Then, it suddenly went "Oh!".
Li: "I have a bold guess; do you want to hear it?"
Zhang Ze: "No."
Li ignored Zhang Ze and continued to speak, "Do you think it's possible that this person is actually you, and the one in the coffin is someone else?"
Li tousled Zhang Ze's hair.
"Actually, you were the one who was crushed to death, and the current you is someone else. You were crushed to death by the coffin, I... how should I say this?"
Li was speaking and ended up confusing himself, starting to count on his fingers, trying to sort out the tangled relationship.
"I told you to read less of those rubbish books I wrote, but you didn't listen. Those are all made-up stories; nothing is this mysterious. But, Li, you did remind me of something."
Zhang Ze took Li off his head, then bent down to pick up the skeleton's hand, looking at it for a while, and aligned it with the handprint on the coffin lid.
They fit perfectly.
"Ah, this..."
