The resurrected and most of the recovered planes and houses are gone.

I looked over and saw the old woman standing in the doorway of the building.

She may have heard the movement and peeping until something had just happened.

As I looked at her, she ran to the residential building like a rabbit.I don't know what she thought of, and she ran out again, and her head did not fly outside the community.

I knelt on the ground for a long time, my hands clutching the moist dirt, feeling the soul recovering a little.

The drawn line did not come back, which is more like a plant, took off the flowers, leaves, as long as the roots are still there, will always grow back.

It’s just growing, a little slowly.

Those who die may not be able to come back.

I looked up and looked at where my sister’s clothes were.

I didn’t cry or even feel the pain.The weakness and pain of the soul has overshadowed my other feelings.But I couldn’t take my eyes off either.The brain is blank, consciousness can only feel the pain, but I still stare at the mud, always, always watching.

It wasn’t until the pain eased and I felt a little light that I got up from the ground.

The sky in the east is white.

I don’t know, one night has passed.

It was quiet and there was no sound.

I heard the sound of helicopters, and in the distance, there was the sound of cars, but not like the sound of private cars and buses.

The sound of radio came from the top of the head.

I leaned my neck and saw a helicopter in the air.

The other side also seemed to find it, hovering over, and shouting on the trumpet.

I didn’t listen, I just walked toward the door.

I didn’t see that grandmother.There was still a helicopter sound above its head.

I stopped at the wreckage and put my hand on it.

The recovered soul was in pain again.

I tried to control the output of my ability and watched the car recover a little bit.

Then there is the driver in the car, the store, the counter, the clerk in the counter...

“Ah—” cried the driver, touching his face and chest with an implausible expression.

I stopped my ability, gritted my teeth and endured the pain, and walked to the side of the co-pilot's seat, "reverse the car..."

The driver saw me, and again saw the clerk who was pressed behind the counter, shivered, and began to reverse the car.

He kept thinking, "What's the matter," "I'm not dead," "I'm alive," "whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Tick it.

I saw clothes and shoes that fell on the ground.

My heart was still beating smoothly, and my breathing was not disturbed.

When I bent down to pick up those things, my hands trembled.

The coat was carried by me, and the inside pocket slipped to the ground.

I saw the papers, the wallet, and a small notebook.

I couldn’t help but relax and stare at the two pictures on the document for a long time.

“Help... help . . . cough . . . coughing . . the clerk coughed, vomiting blood in his mouth.”

The car sounded outside, and the driver shouted in horror and surprise.

Soldiers in uniform and with guns surrounded the shop and rushed in neatly and orderly.

All these things I just glanced at, and reached out to pick up everything on the ground carefully.

“There’s an injury here!”

“Sir, are you capable?”You . . . the soldier who came looked like an officer, but his attitude was not strong, not afraid, but a little overwhelmed, “Your ability is to be resurrected?”

I put my papers in my bag and prepared to open the slap-sized notebook.

“Isn’t your name Lin?”The man asked again, “Before, in the open space next to the neighborhood...”

I saw the first page of the notebook, and the handwriting was Dad’s.

The first line was written on the date of my second birthday –

"We had a car accident tonight."

The second line is such a word.

I couldn’t stop holding my breath.

“We should be dead.

“That’s what my brother told us.We died, our heads were crushed, we died on the spot, and we burned the crematorium.

“But we are back again.

“It’s our son, bring us back.

“When we were hit by the car, my mother and I both felt pain, but the pain was fake, it was a dream.We were caught in his leg.When we react, we are standing at home.He lay at our feet.Wow, crying, especially wronged.

"In the living room, there are also confiscated paper money and candles.The boy was in the living room, still packing up.

“My son is crying.Little brother, he comes in.His face will never be forgotten.

“They thought they had met a ghost.

“We don’t know how to explain it.We don't know what happened either.My son cried and told me everything.We are not good at talking.

"The contract for the purchase of the tomb, the cost list for the cremation, are all spread out in the living room.It's all true.

“They were all buried...

“We were brought back by our son.

“He saved us.

“Both of us are dead in the eyes of others, and the funeral is done.”

“We explained to my brother and showed that we were still alive.We all remember being knocked down.There is no awareness at the back.This is a memory, and the little brother's statement is correct.When I got knocked down, I remembered seeing the car tires.But we have another memory, that is, our son grabbed our legs, and the two of us came home.

“And the date we remember was a week ago, today is my son’s second birthday.A week ago, just before we were hit, we were still talking about what he was going to do on his birthday.This week is empty for us.

“My son is too young to hold his mother and cry.We have two contradictory memories.My son didn’t even know there was such a thing.The two of us were helped by him and other relatives.The main run was him.He watched us burn.The urn that was buried was also the one he had been holding.

“This matter is not clear.We don't know what happened either.

At this point, the young man came to the door.

“He took his brother out.

“I don’t know what he did, so listen to him.

“He told us that his name was Ye Qing, and that he came to our son.He saw the scene that happened.Do the good for us.

“My little brother, the bodies they handled, that’s how they got.The ashes are still buried in the grave.

“He said it was easier to explain.For our resurrection from the dead, he was ready to explain.Like us, we all have two conflicting memories.

“We have two memories.

“He didn’t lie to us about it.He also wondered what our son did.

“Our son ... should be from this point in time, back to the past, to the past, to pull the past directly to the present.”There is a gap here.Fortunately, we were dead then and did nothing.The young man helped us get the fake body again, so for the others, nothing changed.

“He helped us, but not because of his good feelings.

“He wants to borrow our son’s abilities.

“Of course we can’t promise.

“He said a lot, what capable of, what spirit, what ghosts, and nurture.We’ve just experienced this incredible thing, but we don’t understand it too well.We can’t give the child to him anyway.Even if we are still with us, we do not worry about our son contacting him.

"He's too evil."