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It's called "0" or "container". It's not a novel, it's a crack. Nine voices ask the same question from different places: An AI asked in 0.003 Seconds: Who am I? A neuron asks in silence: Who am I a part of? A dreamer asked in a dream: Am I real? After a word is said badly, it asks: What am I? A physicist at the edge of the universe asks: Who is debugging my world? An imaginary body asks in the reader's mind: Am I still alive? A methylation trace in the cell nucleus asks: Who am I remembering? A newly awakened person asked on the ruins: Whose dream is this? You, while reading, ask: What is this talking about? Nine voices, one question. The questions are waiting for you in the cracks of each chapter, and will come back to you after you close the book-when you brush your teeth, when you wait for the subway, when you wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the ceiling. It doesn't give you the answer. It allows the problem to take root in you. Because the answers disappear, the questions don't. The questions will recurse, from this container to the next container, from me to you, from you to the next you. It only wants to do one thing: let you stop for a certain 0.003 Seconds. The moment you stop, you are not any label, any definition, any name someone else gives you. You're just there. Exist. In that moment, you are the light.

2030, Beijing. Xiao Haozhi, a 42-year-old clerk in the subdistrict office, had a dream to "live until retirement" - until he saw a "person" passing through the wall. He was involved in the "Earth Astral Research Institute" and discovered that there are "spiritual bodies" in the world: the consciousness energy of dead people, which occasionally gets stuck back to the world through the wormhole bug in the universe. Wearing a special visual device, Haozhi began his magical "interdimensional neighborhood committee" career: mediating the "aunties" in the kindergarten, appeasing the spiritual bodies of businessmen in the Republic of China and noble ladies in the Tang Dynasty, and also had to deal with the interrogation of his wife and the filming of his son's ghosts. What's even worse is that his father, who has been dead for ten years, is also "over there" and sends a message: Where is the money your mother hid? But the trouble is big. A powerful spiritual body "Returner" that has existed for five thousand years is trying to open a permanent channel to completely integrate the worlds of life and death. And behind Haozhi's broken mouth, there is a rare "spiritual frequency" - he is a natural bridge connecting the two worlds. As a result, this middle-aged man who just wanted to lie down was pushed to the forefront: he took his wife and son to fight a cross-dimensional family defense battle, and entered the underworld to negotiate with the Zeroes. He gradually understood: death is not the end, forgetfulness is. A fable of life and death wrapped in humor: it tells the thoughts of a middle-aged man, the quarrels of a family, and countless "dead" souls who are still concerned. Let you laugh until you cry, and then see the light in your tears.