Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 515 Life and Death
The virtual star map of Dite is detailed and specific.It starts from the galaxy where Zuo Wu is located, and ends at the side where traces of the Jingfu civilization are discovered.The messy and dangerous routes in the middle have also been explored in sevens and eighties.

The hyperspace channel is like this, no one knows which direction it will lead to unless you walk it yourself, and there is no trick in the whole process.Even if Zuo Wu personally leads the team to explore the way, the efficiency cannot be improved much.

If there is no virtual confrontation with Dite, the performance of the starship under Zuo Wu's command is here, and perhaps it will not be like the liaison. Among the eleven failures, it took more than seven or eighty years for each one.But the fate of spending at least half a century is here, and there is no trick at all.

Now, the detailed star map is in front of everyone.Using a little basic knowledge of operations research, you can plan the best path to raid the mirror civilization.

The scientific research team quickly completed the demonstration, and the practical progress plan was quietly placed on Zuo Wu's desk.It shows that taking the safest path, from this silent surprise attack to the face of Jingfu civilization, it will only take more than a year.

One year.

It also takes time to cross the hyperspace channel. The short channel takes three to five days, and the long one takes ten days and a half months.In comparison, one year is the normal time-consuming of a long-distance travel.In comparison, the result that would have taken half a century without Virtual's contribution to Dite, I don't know how many times better.

With this detailed star map, the scientific research team can even count down to the second the countdown that pops up on the face of Jingfu civilization.

The timing starts from 360 six earth days, 35 hours, 24 minutes and [-] seconds, and it is made into a plaque and hung in the most conspicuous position in the cabin of each starship. Everyone can see it when they look up, and feel the subtle imminence.

Most of the time, just the right amount of pressure is the catalyst for things to change.

One year is enough to change many things, and Zuo Wu also needs this not too long or short time to complete the combat preparations for raiding a civilization.Similarly, the big guys of Xindilian also need to spend time getting used to the fact that the war is coming.

The countdown on the plaque is slowly passing.The atmosphere inside Xindilian has not become sinister, but under the approach of "imminent", there are always some changes, as if being attached to an increasingly sultry thick fog——

Prepare for war, prepare for war; under the gaze of the countdown, prepare for war!

The sultry thick fog is catalyzing everything in Xindilian to maturity.Originally, Zuo Wu still felt that his regime had an inexplicable atmosphere of acting like a house, and it didn't look like a country.

Until two things happened to completely reverse this impression.

One thing is, during this year, Xindilian finally welcomed the first batch of newborn children.The other thing is that almost at the same time, Zuo Wu also had the first deceased who died in bed.

Originally, the reproduction and iteration of the population was an ordinary matter within a regime, but for Xindilian, its occurrence marked that Zuo Wu's subordinates had finally started a normal metabolism.

He said it was normal, but when the report of the two incidents was placed on Zuo Wu's desk, he still got stuck.Because the birth of a newborn and the death of a person, in Zuo Wu's subconscious mind, they are all quite far away from him.

Zuo Wu will not forget the fact that he is a weapon of Renlian, knowing that he will uncontrollably suck away the luck of those around him.Although after more than a year of practice, I finally found some tricks, so as not to threaten the health of my close ones.

But this is already the limit, as soon as Zuo Wu's cells are separated from the body, the luck in them will immediately pass away and gather around Zuo Wu again.

In this way, cells that have lost their luck will die at an unimaginable speed, and the passing of luck is not even transferred by whether Zuo Wu is on "absorb" or "release" at that time.

The luck that was taken from his isolated cells would gather towards Zuo Wu like water flowing downhill, and then re-enter his body at an appropriate time.

This is probably Renlian's design in order not to waste any of the luck brought back by the warriors, but it directly made it impossible for Zuo Wu himself to have a child born according to the laws of nature.

Although Ai Shanshan and Ji Zhi complained secretly, they gradually understood after a long time.Anyway, the future is long, but the child cannot be born by himself. It would be good to imitate Della and use some genetic engineering methods, but the time has not yet come.

It was such a delay that finally made Zuo Wu feel that a natural baby was quite far away from him.

It wasn't until this report lay on his desk that Zuo Wu realized that not all of his subordinates were madmen like technology hunters.The bureaucrats and mercenaries who accounted for the vast majority of the population under his command were normal people of flesh and blood who could marry and have children, and some real newborns would be born into the world.

It's a young thing.

Back then, when the circle was spreading darkness, Zuo Wu, who was in the main galaxy of the Star Sea Alliance, of course saved as many people as he could.During the period, many panicked and crashed into the starships in the Zuowu Fleet somehow.

After the incident stabilized, the survivors who came in this way knew that they had nowhere to go, and most of them just got the account of Xindilian.When sorting out the list later, Zuo Wu also found that there was an elderly cram school teacher among them. Della had signed up for her gardening class back then.

As a teacher, she can't talk about bureaucratic matters, let alone enlist in the army.She picked up her old business in Xindilian, taught classes, and tended flowers and plants.

Originally, no one signed up for this somewhat inexplicable cram school.Until everyone saw Della dragging the second princess, as well as Li Si and Xi Yang, they happily became the teacher's first batch of students again.

Afterwards, various cram schools and interest groups sprung up like mushrooms in Xindilian, so much so that even Liangguling opened a psychological consultation clinic, and it became a common practice to use meal cards to trade and help each other.

But as the war countdown plaque hung above everyone's head, all these things changed.Even if it is rambling, everyone is more inclined to give themselves the name of analyzing the war situation.

Mergers and engulfment have begun to occur between cram schools and interest groups.Everyone no longer came together because of interest, but because of their views and opinions on the war. Even Zuo Wu could see that this was the embryonic form of each political faction in the future.

Only a few people, including that teacher, are still maintaining the most original form of cram school based on interest.They get together occasionally when the countdown plaque malfunctions and briefly goes out, enjoying the artificial daylight inside the starship and tending the flowers and plants.

Time passed, and the last student of the elderly teacher was Della.

After Mrs. Chong learned all her skills, the teacher smiled and put on the bachelor hat she wove with garlands for Della, and watched Mrs. Chong jump up and down. After walking into another cram school, the old man seemed to be lost. She lost all the support of her life, her health deteriorated rapidly, and her time was approaching.

original.

Both Xiaohui and the scientific research team have ways to prolong her life.

But the teacher declined all medical treatment, dragged her body to water her small garden for the last time, then lay down on her recliner, and passed away peacefully when the chair shook for No. 17 times.

The chair is still shaking due to inertia, and she is holding a handwritten booklet in her hand, which is regarded as her last words, filled with all her experience in growing flowers and plants, and how to take care of the garden that surrounded her and witnessed her death. The entrustment of flowers and plants.

Originally, the title page of the booklet had the words "To Della" written on it, but for some reason, the characters were crossed out again, and the booklet was held tightly in her arms, becoming a last word that no one could deliver.

The appearance of the first deceased within the regime coincided with the emergence of the first batch of baby boomers, perhaps also a kind of destiny.

For today's Xindilian, the two things are undoubtedly big things.Children mean the future, and Zuo Wu knows that only by dealing with them well can people completely entrust the future to him.

And death is everyone's destined ending, not everyone will be calm about what happens behind them.I heard that there is a multi-civilization merged regime, because of the internal disagreement on how to deal with the remains of the deceased, the foreshadowing of the split was finally planted.

On a larger scale, how the government handles the aftermath of citizens is a complex social science issue.The bureaucrats should have a lot of headaches for this, and wanting to demonstrate a result that is satisfactory to all parties is a long-term topic.

What Zuo Wu has to do is the most basic function of the emperor's profession since ancient times-sacrifice.It's just that now, the object of sacrifice is no longer illusory things like celestial bodies, but real life and death.
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The place responsible for the funeral is not far from the place where the children were born.

Originally, according to the plan, the first step of Zuo Wu's itinerary should be to go to the hospital to condolences to the families, and then kindly pick up a child and say some encouraging words to win over and motivate everyone, and so on.

But maybe it was witnessing the birth of other people's children, looking at the confused and happy smiles on the faces of the new parents, and thinking of Ji Zhi and Ai Shanshan's lonely expression when they planned their itinerary for themselves.

Like a ghost, Zuo Wu got up very early today, and under the cold morning wind simulated inside the starship, he walked slowly to the direction of the funeral office by himself.

Like thousands of years ago, the remains of the deceased will not be buried or burned immediately, but will be placed in the center of the mourning hall for people to pay their respects.The temporarily printed mourning hall is not large in scale, because the deceased is only a teacher after all, not a meritorious person such as a soldier who died in battle.

As the first deceased, only the sequence has special significance, and it is not suitable to arrange too high etiquette for her.

The funeral parlor didn't have time to open, but it wasn't a problem for Zuo Wu.In the early morning, the park is clear and cold, and the small mourning hall is the only place nearby where there are people.

...populated?
Someone came first?
Zuo Wu didn't remember what kind of family this teacher had. With some suspicion, he walked slowly into the hall, but saw an unexpected but extremely familiar figure——

It was Xiao Hui, just seeing Xiao Hui's back, Zuo Wu felt ashamed.She is the murder weapon to destroy Xiao Hui's hometown, she also knows that she can't let go of her hatred, and she can't be ruthless to kill herself, so she can only choose to torture herself and Zuo Wu.

She became erratic, and usually would not appear too close to Zuo Wu, only when Zuo Wu was immersed in peace, would she suddenly appear, sneer, arouse the guilt in Zuo Wu's heart, and torture each other from a distance .

Zuo Wu wanted to solve this situation, but he had nowhere to go, he couldn't even see Xiao Hui's face, but today he was able to see her back, which was really an unexpected harvest.

Although he knew that Xiao Hui must have noticed him, he still absorbed the sound of his footsteps, as if he was afraid that the loud noise would startle Xiao Hui away like a bird that he couldn't catch, approached silently, Sitting next to her, he was speechless for a while.

Together they faced the transparent coffin surrounded by garlands, and the old woman with a kind smile solidified by the cold inside.

Zuo Wu suddenly thought of something: "... I don't know if we have a special embalmer here, I have seen the last moment of this teacher, her expression is not as kind as she is now, on the contrary, she seems to be doing something that is not good like a dream."

Xiao Hui pursed her lips: "Well, in fact, most people die like this. Organ failure is often the frontrunner of death, and organ failure, how can people feel peaceful?"

Zuo Wu smiled, and was in a daze for a moment, not remembering how long it had been since he talked to Xiao Hui like this last time: "I was afraid of this teacher at the last moment, and I was afraid of my Xindilian."

Xiao Hui mocked lightly: "Are you afraid of her fear?"

"...I have always wanted to build a paradise, but if my first deceased is not at peace, isn't that getting further and further away from my original intention?" Zuo Wu said.

Xiao Hui didn't answer Zuo Wu's words, just tilted his head: "Do you know why I'm here?"

"do not know."

"I'm testing whether my mimicry of 'death' is correct. My lord, you know that my mimicry personalities will also have a false life, and will enter the state of death under the program of the fleet;"

Xiao Hui looked at Zuo Wu, looking so seriously:
"Haha, you can laugh if you want. Although I have lived for so long, it seems that this is the first time I have witnessed the natural death of a living being... In my bright star sea, most living beings have overcome the limit of their lifespan. will perish, but also in the distant future, and they were all murdered."

Zuo Wu pursed his lips: "Well, I know, I killed it. So you are welcome to torture me."

A smile appeared on Xiao Hui's face: "Really? Okay. I can reproduce the old lady's last thoughts, do you want to hear it?"

The handwritten booklet and the three words "for Della" crossed out suddenly floated in Zuo Wu's mind, and he nodded subconsciously: "I want to hear it."

Xiao Hui stretched out his hand, the machine group circled around the old woman and came back.Immediately, her appearance suddenly changed into that of an old woman, and she even gave off a pungent smell of decay close to death:

"...I was thinking, I shouldn't tie Della with a small garden. She is my last student, and I am not her only teacher. I am an outsider, why should I tie her with my last words?"

"War, civilization, aren't these things more interesting than my ramblings?"

"This is not my home after all."

Zuo Wu felt a pain in his heart.

Xiao Hui immediately changed back to its original appearance, but stretched out his hand, and suddenly covered Zuo Wu's mouth.

Another guest came to the mourning hall, Della.Her tentacles hung low, casting a thick cloud over her otherwise lovely face.

(End of this chapter)