At three o'clock in the morning, there was a compressor sound in the rental house without a refrigerator. I opened the closet and inside was a double-door refrigerator covered with fruit magnets. In the freezer lay my fiancée who had been dead for three years. She opened her eyes and said, "You put me in the wrong place again."
From that day on, the city began sending dead people to the homes of the living. If you send it by mistake, you have to return it; there are three things you need to do to return it: the original route, the original lie, and the original error. But every time something is returned, there is one less person in the world who remembers Shen Hui. Properties disappear, landlords become Buddhas, and another "wake up me" is crossing out my name. The person who texted me said that he was from the seventh awakening and that I must not become him.
Only when everyone forgets who I am, the real recipient behind the refrigerator door, will I sign for it.
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