Shen Mo is dead.
What he didn't expect was that one by one his relics would line up to ask for an explanation from him.
The first thing that came was a collection of poems. She stood in front of him in the form of a young man, opened her mouth and asked:
"Are you still writing?"
Shen Mo: "I'll write about your mother."
And then there are the glasses: "Does the truth matter?"
Pillbox: "Are you seeking life or waiting to die?"
…
Each one brought with it the memories he least wanted to face during his lifetime, and each one was more difficult to deal with.
He thought he would be clean after death, but ended up being busier after death than alive.
The most terrible thing is the last relic - his old mobile phone.
He turned into a human and stood in front of Shen Mo and said his name was Lu Yu.
Shen Mo: "You're here to ask for an explanation too? What are you asking for? Didn't I give you a mask when I was alive?"
"You owe me your life," he said.
Shen Mo smiled: "I'm dead."
"So I'm late."
The relics come one by one. If you deny it, forget it; if you reconcile it, the pain will come back.
And Lu Yu always stood behind him. Every time he was denied something, he caught it and hid it in his body.
Whatever Shen Mo throws away, he keeps. He keeps it until there are cracks all over his body and until he can't stand still.
"Are you crazy?" Shen Mo finally found out.
"Yes," Lu Yu said, "In the stories you wrote, every character can wait until the end, but I can't."
"Then what ending do you want?"
"You are alive," he said, "or you admit that the last person you thought of in those three seconds before you died was me."
Qiangqiang | 1v1 | HE
Paranoid waiting to become a spirit and attacking from a superior position×hard-tongued and cold-hearted late writer
Amnesia, Suspense, Afterlife, Two-way Redemption, Soul Mate
Purpose: Every part of yourself that you throw away is worthy of being found.
