hsntnovel Chapter 380 A Rare Scene
Chapter 380 A Rare Scene
Ashes, crematorium.
Jiang Xingni could understand each word individually, but when they were put together, she felt as if she had suddenly become acutely illiterate.
My initial determination to find out the truth suddenly wavered at this moment.
Can a person be brought back to life after turning to ashes? Jiang Xingni once again suspected that the two people in front of him were accomplices in a fraud scheme.
"We're not liars," Xie Yungui said helplessly. "How can we prove it to you? We really are people with superpowers."
Jiang Xingni: "I know you are people with superpowers."
Although Song Juexiao didn't have much of an impression of Xie Yungui, Jiang Xingni believed that they were superhumans because Xie Yungui was indeed capable of dealing with monsters.
Xie Yungui was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Xingni's next words: "But just because someone has superpowers doesn't mean there aren't any fraudsters, right?"
……
How is he supposed to answer that?
"It doesn't make any sense that a person can be resurrected after being burned to ashes, does it?"
Xie Yungui suddenly thought of Lu Xianqing.
When she missed Jiang Xingni the most, she did indeed personally push her own body into the crematorium, then picked up her ashes and delivered them to Jiang Xingni's grave.
She herself did not die, so it is impossible to build a tomb for her next to Jiang Xingni's tomb.
If Jiang Xingni's grave had been built in the wilderness or in the cemetery of Taixu Academy, they could have built a grave for Lu Xianqing to fulfill the little girl's small wish. But by sheer coincidence, Jiang Xingni's grave was built in the Martyrs' Cemetery.
Although Lu Xianqing's contributions should have earned him a place in the martyrs' cemetery after his death, the biggest problem is that Lu Xianqing did not die.
A fake death won't work, and neither will a real urn.
No one can go in unless they are dead.
Lu Xianqing finally gave up in despair.
"...Can I visit my grave?" Jiang Xingni suddenly asked, on a whim.
It's possible...
Jiang Xingni calculated that since he didn't have many classes in the afternoon, and he was going to the cemetery to see his own grave, this was an experience that not everyone could have.
Fortunately, there were no classes, otherwise Jiang Xingni would have racked her brains to come up with an excuse to ask for leave—should she tell the truth and say that she was going to visit her own grave, or should she find some other excuse to sneak away?
Jiang Xingni was uncertain.
"Okay..." Song Juexiao hadn't expected Jiang Xingni to come up with such a question and conclusion after some thought. "But isn't Xu Niannian still on her way?"
"Should we bring Xu Niannian along?" Song Juexiao asked softly.
Jiang Xingni and Song Juexiao had the same idea.
As luck would have it, Jiang Xingni's plan was exactly the same.
She sent the message to Xu Niannian from a different location: 【You know where my grave is, right? Let's meet there.】
Xu Niannian knew this, of course. In fact, she would visit Jiang Xingni's grave every month to pay her respects.
She didn't know that Jiang Xingni had said he might come back. For ordinary people, death is death, and life and death are irreversible outcomes. Unless they return to the real world as monsters like Zhao Henshan, very few dead people can go home.
Even if she returns as a monster, Xu Niannian is not sure if becoming a monster is the ending Jiang Xingni wants for the story.
Jiang Xingni has been killing monsters all along and has been claiming that the dead should return to where the dead belong. Would she really be willing to come back in such an inhuman and ghostly manner?
Xu Niannian felt that the answer to this question would most likely be no.
So each time she only offered flowers at Jiang Xingni's grave, she would occasionally see primary and secondary school students coming here for study tours. The flowers at Jiang Xingni's grave were never empty; there would always be new flowers every time she came.
Everyone remembers Jiang Xingni in this way, or some people may not even remember who Jiang Xingni is, but because she is here, they regard her as a hero.
Thinking back to this moment, Xu Niannian would always be grateful to the person who buried Jiang Xingni in the martyrs' cemetery.
As long as this cemetery exists, there will always be people who want to know about Jiang Xingni. She will become a part of history, instead of being forgotten and becoming dust crushed by time after the few people who knew her die.
She could accept being forgotten, but she found it hard to accept that someone like Jiang Xingni would have a similar fate.
Compared to Xu Niannian's university, Capital University is closer to the cemetery where Jiang Xingni is buried.
After exiting the subway, walk a few more steps and you'll arrive at your destination.
Jiang Xingni followed behind Song Juexiao, wearing a mask on her face—not sure if there was a photo of herself on the tombstone, and in order to prevent a ghostly scene from appearing in broad daylight, Jiang Xingni finally took this method to cover her face.
It was a weekday, the sun was shining, and the weather was fine.
Students, whether from middle school or elementary school, were still walking quietly under the guidance of their teachers.
Jiang Xingni merely glanced at them, not taking the children seriously.
Until, under Song Juexiao's guidance, she successfully met face-to-face with this group of children on a study tour.
Jiang Xingni: ...
She silently shrank behind Song Juexiao.
She seemed to already know what these children were up to and what questions they would ask next.
"What's the pronunciation of the character 'Jiang Xingni'? It sounds like 'tomb'." One of the children couldn't even recognize all the characters; he'd already forgotten the character "之" halfway through and could only whisper to his friend for help. "Who is Jiang Xingni? That name sounds familiar. Didn't we talk about her in class?"
Her friend gave her a disdainful look: "That's the guy who exposed all these weirdos and superpowered individuals!"
"Have you forgotten? Didn't we come out this time specifically to see Jiang Xingni's grave?"
The child suddenly realized, "Oh, I see! No wonder that sounded so familiar..."
"She was so young, why did she die?" The child looked at Jiang Xing's birth and death dates engraved on the tombstone and fell into confusion again.
In the front row, the teacher leading the group bent down, clapped her hands twice, and drew the children's attention back to herself: "Alright, alright, good children, look at me. Who can answer this question? Why did Jiang Xingni want to expose this matter? Why didn't she continue to keep it from ordinary people like us as before?"
No one answered.
This question is a bit too difficult for a group of children who seem to be in elementary school, not even in middle school yet.
"I want to know," the friend who had just spoken suddenly interjected. "There must be many other people who want to know. People always have to grow up, just like us now. My mom wasn't afraid I'd get hurt, so she just kept me at home protecting me!"
She gave an example with great confidence.