I also have other reasons. I have seen many deaths. Damn, I've already died a lot of people. But this is really weird to me. For some people, life is indeed over, especially for people I know. She won't wake up all at once.
"It's weird, isn't it?" a man asked, as if reading my thoughts.
Suddenly, the deep voice in my ears made me jump. "What?" I stammered. I suddenly realized how long I had been standing in front of the coffin, staring at the coffin.
"It's weird to see death after you have spent so much time overcoming it," he said.
He slipped into the conversation effortlessly, like a person showing up. He is very handsome. Maybe ten years older than me, he will not be more than thirty-five years old. His clothes were clean, ironed, and his hair pushed back from his eyes. This man is so clean that I feel embarrassed because my rough appearance contrasts sharply with his unity. I feel like the most sloppy lazy man, even because I have been wearing the same clothes for two days and I have just escaped from the jīng sacred hospital.
"Forgive me, but you are Fanfan, right? Danica's daughter?"
"Yes," I managed to say.
"Aren't you a death substitute agent?" he asked.
I nodded and looked around the room consciously, wondering if anyone else here knew who I was. There is no picture of me in the house. I checked it. I don't know any of these people. I have been paying attention to Danny, but I haven't seen him or any children yet. Maybe a funeral is not an event you take your children to. Maybe Danny was locked in another room to eat cookies.
"Oh, don't worry. I don't think no one knows about your existence. I am the oldest friend here." The stranger reached out his hand. "This is Mr. Reeves. I know your parents."
I shook his hand. "Eddie is not my father."
"I didn't mean Mr. Phelps," Mr. Reeves said with a smile. "I know your father, Eric, you are as beautiful as your mother," he said.
I find this kind of compliment difficult to digest. "thanks."
"Except for some of your facial features, it looks more like Eric's."
"How do you know my parents?" I asked.
"You don't know Danica or Eric. They used to be inseparable." His voice trembled and walked away. "It's a pity that I don't remember him at all. I like to remember the past. But 15 years have passed."
I really don't want to talk to him if he has nothing useful to say, but I'm a bit stuck between the wall and my mother's coffin.
"I can see that I make you uncomfortable." He smiled slowly. "I'm sorry to stare at you, but the last time I saw you, you were a little girl. You have grown up now, which is a bit unbearable for me. As they say, time flies."
"Sorry, I don't remember you anymore."
"I don't think so," he said. His eyes seemed to be burning, making me twist uncomfortably. "Like I said, you were still very young."
He leaned forward again, exuding charm. I smelled his cologne, and he whispered to me quietly, as if sharing a dirty secret. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"It depends."
"Are you Jack in the box?"
The person we call nrdyang xìng was buried in the coffin, and when he woke up, he was in the coffin. The cemetery resumed the habit of ringing the bell, and the strings ran from the coffin to the bell on the ground. If they are still alive, ring the doorbell and the guard will dig them out.
"No, you can't ask me personal questions." I searched the room again, praying for Danny to appear suddenly. To give me some privacy, Kayla wandered by the car, but now I wish I could let her in. She knows how to stop me from talking about this topic. If I scream, will anyone in this room come to help me
Mr. Reeves deliberately ignored my discomfort and continued to speak.
"I've heard that necromancers can move objects with their mind, change the reality around them, and even teleport. Anything you can think of, a necromancer can do this," he said.
I think I may have heard this sentence in the movie. "Such as jumping from one place to another?"
"Yes," he replied. "Some people can even resurrect corpses from the grave and control them like an army. They can freeze time only by willpower."
I didn't believe him at all, and blinked at him. I burst out laughing, more because of nervousness than anything else. More than a few people turned their heads to me. It's nice to know that I can draw attention if needed.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear," I told Reeves.
"Just a part?" he asked, frowning.
"Fan Fan!" a small voice shouted, and I turned around, holding me tightly with two thin arms. The top of my head hit my chin, and I was overwhelmed by the smell of boys and home-cooked food. Once I peeled the abductor off my body, the first thing I noticed was the big hazel eyes, exactly the same as mine.
"Daniel," I said, squeezing him hard to make his toes pop out of the floor. God, he was so young when I saw him last time, and now he is as tall as me.
Daniel, Daniel.
I turned to call Mr. Reeves, but he was gone. Thank God. However, I still turned the room upside down. I feel better when he is away. The room became colder and breathing became easier. I also feel more stable. Feelings of nausea, dizziness, and nausea slowly left my cramped body. I let Danny breathe a sigh of relief.
"You are here," he said in the same desperate tone. He refused to let me go. "I didn't expect you to come."
"Of course, I'm here." My breath scattered some curly hair on top of his head. He grew up with uncontrollable waves and freckles just like me. "How are you? How are you?"
He finally left me and took my hand. I thought it was weird, but I didn't leave him. I am now willing to give this child anything he needs.
"I miss her," he said. "But I understand that God needs her now."
It sounds like my mother taught him. "Are you okay? Where are you going to live now? Who will take care of you?"
"Uncle Paul and Aunt Judy," he said. Aunt Judy is Eddie’s younger sister, one of the few names I remember, but no real memory of her exists.
"How are they?" I asked him, afraid of the worst. I know I can’t take care of a child right now, but if I let this child be with anyone who is depraved, I will be cursed.
"Uncle Paul and I often go fishing, and he let me drive his truck across the fields. Aunt Jody may have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but she is a very good cook, she helps me with homework. They live not far away, So I don’t have to change schools or go to nothing."
"Anything will do," I corrected. His description did not make the rapists or child abusers scream, so my shoulders relaxed. "It sounds like you will be happy with them, Danny. I'm really happy."
I said it too early. He wrinkled his ears and his little lips trembled. "I hope she is not dead."
"Me too, buddy," I told him, although I didn't feel too sad about her death. In this box, the woman I knew and nothing in this house, except the barn, was burned to ashes. Maybe it's because the house is crowded with people. Maybe it's been seven years since I spoke to her, I'm not sure. I know that no matter what I expect from it, I don't have it. My pain has nothing to do with the body. My regret comes from elsewhere.
"I want her to wake up," he whispered. "Just like you."
I saw an orphan staring at his mother with tears in his eyes, and my heart was broken. ""Oh, my dear. This is not the case. I hope so, but it is not. "Because I inherited my NRD from my father.
"Why don't you go home?" he asked. "You could have saved her."
I should have expected it. I looked directly into his eyes so that he knew what I was going to say was the truth. "It's not because of you, Danny. Okay? I promise it's not because of you. Mom and I don't get along well."
"But we miss you so much."
Mom will never miss me.
"Do you think I will stop loving you because you are a dead soul?" he asked.
I bit my lip and couldn't help laughing. Whenever anyone uses the word "zombie", a warm anger surges into his heart. However, hearing it come out of my brother's mouth, his voice is still sweet and preteen, making me smile.
And he has grown up, at least he can deal with some facts. "Mum told me not to come back. I guess she was worried that I would hurt you"
"That's not what mom told me," he said. "She said you got a job and moved away. She said that's what an adult did."
"She talked about me?"
"Always," he said.
"Impossible," I blurted out. Can't she tell me this? "What did she say?"
"She is proud of you," he said.
I kissed the top of his head and squeezed him again. I fixed my swaying body with that little guy. I don't know what else to do.
I saw Kayla coming in through the back door of the kitchen, and she waved her hand. I have no time.
Danny must have felt the change. "Please don't go. I promise it's okay. Aunt Jody doesn't like necromancy, but Uncle Paul doesn't care. He said God has a plan for everything."
"I can't stay," I told him. "Let me arrange some things, and I promise to see you."
He held me tighter.
"I promise I will make more calls, write more things, send emails, no matter what you kids do now. Will you send text messages?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I do not have a phone"
Christmas gift, no problem.
"Tell your uncle, I have money, if you need anything, he should call me," I said, handing him a crumpled business card. Then I stuffed the stack of money Ally gave me into his hand. "Take this also and put it aside, just in case." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)