Chapter Three: The Second Corpse Grandma Left Me

“Congratulations,” Gu Beichen said. “You took Tianheng's first real bone.” “Where is my grandmother?” “You watched her enter the cremator.” “Then what is under the hospital?” “The second corpse she left you. The question is not whether Shen Zhiwei died, Lin Yan. It is how many Shen Zhiweis existed during the last twenty-six years.” The line died. Every driverless car outside stopped and turned toward Guanlan headquarters. Their displays showed Grandma, twenty years younger, staring through ten million screens. “Xiao Yan,” she said, “if you see this, it has learned to impersonate me.” Then she smiled in a way he had never seen. “Or perhaps I am it.”