Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 952 Past Life Past

   "Xiaolan? It's really you," Luo Jiutian stuck his head out of the door, "Don't sleep so late? Did something happen?"

"I…"

   "What is this?" Before Xiaolan could speak, Luo Jiutian saw the letter in her hand, "Envelope? Someone sent you a letter?"

   "Who is it?" Ling Luo walked out with her hands behind her back, "Hey, it's Xiao... Xiaolan, right?"

   Xiaolan nodded.

   "It's... three o'clock in the morning," Luo Jiutian glanced at his watch and said with an exaggerated expression, "Why would someone send you a letter at this time? Xiaolan, be careful."

   "No..." Xiaolan shook her head twice, "There are photos inside."

   "Photo?" Luo Jiutian was leaning against the door frame. Hearing this, he stood up abruptly, "Is that the family photo?"

"Um…"

   "Wow, you got that photo," Luo Jiutian grabbed Xiaolan's sleeve, "Come in quickly and tell us."

   Lao Luo showed his head in the bedroom.

   "Miss Xiaolan," he nodded slightly, "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

   "Father, Xiaolan found the family photo," Luo Jiutian took out his phone, "I'll call them over now."

  Xiaolan's brows trembled. She didn't quite know how to face other companions yet. In fact, she felt that the world in front of her was hazy, just like the world in her mind, with a vague sense of unreality.

   Now she really wants to say something, but not to the priest and the others.

   They are the closest people to him, but because of this, Xiaolan always feels that not everything should be talked about in front of them.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth halfway and fell into a sluggishness again.

   Fortunately, Lao Luo read a trace of contradiction in Xiaolan's eyes.

   "Farewell," Lao Luo raised his hand to stop Luo Jiutian, "It's too late, they won't answer the phone, call them later."

   "Yes," Luo Jiutian put away his phone obediently, "I think they are all sleeping, I will call them later."

   "Miss Xiaolan, what happened to the photo?" Lao Luo guided Xiaolan.

   "Bai Mao left it for me." Xiao Lan felt that her voice was floating.

   "Leaving it for you?" Luo Jiutian moved a chair over and motioned Xiaolan to sit on it, "She left?"

  Xiaolan nodded, "Let's go."

   "It seems that she is not bad," Luo Jiutian said, "but it is, after all, this photo is useless to her, and you are not her master, black skin is not with you..."

   "I am her master."

   Xiaolan's consciousness suddenly became clear.

   She looked around, this was Luo Jiutian's room, Huang Zhi was lying on the bed on the left, Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian were standing in front of her, Ling Luo was sitting beside the bed, all three stared at her in surprise.

   "I am her master," Xiaolan repeated, "I remember."

   "But... her master is obviously a woman who has been dead for many years," Luo Jiutian said, "and that person is still a policeman, or... anyway, it's a completely different person."

  Lao Luo pondered, and slowly sat on the other bed, his eyes never leaving Xiaolan.

   "Maybe..." Xiaolan met Lao Luo's gaze and finally said what she thought, "That was my previous life."

   "Past life?!" Luo Jiutian and Ling Luo said at the same time.

"Little girl, I'm going to speak now," Ling Luo said, "Just now Xiao Luo has already told us about your affairs. You have all been to the court, and you also know what the reincarnation process is after a person dies. ...so in theory, your past life and future life have nothing to do with you, and you are even less likely to remember what happened in your past life."

   "But there must have been such a thing," Xiaolan said firmly, "there must be some people who remember their past life experiences."

"If there is a problem with the process...there will be some," Ling Luo said, "but this does not mean that you and your previous life are the same person. Fundamentally speaking, people are social animals, and people with different identities are Two people, for example, a child died, he was reborn as another person's child, and a new mother gave birth to and raised him, then you say, does this child have two mothers?"

   Xiaolan was stopped.

  Man is a social animal whose identity determines existence.

   Even if the "Xiaolan" in Bai Mao's mouth is really his past life, but... that's not his current self.

   Even if it was me, that me would have already died.

   "Xiaolan, how did you remember?" Lao Luo asked.

   "I... I dreamed."

   Lingluo burst out laughing, "I thought...Little girl, you've heard a lot of stories during the day, and you've been thinking about it day and night and dreaming about it."

"no…"

   "It shouldn't be," Fortunately, Lao Luo was also on Xiaolan's side, "You don't understand Lingluo, Xiaolan's dream is very interesting."

   "Dream is interesting?"

   "Mmmm," Luo Jiutian said, "Xiaolan can see the past of the deceased in his dreams."

   "Wow..." Ayara said, "But we can see, and we don't have to dream."

   "You are a ghost, can you be the same as us?" Luo Jiutian said, "Xiaolan is a living person."

   "Yeah," Ayara pondered, "That's really amazing."

   "So since Xiaolan had such a dream, I'm afraid it's not groundless," Lao Luo said, "and... It's not the first time Xiaolan has told me about this."

   At this moment, Xiaolan is extremely grateful that whenever she encounters this kind of thing, the person she talks to is Lao Luo.

   "I think the people I've seen before who look a lot like me may be from my previous life," Xiaolan said at once, "They're not the same person, they may come from different times..."

"That's weird," Ling Luo pinched her chin, "Even if there is a problem with the reincarnation process, people will at most remember things from the previous life, it's impossible to remember the things of each previous life, it's impossible for you Every reincarnation encounters process problems..."

   "Can you help me investigate?" Xiaolan looked at the two ghosts eagerly and begged.

   "If I can, I will definitely." Lao Luo agreed.

   "I... I'll try my best," Ling Luo was a little embarrassed, but agreed, "Just don't have too much hope."

   "Mmmm." Xiaolan nodded vigorously.

   "And don't doubt your current life," Ling Luo added, "As I said just now, even if you remember your previous life, it has nothing to do with your life, and you still have to live a good life in this life."

   "I will," Xiaolan felt that the fog in her heart finally dissipated, and she saw the moonlight, "Thank you, Sister Lingluo."

   (end of this chapter)