Qiudong was holding in his hand was an urn.

What to do, what am I going to do?

How can I say that I am not dead, how can I explain that what you are holding in your hand may not be me, how can I make you believe such a bizarre thing?

"Xiao Xia, it's been two days, you always have to look at it, your body can't bear it if you don't eat......"

The conversation faded away, and Xia Ren never had the courage to jump out to reveal his identity.

He collapsed in the sweltering heat.

Xia Ren is dead, at least as everyone knows, he is dead.

No identity, no relatives, no friends, this is the situation he is going to face, or is facing.

"System, am I dead?"

It was the only person he could ask.

However, he was met with only a desperate silence.