People shouldn't have souls after death.

Otherwise, I've been dead for so many days, yet I haven't seen my dad.

Indeed, a long time has passed; Xu Shuo's hair has grown longer.

My death is still an unsolved case.

Xu Shuo stood in the hallway where I fell from the small building, carrying his suitcase. The photos he had taken of me had already been deleted.

He also deleted our call records.

All it takes is a slight move of the finger to erase the past.

He is moving away, starting a new life.

But just as he turned his head, he was stopped.

“Tongtong?”

Xu Shuo's suitcase fell to the ground.

But that couldn't be me.

I'm already dead.

He must have seen wrong; the person rushing towards him was just a small woman under 1.6 meters tall.

Yesterday, she had been locked in a mental hospital.

No one knew how she escaped.

She rushed at him so fast and with such momentum that he fell down by inertia before he could react.

Many people saw them fall together from the building.

There were Xu Shuo's family members, who cried out in grief.

And the arriving police.

They found new evidence and suspected Xu Shuo of murder and disposing of the body.

But where was the evidence now?

Unless...

A stuttering voice emerged from the back of the crowd, “I...I saw it. He pushed my sister from the building.”

It was my brother; he hadn't spoken in a crowd for a long time.

“How can the words of a mental patient be used as testimony? I will sue! You caused my child's death, and I will sue to the end!”

Someone else's voice explained.

“He only has communication difficulties,

not mental illness, so his testimony is credible. Moreover, his communication difficulties have already been cured; he is now just a normal person.”

With a "thud," my mother's and Xu Shuo's bodies finally hit the ground.

Epilogue

One day, I don't know which day it was.

I can't tell time anymore now.

I was walking on the back mountain.

As I walked, I heard someone calling me.

I turned around, and it was my dad and mom.

My mom was scolding my dad, saying he was stupid to death.

My dad asked my mom why she jumped from such a high building, leaving their son alone.

My mom didn't answer him.

I knew.

Besides being my brother's mom,

she was also a murderer.

When she was alive, people always called my brother the child of a murderer.

Things that couldn't be wiped out while alive could disappear quickly once dead.

And even if she were alive, she couldn't take care of my brother anymore.

My mom called my name.

I was stunned for a moment.

I never expected to reunite with them again.

I think the legend is true: if buried together after death, we would reunite.

Either my brother or a kind soul buried me with my parents.

I've always had something to say to my mom, something I wanted to say since I was sixteen.

I thought I'd never have the chance to say it.

I rushed to hug her.

"Mom, I have good news. The teacher said my brother's illness can be cured."

So, our family will get better.