Who moved her body?

"That person must not have been to the funeral home yet, otherwise they would definitely have found Guan Jie's name! Hopefully, that person hasn't been there yet."

As Zhuang Buyi walked through the traffic, he prayed, "They must not have been there. Xiao Xian is dead. Maybe it's just someone who knew Xiao Xian before looking for her."

"If they know Song Xiaoxian is dead but are still investigating her and searching for her former lover, then there's only one possibility." Zhuang Buyi shuddered as a thought he didn't want to admit surfaced: "Song Xiaoxian isn't dead, and the person Guan Jie encountered was indeed Song Xiaoxian."

This person with ulterior motives knew that Song Xiaoxian grew up in an orphanage, but didn't know that her lover was Guan Jie. The only explanation is that he had Song Xiaoxian's file, and the official file contained details of her upbringing and education. Song Xiaoxian and Guan Jie hadn't registered their marriage when she died, so the person who came didn't realize that the person they were looking for was Guan Jie.

But this person will eventually find Guan Jie. Guan Jie was the one who took Song Xiaoxian's ashes from the funeral home; there's Guan Jie's signature there. The hospital also has it; after Song Xiaoxian was admitted to the hospital following the car accident, all the signatures were Guan Jie's.

A car in front of him on the left suddenly tried to change lanes, and Zhuang Buyi honked his horn loudly, startling the car into retreating back into its original lane.

Zhuang Buyi now has only one thought: to prevent the visitors from obtaining Guan Jie's information, otherwise Guan Jie will be exposed.

Wild Rock Island is a mysterious place. If they find out that Guan Jie has infiltrated their island, Zhuang Buyi can hardly imagine what the outcome will be.

No, he knows.

They will make Guan Jie disappear!

Guan Jie erased his identity and whereabouts; if he disappeared, he disappeared forever.

Hopefully, it's not too late! Zhuang Buyi's car was blocking two parking spaces, and the security guard shouted behind him, "Park your car properly!"

A hearse began playing funeral music, drowning out the security guard's voice. The guard waved his arm helplessly, giving up on his attempt to get Zhuang Buyi to park the car in a parking space.

"Why are you in such a hurry when the person is already dead?" the security guard sighed.

……

A kind-looking middle-aged man, Director He, received Zhuang Buyi. He had a kind face and a slightly upturned mouth, which made him look like he was empathizing with Zhuang Buyi's grief.

Perhaps due to his work at the funeral home, Director He naturally exudes an expression that comforts the bereaved families, bringing solace to any family member who comes to inquire.

Before Zhuang Buyi could speak, Director He stepped forward, grabbed Zhuang Buyi's hands, shook them gently, and said, "Hello, hello..."

Director He struggled to swallow the rest of his sentence, because the curator had just told him on the phone that Zhuang Buyi was not a relative of the deceased, but was just asking about a friend from five years ago, so he couldn't say the usual "please accept my condolences."

"Hello Director He, a friend of mine was cremated here five years ago. I was asked by my friend to look at the records from that time."

Director He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Song Xiaoxian died in a car accident five years ago in the summer. She was cremated here after all rescue efforts failed."

Director He scratched his head, then tried to cover up his troubles by tidying his hair, as if his hair was causing him a great deal of annoyance.

"I know this Song Xiaoxian. Mr. Zhuang, it's like this, since this lady has been gone for five years, what would you like to know about us?"

"I'd like to see all the documents that Song Xiaoxian needs to sign at the funeral home."

"It's not that I don't want to show it to you, it's just..." Director He twitched his facial muscles and said awkwardly, "It's just that Song Xiaoxian's records were all taken away a week ago."

"What did you say?"

Zhuang Buyi felt a sinking feeling in his heart, as if he had suddenly lost his balance.

"All of Song Xiaoxian's records have been transferred. The higher-ups didn't say why, so I naturally couldn't ask. Don't you think so? Those of us in this line of work deal with the families of the deceased. We've seen all sorts of strange requests. I think maybe the family of the deceased didn't want to leave anything behind. Although this is against the rules, I had no choice but to comply since the higher-ups said so."

"A week ago?" Zhuang Buyi repeated.

"Yes, a week ago." Director He placed his hands on the table, flicking a pencil back and forth with his right middle finger. "Today, just before you came, someone came asking for Song Xiaoxian's records. He got very angry when he heard he didn't have them, grabbed my collar, and was about to punch me. His companion stopped him. Were you with him?"

"I don't think so." Zhuang Buyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't think so either. They don't look like good people at all. You're so polite, how could you be with them? But why did you all suddenly come to see Song Xiaoxian's records at the same time? I've looked at her records, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. It's just a normal cremation process."

"Do you remember all the signatures on the records?" Zhuang Buyi's heart jumped again.

Director He gave a sly smile.

"I remember, but I didn't tell that person. I guess the higher-ups wanted no one to know. The person who organizes the documents doesn't have any other skills, except for a good memory; they can remember everything they see."

Zhuang Buyi smiled and stood up.

"Since you know what the higher-ups mean, it's better if you have a bad memory. Sometimes having too good a memory isn't a good thing."

Director He's smile froze on his face, and his lips twitched a few times.

"Yes, I don't know anything. How could I know if there are no records here? Look how old and senile I am."

As Zhuang Buyi turned around, Director He slapped his forehead in frustration, the sound so loud that Zhuang Buyi thought he was about to commit suicide.

Outside, people dressed in mourning clothes gathered at one entrance, waiting quietly. At the other exit, a woman held an urn of ashes alone, weeping silently.

Some people come into this world alone and leave alone, while others come quietly and leave in glory. That's the difference in life. Just like some people die and are forgotten, while others die but live in the hearts of others. That's the distinction!

Zhuang Buyi's thoughts drifted back to five years ago.

After Song Xiaoxian's death, Guan Jie bore all the pain alone. He didn't know how Guan Jie got through it, but he knew that Song Xiaoxian had never left Guan Jie's heart.

When Guan Jie came out carrying Song Xiaoxian's urn, he said to Zhuang Buyi, who was waiting outside, "My world is no longer complete."

There were no tears, yet Zhuang Buyi clearly felt an overwhelming sadness.

Zhuang Buyi sighed; he didn't want to stay at the funeral home for another second.

He's going to the hospital.

He knew the other person must have thought of what he was thinking, and he hoped it wouldn't be too late.

The security guard shouted at Zhuang Buyi, "Remember to park properly next time. Look, you're taking up two parking spaces by yourself. How are other people supposed to park? There aren't enough parking spaces now..."

Zhuang Buyi stepped on the brake and pressed the start button, "Screw next time!"