Being in this room, lying on this bed, Kyungwon could feel the presence of that person.

"He" closed his eyes, this poorly soundproofed house, always noisy, the children upstairs were watching TV, the neighbors' husbands and wives sometimes quarreled, outside the window was the sound of cars passing by, the light of the street lamp tilted the shadows of the trees, and bent over the window.

It's always noisy and full of fireworks.

Kyungwon sat up and walked around the space, "he" was a very planned person, he would write down the things he wanted to do in advance on post-it notes, glued to the desktop of his desk one by one, he had a ledger and notepad in different categories, and he would habitually open the book every day to read.

The thick curtains were opened, the rusted windows were pushed open, the cold wind poured in, the cold white moonlight illuminated the desk, the old post-it notes, the paper was yellowed by oxidation, and even the handwriting became blurred.

Very neat and one-glance words, which record small things, "remember to take out the meat to thaw after getting up", "on duty tomorrow, remember to write a duty report", "pay the electricity bill".

Every night before going to bed, "he" writes down what he will do the next day.

There is a group photo on the table, in a frame, a long-haired woman holding "his" hand, wearing a white dress and a sunhat, smiling slightly, her broken hair is disturbed by the wind, and floats behind her.

They are standing on the highway by the sea, behind them, the turquoise waves are rippling, "he" shows a mouthful of white teeth, a motorcycle is placed in front of him, waving to the camera, a flock of seagulls flies behind him, and he can see the beach below the road, and there are many people playing.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and the sky was pure as if it had been washed, reflecting on the sparkling sea, shining like diamonds.

Kyungmoto stared at the photo for a long time, he didn't know the woman in the photo, but he stared at her face for a long time, his fingers brushed her smiling face, he felt that she was beautiful, as if he could hear her laughter.

Who is she? Really want to get to know her?

Such a thought came out of nowhere, and this emotion did not come from him himself, like some abrupt emotion remaining in his body.

He found a photo album in a drawer, a very thick album, full of pictures of women, in amusement parks, in shopping malls, in restaurants, under dim street lamps, in the hazy rain and fog, some were group photos, but more were snaps.

Next to the album is a branded camera, which was taken with this camera.

Under the camera is a greeting card that reads "Happy Birthday to Amori", and this expensive camera is a birthday gift from her, which is used to capture the moment of her date.

Suddenly I felt very sad, she was probably dead.

Vaguely, I remembered the ring in the notebook, "Su Wanqing", probably her name, that is the woman "he" loves, maybe she has come to the step of talking about marriage.

The ring, "he" did not wear on his hand, but in a notebook.

Jing Yuan suddenly understood why "he" did this, because "he" was afraid that the ring would be dirty, and he wanted to take it out from time to time, so he used a knife to cut a small square in the notebook, so that when he turned over the book every day and counted the materials, he could take out the ring and put it in the palm of his hand and stroke it for a while.

When I'm done, I put the ring back in the little square, then clipped the notebook, fastened the skin, and put it in my travel bag.

When you hold that cold ring in your palm, do you think of the time they fell in love?

Unbeknownst to Kyungwon, he was not "him", and although he had obtained all the skills of his predecessor, he had never received any memories.

That time was a secret, a secret that belonged only to "him" and her, a secret that would never be known to outsiders.

Kyungwon was just an outsider, if it weren't for the ring, he wouldn't even be able to guess the woman's name, he didn't know how that relationship happened, he didn't know who took the initiative first, he didn't know how many times they dated before the relationship was confirmed, and he didn't know if she would hold "his" waist when she sat in the back seat of the motorcycle.

Can a person really love so deeply?

Even the memory doesn't exist anymore, but the body is still nostalgic, still recalling that time that has long since passed.

"He" wandered alone in the city, carrying a gun and a travel bag, accompanied by a lame dog, those familiar streets, the streets that she walked with her had become deserted and tattered, full of zombies and cars that occupied the roads, and when night came, "he" sat in front of the candle flame, threw a frisbee outward, teased the silly puppy, took the notebook, wrote and drawn, and held the cold ring until it was hot.

The world is dead silent, "he" recalls the mother who raised "him" with a loud and strong voice, recalls the woman "he" loved, and recalls the most important moments in life, as if as long as "he" does not forget, there is still a part of the world that belongs to "him" and the people "he" loves.

Even though the world is in ruins, "his" heart is not dead, and it has been beating for those things that no longer exist.

"That's the real loneliness." Kyungwon thought to himself.

He felt that he had experienced about a hundredth of that loneliness, the intense feelings that came from the body, reawakening that part of him as a human being.

In a trance, as if waking up from a big dream, he put his hands on his chest, and he couldn't feel even the slightest beating or vibration.

He still couldn't feel his heartbeat, but he really felt that he was still alive in this world.

"Ji Shou", Kyungwon looked at the name on the photo, he occupied this body that did not belong to him for almost half a year, and finally knew the name of "him".

Jing Yuan opened the wardrobe and saw that the clothes were neatly divided into two parts, one was a police uniform for work, a traffic police uniform, and the other was a regular uniform for daily wear, hung on a hanger and rested in the wardrobe, each piece of clothing was ironed very neatly, without wrinkles, because it was placed in the wardrobe, even if it was shelved for many years, it was not covered with any dust.

Looking back at his body, he was almost naked, barefoot and bare-legged, wearing only a pair of shabby shorts.

There were no stains, as the flora helped him clean up the blood and dirt on his body, and the smell of blood on his body would make it easier to track, because even the non-human-like one still kept his body clean.

The reason why he didn't wear clothes was because the clothes were too easy to tear, and they didn't play a role in covering him up, and the shoes were completely useless to him, and he could use the flora to simulate better shoes.

(End of chapter)