After seeing those neighbors again, the shadows of childhood that had haunted Le Jia and Le Ren dissipated. Some black substance invisible to the naked eye slowly shattered.
Gao Ming put away the black-and-white photograph. The neighbors waved to the two children, and the sound of flowing water gradually faded into the distance.
The brothers' corpses in the Shadow World had been destroyed, and Gao Ming had learned something from it: every kind of mental anguish in reality corresponded to something in the Shadow World.
The real solution was not to ignore that pain and let it pile up in the shadows, but to bring it back into reality and destroy it there. Only then would it cease to burden either world.
"My job here is done. Live good lives from now on, you two."
Only now had Gao Ming truly gained the right to use the Flood Disaster Posthumous Photograph. Everything he had put into this had been worth it.
"Thank you. Could you give us your contact information?" Le Jia took out his phone. "If you ever need our help with anything, just say the word."
Perhaps realizing that his profession was rather unusual, he hurriedly added, "That includes any everyday errands you need done. We're both very strong."
"What your neighbors hoped for you is exactly what I want you to do." After exchanging contact information with the brothers, Gao Ming quickly left.
Inside the Crematorium, the brothers were still looking at the little Captain's Hat in their hands. Zhang Fendou had given it to them. From now on, they would be the new captains.
After leaving the Funeral Home, Gao Ming felt a wave of dizziness and sat down on the steps.
His chest caved in slightly. Strands of blood hooked into his skin like rusty