My best brother has been dead for three months and the urn is sitting in my living room.
But now he was sitting in the passenger seat, handing me cigarettes and asking me what I wanted to eat tonight.
Brother Shui, the supplier, left me a message before he died: Don't go home tonight.
But the crow in my dream keeps urging me to go back to my old home.
I don't know who to listen to.
Later I discovered that I myself was not a living person.
1997, Shencheng. A story about a scam and a game within a game.
