The Return Journey of 0.3 Grams

0.3 Grams. This is a calculation that Lu Jian made in his paper three years ago. If consciousness is quantum information, then the mass of the soul should be 0.3 Grams. That paper was trampled into the mud by academia. Three months later, he was diagnosed with glioblastoma and had less than ten days to live. I will die quietly in the ICU. He saw the light in the ward. When the veteran died, a ball of white light floated out from the old man's temple, condensed into the appearance of a young soldier in mid-air, saluted, and disappeared through the ceiling. Invisible to everyone. Except him. A female nurse wearing a ginkgo leaf brooch said in a very low voice: "They don't want your brain. They want the 0.3 Grams after you die." Lu Jian was forcibly transferred to the headquarters of the "Entropy Group". Former tutor Chen Entropy personally received him. Ten years ago, he said on the university podium that "consciousness may be quantum information." Ten years later, he stood in front of rows of glass jars imprisoning souls and told Lu Jian with a smile: "You are the perfect fuel." And Chen Entropy is doing something. Imprisoning the consciousnesses of the dead, burning them like coal, drives his plan for immortality. Lu Jian only had seven days left to live. Within seven days, he would either escape or become a compressed mass of light in a glass jar. But more important than escaping is another thing: my mother who died of illness three years ago. She is still alive. Being burned. There was only one person in the whole city who could help him - the woman named Su Wan wearing a ginkgo leaf brooch. She is the "guide". In ancient times, they were called ferrymen. Specially responsible for guiding the souls after death to reincarnation. This is an escape about reincarnation, but also a riot about farewell and reunion.