Rebecca's Back in Time

"I'm very happy, Rebecca."

"You will always be my number one shortcut key. Is there anyone else who can kill me? Only I can kill myself."

"Don't be so stupid next time, I don't need your protection." I turned around and looked up at him, "I just like to protect you."

"Who can kill me, don't be funny." We talked for a while, and Klaus' phone rang again.

"It's Marshall," he said to me and picked up the phone.

"Well, Klaus, do you know what happened to Rebecca's body? Is she here with you?"

"Why should I tell you if she is with me."

"Okay, I see." I took the phone from Klaus.

"Marshall, it's me, I'm back in my body, are you going to my funeral?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"Of course, it's my funeral. Did you speak to Kay on the phone? Will he come?"

"He said he didn't have time. He was entering a critical period and couldn't leave. I will tell him your current situation and we will see you the day after tomorrow."

I held the phone in my hand, "Do you think they will stay there, will we meet Esther and Finn?"

"No." He answered with certainty.

"Both of them are very conceited people. As far as I know, they think that with your personality, you will never attend a stranger's funeral, even if you have stayed in that body." He said with confidence.

I pouted my chin and thought, "Then what do you think if they are there?"

"Such a simple problem, of course, can be easily solved, just right." I agreed with his proposal.

"You said that you really solved them, and you said that the rest of your life will be boring." I asked him with a smile.

"Don't talk about it now, let's deal with them first, I have a gift for you."

"what?"

"Come back from there, and I'll take you there."

"Take me there? What's that?" He kept silent, and I knew that no matter how coquettish and intimidating he would be, I suddenly grabbed his hand, wanting to sense his thoughts.

"No, no, surprise, do you know?" He took out my hand.

"Nick."

"No, Rebecca, be patient." My heart felt like scratching my heart, and I looked at him sadly as soon as I saw him.

Until we came to Australia again, we stood at the door of my former home, Henrik looked sad, and saw Nicklaus, "So it's you, no wonder I feel familiar, so it's you, the crazy."

I sniggered from the side, Nicklaus's way of appearance was too special, "Who are you?"

"Rebecca Michaelson, my condolences."

"thank you for coming."

I patted him on the shoulder, and Nicklaus led me to walk over, and met Marshall inside. The three of us stood under the tree, looking at the coffin that hadn't been put down yet.

"It's a weird feeling to be at your own funeral," I said.

"That's the only chance you get," Nicklaus said.

Marshall smiled from the corner of his eyes, and I looked at him, "Be serious, Marshall, this is a funeral, where are Mom and Dad?"

"They were sad, resting inside, it was really hard for Henrik, he was busy all the time," Marshall told me.

"I'll go over there to see my body, you two talk here." I walked over to the coffin, and Becca's body was lying quietly in the coffin, and the position of her temple was ingeniously placed by a lily. Blocking it, the whole person seemed to be asleep, wearing a white gauze skirt.

"My sister is still pretty, isn't she?" Henrik said, walking up to me and standing next to me.

"Why didn't my sister ever say anything about you, Miss Michelson."

"Maybe she just forgot."

"However, sometimes I hear Marshall and Kay call my sister Rebecca. I also wonder why they call Becca Rebecca. Your name is also Rebecca."

I tilted my head and thought, whether Kay and Marshall called me Becca in front of others before, I really can’t remember, but there are still some possibilities, and the mutual transformation of Rebecca and Becca is also difficult for them.

"Really, I don't know."

"How did you meet Klaus?"

I looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why he asked, "That's how we got to know each other."

"Can I have a private meeting with you after the funeral?"

"Of course." The funeral was just beginning. I saw my parents who were visibly emaciated and felt a little sorry for them. I wondered if the real Becca had ascended to heaven. I looked up at the sky.

There are actually not many people here, just a few people in my mobile phone contact book and Becca's real relatives and neighbors.

One by one, we put the flowers in our hands on top of her coffin, "Becca, rest in the ground." I watched the soil cover the coffin little by little.

After the end, Henrik and I stood in front of her tombstone, "You tell me what is the cause of my sister's death?"

"Why ask me, how would I know." I didn't look at him.

It’s just that something is pressed against my waist and abdomen, which is the shape of the muzzle of a gun, and it still feels like my gun, “Why are you doing this?”

"I've seen Becca's cell phone, and I know how important Klaus is to her. I'm also sure that she doesn't have friends like you, and even if she does, she might not be a girlfriend. You come together, did you steal her boyfriend, so she committed suicide, didn't you?" In the end, she even got a little hoarse.

"What kind of absurd inference is this, it's just nonsense, your psychology has learned this?" I frowned and turned to look at him, and the gun was naturally aimed at my abdomen.

"My inference is very reasonable, so that everything can be explained. Why she shot out of thin air must be her hallucination, making her think that you two adulterers are standing in front of her." Looking at him, the more he said, the more outrageous it became.

I stared into his eyes, "Forget what happened today, and remember that Becca died by suicide, don't pursue it any further."

Take the gun in his hand, look at this little friend from the beginning, forget it, you don’t have to control it now, let’s leave it for Henrik’s self-defense and commemoration.

Klaus was waiting in front, and Marshall was gone. I asked him where Marshall had gone, and he said, "Go to comfort the couple and tell us not to wait for him."

We didn't leave immediately. We walked in the small woods next to me, which was the place where I committed suicide. I pointed to the place and said, "That's right here, I shot."

"Don't worry, Esther will die soon, she will never be reborn again." He came over, patted my shoulder and put his arms around me, "This is my promise to you."

"How do you think Esther will find us?"

"It's very simple. It depends on your determination. You can find us with just a little movement. They are looking for us and we are looking for them."

"Okay, let's go back to the United States, it's time to wrap up."

"Call Marshall?" Nicklaus suggested.

"Forget it, this is our family's business. Even if the two of them die, they can only die by our hands." He agreed with me, and the next family war is just an internal war of our family.

I randomly pointed to a location on a map of the United States.

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