Live Again

In the black Passat traveling at low speed, Max, leaning against the backseat with one hand on his chin, inexplicably asked, "Does Space Seriousness exist?" "Hmm?" Emma freed her right hand on the steering wheel, casually turned off the music, and scanned the rearview mirror, "What did you say?" Grace, in the passenger seat, also pushed her frame to look at Max. After contemplating, Max shook his head in self-deprecation, "I mean, at this very moment, could there be another me in another dimension who is, perhaps, living a very different life than I am, maybe ......" "What's wrong with you today?" "Nothing, just reading too many novels lately." Max spread his arms, his eyes falling on the dark clouds that were becoming cloudy outside the window, "That's a boring question indeed, well, ignore me." Grace and Emma exchanged a glance and whirled around solemnly, "I don't think that argument will ever exist. You may think that your other dimensional self will make better choices about things you were once a little hesitant about, but in actuality, you are who you are, and those inevitable choices won't change, you'll still be going to the same high school as the rest of us, you'll still be meeting Gu Teacher, will still ......" "Okay!" Emma interrupted her girlfriend with a frown, watching Max's reaction in the rearview mirror. Grace looked at Emma, "So even if such a parallel dimension existed, you would still be talking to us in the car at this point, wouldn't you?" Max savored Grace's words, then let his body sit a little more upright, "Well, that makes sense, but well, if an opportunity arose, even a tiny, tiny one, history would change." "Unfortunately, such an opportunity will not arise." Zee ...... Emma parked the car in front of the supermarket, "Go ask you in the other dimension, don't you know everything? Lol, I've got my cell phone here. Why don't you two try it?" Max grinned, perhaps feeling a little too bored, and didn't continue the conversation. "I'm going to go shopping with Grace. Why don't you wait in the car for a while?" "Go." Ten minutes later, a roar echoed through the night sky ...... Emma and Grace couldn't have imagined that that simple "Go" would be Max's last words on earth. ...... A day later. A haggard Emma, leaning on her head, sighed alone in the living room. Grace sighed softly, stepped on her slippers, and squatted in front of him, "Don't be like this, didn't Uncle Ren ask you to notify Max's friends?" Reaching over, she took the cell phone on the coffee table and shoved it in her boyfriend's hand, "Check his phone book and call them one by one." Emma rubbed her eyes vigorously, "I know all his friends. Why would I need to check his phone book?" "Huh, there's a missing text on it." Grace squinted her eyes and took a closer look, her face visibly frozen, "Vizzi look at ......" Emma impatiently went over her head and repeated the text as it was written, "Hao, stay at my house tonight." Seeing this, Emma hurriedly flipped to the number. It was a globe, but since Max's phone book had no record of it, the two couldn't tell who the person was. "Why do I feel like a woman sent this?" Emma turned back and forth with her cell phone, "But Max didn't have a girlfriend when he was alive, hmmm, right, didn't you say you introduced your classmate to him a few days ago, could it be that she contacted Max secretly?" "No way, right?" Grace took Max's cell phone from her boyfriend, "Wait, I'll try calling one from my phone." Tada ...... Grace thought to herself, if it was someone she knew, the cell phone would have automatically displayed the person's name as soon as she dialed it after entering the number. "Huh, it's someone I know." After broadcasting the string of numbers, a woman's name popped up on the cell phone screen. Emma shook her head and sighed bitterly, "Which one of your classmates is it? Alas, you should talk to her about Max's matter....... Hmm? Grace, what's wrong with you?" Emma grabbed the staring Grace and shook her, "What's wrong with you? Say something. Don't scare me, okay? Grace! Grace!" Grace's hands, shaking, "Do you remember the time of Max's death?" "Yes, 8:34, why do you ask?" "See for yourself ......" Grace let her cell phone screen point at Emma, "Time of sending, eight thirty-four." Emma wondered, "What's in that again?" "What's there again? I can't believe you're asking me what's in it again?" Grace's emotions suddenly became agitated, she grabbed Emma's clothes with one hand and shook her cell phone with the other, "Look closely! Look at the name of the person who wrote the letter!" "Calm down!" Emma pressed her hand, "Is this person your classmate or colleague? How come I've never heard of him before?" "Classmate? Colleague? Oh ......" Grace laughed dumbly, but in that smile, there was something morose about it, "You don't remember? It's no wonder, it's no wonder, huh, Viko, remember what Max said in the car that day? Maybe there is another different him in the other dimension, and the history there is also very different from now." "What do you mean?" Emma frowned tightly, "Well, for starters, who is this woman?" Grace looked at him, quietly, "She was our teacher." "Why don't I remember that?" Grace lowered her head and read the words in the text again, Max, stay at my house tonight. "Because ......" Grace looked up at Emma, "She died nine years ago ......! "