Something doesn't feel right about disappearing.
The folds on the empty bus seats are the shapes of people who have just sat on them.
After the rain, the road was completely wet, with only a small area dry, as if someone had been standing there for a long time.
Someone puts an extra set of dishes and chopsticks in their house every day, and the whole family can't tell who it is for.
The city is being rewritten every day. The person who was written off was not dead - he never existed. Files, photos, names, and even the memories of family members were smoothed and cleaned overnight.
These are the only things I still remember.
They are called circumstantial evidence.
Shen Jibai, the official seal official of the Consensus Department, has been working for "Pingping" for the last eight years and has never failed. Until the man in the mutual witness room in the south of the city raised his eyes and looked at him - the anchor failed for the first time in eight years. That person's name is Cheng Que. He is not in any version of the system, but he lives better than anyone else.
Shen Jibai started to chase.
This line started from the crease of an empty seat, passed through the gray market and old stalls, passed through the burn marks on Cheng Que's left wrist that had not closed for twelve years - and finally circled back to his own desk, where he signed every name with his own hands in the past eight years.
Intention: I won't let you be written off silently from this world
