I received an invitation to my own funeral, with my name written in gold foil.
I squeezed into the crowd and saw another me lying in the coffin, wearing an expensive suit that I had never bought.
The pastor suddenly stopped during his speech and stared at me in the crowd: "The dead please rest in peace, and the living must not overstep their bounds."
I came home and found that all the faces in the photos had been replaced with the one in the coffin.
After calling the police, the police took out the inheritance document signed by me and said: "Mr. Chen, you just passed the property to yourself yesterday."
