Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 408 Death
Are people afraid of death, or the pain before death?

Strange long hair, this person who just left the auditorium of the referee court is now standing at a fruit stand on the side of the Union Street - as long as it is a reproductive organ of a creature with a cell wall and can be eaten, it is here. Classified as fruit can be sold.

Qi Changfa looked at the grotesque fruits inside, some were wilted, and some were still bouncing as if they were still alive; some of the fruits simply cast a stern gaze on him; , the clerk who happened to be laughing at Yanyan asked himself such a stupid question for some reason.

Probably because there is a subtle synonymous connection between "fruit" and "race", both of which have been reproduced by ancestors; and the fruit with the stern gaze probably really has a certain amount of intelligence, but the same intelligent creatures have different Fate must have made Qi Changfa feel so emotional.

How can there be creatures that directly attach intelligence to their reproductive organs?Probably it is convenient to protect the fruit, so that it can rely on its own discretion and escape by itself when it encounters danger?

The fruit that will run away by itself is afraid of death, and only if it is afraid of death will it concentrate on running away, but what is the point of its running away?
Just like the metamorphosis of a butterfly, the butterfly is essentially another life that grows out of the caterpillar. Breaking out of the cocoon is the death of the caterpillar, and the butterfly tears its body to gain the opportunity to bloom its beautiful wings.

And this kind of intelligent fruit is even better, because after it dies, the plants born from its body even lose their intelligence; and during the process, the fruit will not only not die, but will always provide nutrients to the plants without intelligence, And when the plants are still young and fragile, if they encounter danger, they will continue to struggle and crawl out of the ground, and continue to struggle and run away driven by the instinct of fear of death.

This kind of fruit has no pain-sensing nerves, so it will not be afraid of pain; otherwise, when it ushers in its doomed death, when a non-intelligent plant tears its body apart, it will experience long-term pain, and the fear of pain will be overwhelming. Won't it surpass death and let it choose the liberation of self-destruction?
It's quite interesting.

And Qi Changfa thought about it, and actually made himself hungry.

As we all know, the principle is similar to that of game, and the more vigorous fruit will have a richer taste; and the fruit shop also detected the strange long-haired eyes, and began to sell endlessly.

This is too extravagant for the odd long hair who have nothing to do all day, so free that they can spend their days listening to each other.

Qi Changfa shook his head, still broke his urge to extravagant, and moved half a step to the side; as an old fritter who had been in the league for a long time, he knew that this would allow him to leave the fruit shop to detect his gaze, but he would not Letting the projected sweet clerk disappear is equivalent to being able to prostitute for a long time.

The intelligent fruit moved a stern look towards him.

The projector clerk who stopped selling started to perform the farewell procedure, and kept laughing, still smiling so much that his eyes couldn't be seen, which made people look very comfortable-this kind of smile that is so bright that you can't see your eyes has become a kind of smile that has swept the galaxy. A wave swept his hometown.

Whoring for nothing, Qi Changfa finds it more and more interesting.The fruit with intelligence has become a commodity, while the projection without intelligence has become a clerk who sells fruit. Is this also a matter of fate?

Philosophy originates from doing nothing, and only idlers have time to think about these boring little things, and most of them can't think about any results.

But Qi Changfa is happy to do so, this is his hobby; what he also likes is sitting in the public gallery in each trial of the tribunal, witnessing the results of the rulings again and again, just like witnessing the civilization of one civilization after another. destiny.

After all, the trials of the tribunal are mostly started to resolve disputes between regimes. Every word and every action of the chief referee may lead the next millennium of civilization to a different direction, and also determine the rise and fall of the entire race. fall down.

Qi Changfa thinks he can't bear this kind of ruling that concerns the fate of hundreds of millions of lives, but he is willing to stand aside and witness everything from a detached position.

Today is a little different.

It is related to the dispute between the New Emperor Alliance and the Jingfu civilization. One is the newly rising and powerful regime, and the other is the recognized hard power of the Galaxy.The former even drove the giant structure into the galaxy of the alliance. Qi Changfa speculated that this might be the new emperor's alliance putting pressure on the court, and the wolf's ambition was clearly revealed.

In contrast, isn't the old gentleman who represents Jingfu's civilization very kind?When the old-fashioned representative laughed, the way he couldn't see his eyes was so friendly.

This trend of squinting and smiling is really eye-catching.

So what's the point of a bunch of sharp-tongued skeleton lawyers bullying such a smiling old man?

After listening to so many games with nothing to do, Qi Changfa had his own bias for the first time, and it was also for the fate closely related to him, as well as the justice of respecting the old and loving the young. The lawyers facing the bone man threw out the stench capsule that they had put in their hands at some point.

It was as if his mind had been conquered, so excited and angry.

Until now, being slightly blown by the cool wind in this dim galaxy, I seem to have finally regained my calmness; I have given up thinking, and I am not watching everything in idle banter, it is really not like myself.

Qi Longhair is reflecting.

Today, this galaxy seems to be extraordinarily bleak, and the eternal night covering the earth is even bleaker than before. The little lights of this fruit shop and distant buildings are like stars that are stubborn and unwilling to give in to the darkness. .

How can I go forward when I am away from home?The league is full of exiles like this.

What does your hometown look like?

Qi Changfa didn't think about those philosophical issues that were divorced from reality for a long time, but returned to reality. At least he was finally willing to recall what his hometown looked like.

Hometowns in faded memories are always beautiful, and there are only a few beautiful things—natural scenery, beautiful spectacle...

And beauties.

Thinking of this word, Qi Changfa raised his eyes and glanced at the projectionist clerk who was laughing until he lost his eyes, feeling quite strange.

In memory, when did this aesthetic trend sweeping the galaxy start?I have heard for a long time that His Majesty Xindilian has countless female companions, and now countless observation creations are observing the platforms and giant structures they built. With a slightly higher resolution, you can see the faces of those ladies. Why is none of them in this way? laugh?

When I was young, before I came to the league, did the beauties in my hometown look like this?
The feeling of doubt is getting stronger and stronger, and Qi Changfa, who returned to practical thinking, seems to have accomplished in an instant the great feat that countless imaginations could not accomplish in the past—that is, to think out a useful result.

The appearance of the projection clerk gradually overlapped with that of the old man with downcast eyebrows.

The old man is the representative of Jingfu civilization.

Strange long hair walked slowly to the back of the fruit shop, wiped the nameplate on the back of the creation, and suddenly found the words "produced in Jingfu civilization" on the back.

It is said that the original residents of Jingfu civilization have no eyes, and some only have photoreceptor cells on the skin.

Obviously, even the intelligent fruit in the shop has eyes, and can cast a stern look at him.

Could it be that this squinting and smiling clerk is also a means for the Jingfu civilization to conquer the aesthetics of the entire galaxy?By the way, there have been rumors before that Jingfu Civilization has spent a lot of money in this area, investing countless dollars, but the promotion is frequently blocked due to luck. I know that this kind of sweeping trend has only recently formed.

They still made it.

Qi Changfa covered his mouth, suddenly felt a little disgusted with this fruit shop, and took a last look at the cold-eyed fruit reluctantly, and finally, under the warm bow of the projector clerk, he plunged into today's extraordinarily bleak eternal night.

Its field of vision began to adapt to the dim light, at least it would not make it difficult for Qi Changfa to see the road clearly.

But Yongye's coldness still drove him to speed up to the next light source. At the same time, as if to prove his guess, he also opened a public website, which was live broadcasting what happened on the platform built by Zuo Wu in real time. Netizens with a spirit of sharing disclosed what they saw when they observed the creation,

Xindilian's party seemed to be fleeing in panic. What happened to them?Is it related to Jingfu civilization?
In the video, Zuo Wu and the others are indeed in a panic. All the small creations have poured into the mysterious entrance on the platform, but the larger starships cannot increase the speed to the maximum. One is that the acceleration distance is not enough, and the other is panic It is impossible to perform precise micro-manipulation at all, and it may damage the entrance that is not spacious at all.

Zuo Wu could only ride on Ji Zhi's back, manually dragging his starship with the absorber, and carefully and quickly pulled it into the entrance.

And Ji Zhi is the same, the jet swirl of her iron skirt provides her with power, and her heroic eyes scan all the surrounding situations, which also makes Ma Niang run out of her most exquisite dance steps in this panic.

Really heroic.

Looking at the video, Qi Changfa sighed with emotion towards Ma Niang, and unconsciously wanted to ask himself, how did he fall in love with that kind of squinting smile?

unconsciously.

Qi Changfa came under a street lamp, and the lamp body hanging on the railing was full of some unique art; but almost subconsciously, he squatted down to look for the nameplate of the street lamp, and finally found a line of small words in a certain corner——

"Produced from Jingfu culture".

Even street lights? !

A certain kind of astonishment arises, as if it is reflected in the dance steps of the horses and horses, and the strange long hair also starts to run under the eternal night, passing by creations, street lamps, light spots of fiery trees and silver flowers, and shops .

Mirror Buddha civilization, mirror Buddha civilization, are mirror Buddha civilization.

For this civilization with the most hard power in the galaxy, this is a matter of course, but why does this make me so uneasy?

unconsciously.

Qi Changfa suddenly raised his head and realized that he was back in front of the court.It is also reasonable, I have spent countless hours listening to the tribunal here, and I can walk the way here with my eyes closed, and the way I walked subconsciously in the anxiety is the way here.

Something seemed to have happened in the tribunal.

The security creations that would never stop patrolling all day long actually shut down, as if kneeling down to something inside.

Has the security creation been hacked?By who?

Qi Changfa gritted his teeth, walked through the gaps between these kneeling creatures, entered them, and finally saw the even more horrifying scene——

The friendly representative of Jingfu civilization sat on the ground and died, the experienced referee was dead on the side, and there was a horrible headless corpse beside him, and scarlet flowed from the finger of the representative of Jingfu.

And a grassroots member of the alliance was roaring in vain, stabbing Jing Fu's chest representing the huge body with something sharp.

"You don't want to die, you don't want to die! How could you just die like this? How could you die so well?!"

How can there be any perception of being a representative of a corpse?His face is full of relief, as if an old monk passed away, and the surrounding security creations kneeling on the ground have metal reflections on him, which is indescribably paradoxical and sacred.

No eyes yet.

The hysteria of the low-level personnel can only peel a piece of breast flesh from this sacred corpse, and nothing more.

It seems to have noticed the arrival of the strange long hair.

The grassroots staff finally stopped, their eyes dimmed by despair could not reflect a gleam of light, they could only show an empty smile at Qi Changfa.

He asked Qi Changfa another boring question that he would have liked very much.

"Are you an observer from before? I have seen you many times," said the grassroots staff. "I want to ask you, is it clear that you are facing the horror of death in despair, or are you in a daze without knowing anything?" Sudden sudden death in the middle?"

Qi Changfa cleared his throat, he has asked himself this question many times, and he can draw different conclusions depending on his emotions, each of which is meaningless and logical:

"I like the former. I'm going to die anyway. At least I have to understand the reason for dying."

The grassroots staff nodded, with a look of joy on their faces, threw away the sharp things in their hands, hugged Qi Chang's hair with their blood-stained hands, and cried: "Great, thank you, let me be okay in the end." Do something for others... You are also a creature of the galaxy, and helping you is equivalent to helping the galaxy at the last moment."

Qi Changfa was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"We are all going to die. People in places with traces of Jingfu civilization are going to die. Aesthetics and industrial creations are all... They want to drag us all into the water. Their prosperity is in exchange for the contract with the ring, and their destruction is Repay the price of the ring contract..."

"Reward yourself well, this is the last, there is no future."

The grassroots staff chattered.

Odd long hair just feels inexplicable.

Fortunately, after chattering for a while, the person in front of him finally broke down emotionally, let go of the bloody hands that were holding him, and fell to the ground sobbing.

It happened to fall in front of the representative of Jingfu.

Qi Changfa suddenly felt disgusted by the holiness emanating from the representative's corpse. Perhaps because he didn't want the grassroots staff to cry in front of this paradoxical corpse, he reached out to push the corpse down.

It can't be pushed, the corpse is too big and heavy, just like the weight of the Jingfu civilization on this galaxy.

Qi Changfa couldn't stand the sobbing of the grassroots staff, so he could only flee in embarrassment.Rings, destruction, and declarations of death collided in his mind, occupying his entire mind.

He went the same way again, and when he came back to his senses, he actually returned to the fruit shop at the beginning.

The projection clerk, who smiled sweetly and squinted his eyes, reappeared, and said the set of words for repeat customers according to the procedure; Qi Changfa only felt nauseous, but his eyes were attracted by the fruit with stern eyes.

Subconsciously again, Qi Changfa emptied his food expenses for the next few days and bought it.

The fruit was pushed out of the window of the shop, and it immediately wanted to escape, but its roots used for exercise had been trimmed to nothing, so it could only cast a more stern look at Qi Changfa.

Qi Changfa sighed softly, sat down on his buttocks, and began to babble about this fruit—it’s a pity that although the fruit is intelligent, it has not evolved enough intelligence to communicate. The nameplate of civilization, talking to itself under the eternal night.

"...Is the grassroots of the alliance joking? It must be, right? If it is true, the death came too suddenly, it shouldn't be."

"No, the chief referee also died suddenly, how about you? Fruit, you too? Originally, you just followed your hundreds of millions of years of inherited genes and wanted to survive and reproduce, but they were picked suddenly and taken thousands of light years away. here?"

"That being said, it doesn't seem so strange to die suddenly."

He looks at the sky.

Yongye is still Yongye, but under the information shared on various websites, everything seems to be a little different.

At first, it was just that some galaxies started to go out like lamps with unstable voltage; The starlight shouldn't disappear along with it.

But then, discussions on the Internet began to disappear, those who abused those who shared, those netizens who acted mischievously because of their anonymity, and those regimes who talked about it for their own interests.

Gone.

The disappearance of the Internet has brought some more people on the streets of the League. They have long been addicted to the Internet, and the strong discomfort of being disconnected forced them to drive themselves out of their residences.

Countless eyes are patrolling the sky, and everyone may think that there is an abnormality in the alliance's network satellite.

There are more people looking up at the starry sky.

It also allowed more people to witness the entire starry sky of the Milky Way begin to flicker and sway.

The dim starry sky above the eternal night is extinguishing, and everything slides silently into the silent vast darkness.

What a spectacle.

Some people started to marvel. They thought it was just a spectacle thousands of light-years away. As usual, they couldn’t help but start shooting with the horizon, hoping to upload it after the network was restored, and get hundreds of millions of likes.

Until they found that the darkness came too fast, too sudden, and too broad.

There is no escape.

Whispers of doubt are fighting against the darkness like a mantis against a cart.

Qi Changfa only felt a little relieved, fortunately he chose to know the reason of death, and at this moment he felt detached from the world again.

At the last moment when the network was disconnected, he saw that Xindilian's party had finally entered the entrance connected to the void on the platform, and he couldn't help cheering.

I'm sorry, skeleton lawyers, I scolded you earlier because I lost my eyesight.

Ha, shouldn't those who have "eyes but no pearls" be Jingfu civilization?
Amused by his own bad joke, the strange long hair covered his stomach, his smile grew bigger and bolder, and he suddenly felt that he was still holding the intelligent fruit in his hand, after thinking about it, he threw it to the ground.

When the fruit fell to the ground, it immediately began to take root and grow. Its stern eyes joined the mantis arm against the darkness, and there was a different kind of vitality.

The smiling Qi Changfa reluctantly opened his mouth, pointed at the fruit, and laughed out of breath: "Haha, hahaha, aren't you afraid of death? Now you still want to take root and sprout, aren't you afraid?"

Guoguo ignored him and couldn't care for him, but as the darkness approached, he grew a bud that seemed to be able to pierce the sky with a heroic spirit.

Qi Changfa leaned against the fruit, and suddenly felt that it had become his relative.

He suddenly felt that if he didn't die, he might really have the talent of a philosopher—at least he figured out some unrealistic things.

At this time, darkness overwhelmed.

Whispers and fruit-filled shoots are crushed by the darkness.

Qi Changfa only felt that he had more and more relatives.

It turns out that people can be neither afraid of pain nor death.

The darkness has already spanned thousands of light years after swallowing the Milky Way, covering Qi Changfa's eyes.

Under this inescapable and inescapable fate, death turns out to be a melting pot, a dye vat.

Everyone will be melted by it, embracing and sleeping with each other, becoming one; from then on, there will be no need to subdivide each other, no need to have disputes, no need to think about who is stupid and who has wisdom; who is the fruit in the shop and who is passing by by chance buyers.

All injustices will be erased by death.

It turns out that after being melted by death, everyone is a family that loves each other.

800 years of civilization is like a dream and an illusion.

(End of this chapter)