After I died, I saw my body stand up.
It walked out of the morgue, went to the bathroom, and applied exquisite makeup on itself.
Then it used my identity to find the senior I had a crush on.
I watched them date, they kiss, they fell in love.
I was distraught.
Finally, I found a chance to talk to it: "What on earth are you going to do!"
My corpse smiled at me and said, "I'm going to do what you want, kill him."
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·The text is a third-person narrative
Intent: Present-day suspense
