I was dead, yes, it took a few days of discovery for me to accept this.
Way of death: I wrote in my diary that if I die, I hope I will be in a very large reservoir, floating quietly on the water waiting to be discovered, and then scatter my ashes in the nearby Anning River. I think that is the most dignified and peaceful way to die. On the day of my death, after seeing a psychiatrist, I ate a bowl of wontons on the roadside, then went home and went straight to bed. When I woke up, I found that I was dead and my body was in a reservoir in the suburbs...
In the past few days, I have been sitting on the edge of the reservoir, watching my body being picked up and sent away, watching my parents cry for a long time; watching the police, reporters, and unknown people who came and went... I also saw my psychiatrist twice, once the night after I was picked up and sent away, and once this morning... I can't explain why I can still see everything around me, but I have now accepted my own death. Now I only have one idea, to figure out how I died.
Purpose: In the process of searching for the cause of my death, I discovered an unexpected truth...