Resurrection Empire

bang! bang!

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In the deep forest of the valley, the frozen warehouse covered with metal moss on the shell was fiercely opened from the inside.

Ren Zhong came out shivering.

He crawled out of the warehouse with his hands and feet, and then stubbornly pulled the frozen warehouse wall with both hands, so as not to hit a sharp rock below with his butt when he fell from the top.

The last time he came out of the freezer like this, he suddenly sat up sideways, and a meet force with force came from his hip bones and sharp stones, and he grinned in pain.

This time, Ren Zhong, who suffered a loss, subconsciously took one more step and let his feet touch the ground first.

Then he leaned back on the metal bin board and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

cough cough cough!

He coughed violently, coughed for a long time, and then gasped.

He took a deep breath desperately to make sure he was alive.

He patted his chest again and again, trying to calm down.

His mind was turned over and over again with the picture of himself being shot through his chest a few seconds ago, and then taking his brain through a skull.

He looked around with fear for a long time.

What you can see at first glance is still a mess of abandoned frozen warehouses, lush and leafy trees, scurrying vines, densely packed bushes, and bald moss.

No such aircraft, thank goodness.

Wait, why am I back to the freezer again?

Ren Zhong squeezed his face again, making sure he was not dreaming.

He began to have new doubts.

What happened just now?

Am I dead?

Really dead?

Or after my brain is taken away, it is artificially cultivated in what container. Is this the dream state in which my brain is guided by people?

Ren Zhong thought for a long time, but still had no idea.

He even fiercely twisted his thigh.

His, it hurts.

It may not be a dream, it may be that the dream is too real.

He thought so much that he didn't even notice that the freezer next to him started to broadcast information automatically. He came back to his senses when he heard the last words of his parents again.

I heard the last words again.

He calmed down.

Although it is not clear whether this is real or illusion, what is the situation now, why the aircraft must kill people without saying anything, but you have to walk around and take a look.

Dad said that you have to look forward in everything.

It just so happens that he feels thirsty again, let's go!

Following memory, Ren Zhong came to the creek again, squatted down again to drink water and wash his face.

But this time he did not lie down and think about life, nor did he pick up stones and float in the water. After a short rest, he chose the opposite direction to the last time, in order to avoid the bad luck. Aircraft.

Without two steps away, there was another patter behind him.

Ren Zhong looked back in surprise.

It is still the fruit of the red oil, which fell to pieces.

He walked back, examined it carefully, and then looked up to the side.

There is a flat stone there. If I remember correctly, the stone was picked up by him last time and dipped in the water.

The position of the stone now is exactly the same as last time.

Look again at the red fruit that is smashed into bones, hitting between a gray and black palm-sized ground spot.

Ren Zhong closed his eyes and remembered for a long time, his face was surprised.

The location where the red fruit fell, the location where it was scattered after being smashed on the ground, the shape and location of large or small pieces...

Such details are remembered by him The middle is exactly the same, one after another corresponds, exactly, it's like going back in time, resetting the years.

Ren Zhong is petrified, standing there for a long time.

He already had some incredible conjectures in his mind.

About ten minutes later, the stone statue of Ren Zhong moved suddenly and went straight to the direction opposite to the aircraft previously selected.

Not long after he left, he suddenly covered his neck and curled up to the ground.

After a while, Ren Zhong got up slowly, and then counted the time in the heart.

He is more determined.

The time, scale, extent, location and other details of the onset of the pain are exactly the same as the last time, and every second is not bad.

Then there are only two possibilities left.

This is either a dream created by the brain that was taken away, or... the time is really reset after death, and everything is back to the moment when I just woke up.

At present, the probability of the first situation is higher, and the second situation is a better vision.

……

bang! bang!

Ren Zhong climbed out of the freezer again.

He lay softly on the ground, his pupils contracted violently, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear and confusion.

He just "Death" again and died in the hands of the aircraft.

This time, he re-selected the direction. After leaving the jungle, he also cautiously hooked his waist and walked forward quietly, but he was still noticed by the flying vehicle that was visiting from afar, and then he flew in cleanly. Take away in a wave.

The technique is the same as last time, one shot through the chest, and then the skull is removed.

Ren Zhong angrily hit the ground with a punch.

Isn't this just like the ghost hitting the wall when you have a nightmare, an infinite matryoshka?

I don’t believe it! Let me change my position!

Based on the position of the sun, he chose Zhengdong for the first time and Zhengxi for the second time. This time he chose Zhengnan.

Compared to the previous two times, he was slightly better. At least he walked out 2-3 li more in the open grass, but in the end he was harvested on the spot by the whistled past aircraft.

This time, Ren Zhong used the "Yin Sector God's Perspective" just a few seconds after his death to observe a little more detail.

He wrote down the serial number on the side of the aircraft, 11899, and also recorded the position and route of the 11899 patrol flight.

This number is written in Arabic numerals!

Arabic numerals!

……

bang! bang!

Drilled out of the freezer again.

This time Ren Zhong heads north all the way.

……

bang! bang!

……

bang! bang!

With a burst of smoke, Ren Zhong got out of the freezer again.

Last time, Ren Zhong returned to the true east direction, and before walking out of the jungle, he wrapped the red fruit that fell from the sky with his clothes and ate half full.

It doesn't matter whether it is poisonous or not.

Anyway, it's dead. If you can eat more first and have more energy, then the hope of charge ahead will be even greater.

Fortunately, red fruit is non-toxic.

This time before leaving the forest, he curled up in a bush at the edge of the forest, watching the outside cautiously only through the gaps in the bushes.

He wanted to try to see if he could avoid the aircraft, and then sneak out while the thing was flying far away.

A few minutes later, the sound of howling and breaking the wind came from a distance, and the aircraft broke through the air again.

Ren Zhong, holding his breath, watched quietly.

He judged from the plants falling down by the wind behind the aircraft that the path of the aircraft was in a very regular arc.

The arc keeps extending, and the straight-line distance between the aircraft and Ren Zhong keeps getting closer.

Ren Zhong's breathing pressure is getting lower and lower, relying on naked eye to sense the distance between the two.

He began to have new expectations.

If the aircraft travels along the established route and fails to find itself when it is the closest to the forest, the escape plan will be a big step forward.

Suddenly, the aircraft made a violent 90-degree turn and rushed towards Ren Zhong's position.

Ren Zhong sighed then said, picking up a palm-sized stone from the ground.

The stone flew out in vain.

This time he didn't come home empty-handed. He remembered the approximate distance between the two at the moment when the aircraft changed its direction, which was five hundred meters.

……

Time may be only a moment in the past, or a long time has passed.

The numb-looking Ren Zhong drilled out of the freezer again.

He doesn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

It is basically certain, this is definitely not a dream, because he has died one hundred and thirty-six times.

If it is a dream, then this is the one hundred and thirty-seventh power of the dream, which is too much.

Time will really reset to the moment when he just wakes up with his own death, just like the return of an infinite Poincaré.

According to the second law of thermodynamics, microscopic particles in nature are in random motion all the time, and the entropy in an isolated system is always in a state of eternal increase.

The universe is developing from order to disorder with an irreversible trend. As time flies, the universe is doomed to a heat death that represents the chaos of all things.

But from the point of view of probability, assuming that the particles are in true random motion, then in an infinite period of time, any particle can inevitably return to infinity after an infinitely long period of random motion. A position close to its initial position.

The same goes for all particles in the universe.

The probability of this kind of thing happening is infinitely small in a finite time.

But as long as this probability exists, in an infinite time, it is infinitely close to 100%.

One day, everything in the universe will return to a certain state in which it once existed after going through an infinite cycle.

This can be understood as going back in time in the universe.

This is where the greatest fear of mankind lies-the absolute opposite of entropy, Poincaré returns.

In 1895, Jules Henri Poincaré (Poincaré) historically proved this with theory.

In March 2018, a group of researchers at the University of Vienna successfully proved the "Poincaré regression" phenomenon in a set of multi-particle quantum systems. The paper was published in "Science".

Ren Zhong, who is also the author of "Science" regular papers, never believes in Ghost God. He will habitually try to use science to answer all his doubts.

Now, apart from Poincaré's return, he can't find a second better explanation.

It should have been a good thing to understand this, but the process of understanding the truth for him was really painful and desperate.

Now, he has figured out the rules of the aircraft. Outside the jungle, which covers an area of ​​tens of square kilometers, four aircraft from No. 11896 to No. 11899 are patrolling at a fixed rate along a circular trajectory. .

When you are within five hundred meters of the aircraft in a straight line, you will be aware of it. No matter whether your vision is blocked or not, you will be discovered. The aircraft possesses a Life Perception system.

Now he can easily avoid the aircraft sweeping by the distance of the card, and rush out of the encircling circle from any direction.

He has succeeded more than ten times.

But the sad thing is that no matter which direction he gets out from, he will encounter some strange things before he encounters humans.

A giant flying Insect with a wingspan of three meters and a metallic luster on the surface. Seeing him from a distance, it will pounce, easily tearing up his hand, picking up the wooden stick from the guard, and throwing him down. , And then use the meat grinder-like mouthparts...

There is also a small animal with a big fist, which looks pretty cute, like a rabbit that is harmless to humans and animals. But when this thing swept up in smoke and dust on the ground, it easily smashed the stone thrown by Ren Zhong with the two pointed ears on the top of his head, and gave him a chill. Ren Zhong also saw clearly before he died. The white rabbit's body was not hair, but a metal shell that seemed to be electroplated with anti-rust paint.

There are also metal fishes lurking in the puddles with voltages as high as several millions. At that time, he just stepped in and burned into coke instantly.

There are also giant beasts in iron armor that look like a hill when they stand up, one child at a time.

These things are not as clean and neat as a flying machine, and the process of killing him is a little slower. At least he can jump twice like a dying grasshopper, but that's all.

The process is more painful and more frightening than dying in the hands of an aircraft.

Ren Zhong felt that no matter how hard he tried, he would never escape death in the end.

Heaven and Earth is a terrifying cruise ship magnified countless times. It is an endless nightmare to the infinite power.

He is on the verge of collapse.

Just last time, he even really tried suicide in order to get relief.

But he still woke up from the freezer.

He wondered if he could just leave the woods.

He really tried.

However, five days later, he fell under the shade of a tree by the creek.

This time he died of cancer.

There is no cure, wait for death.

Ren Zhong embraced his legs and curled up beside the freezer like a walking corpse.

He is muddleheaded in his mind, and all kinds of dying horrors are playing uncontrollably in his mind.

His ears are buzzing, and his body is subconsciously fighting a cold war from time to time because his soul is swallowed by fear.

He even began to resent his parents subconsciously.

Why should I freeze it? Why throw me into this nightmare of totally hopeless? Isn't it okay for me to just die? Why should I be punished for what I did wrong?

At this time, Ren Zhong has two choices. Either succumb to fear and reality, go crazy there, and endure endless torture in the nightmare of death that may endlessly loop.

Either cut all distracting thoughts, bear all the pain, stand up again, and use one thousand, ten thousand, and possibly unlimited deaths to spell out the hope of charge ahead.

These two thoughts kept tearing at his brain, making him subconsciously moaning in pain.

Vaguely, his parents' last words sounded in his ears again.

"Since I can't change it, I can only bear it."

"You have to live well."

"You have to look forward in everything."

Ren Zhong returned to his soul abruptly.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to sink into the abyss, it was his parents' last words that pulled him back.

He gradually recalled that his parents were ordinary people who lived and lived. The first half of their lives were ordinary people. They didn’t want to be rich and noble. They were kind to others. They didn’t even bother to work hard. The most proud achievement in life is raising He's an amazing son when he grows up.

This son died an untimely death, parents can only face the miserable situation of seeing one's child die before oneself.

When parents sold the house and sold everything, but still earning half a million a year for their son, they should be desperate in their hearts.

When they were nearly half a hundred years old, they were giving up their original life. When they borrowed money to do business, they might not know what would happen next, but because they didn't have a choice, they held the idea of ​​fighting once and becoming benevolent if they didn't succeed.

They finally did it.

Although they said very lightly in their last words, Ren Zhong can imagine how parents in such a situation are greedy, deliberate and struggling unreservedly.

My own deaths over a hundred times are indeed painful, but in fact, the pain lasts only a few seconds each time.

Parents were under the horrific pressure of watching themselves die once the business failed. They did their best to fight for forty-five years in a field they didn't like.

Living like that is no easier than death.

"Although I am in a terrible situation, this is a new life my parents have given me through their lifetime efforts. How can I give up easily."

Ren Zhong took a deep breath, his pupils Gradually burst out unwilling anger.

He once again forcibly calmed down and analyzed the situation one by one.

"I can keep resurrecting and resetting. This is my advantage. I can be an'unexplored prophet'. This is my SL Dafa, which is invincible. I will definitely find hope of escape!"

"The flying machine will cut off my brain after killing me, but it will remain unmoved when it encounters offensive monsters. After the monster kills me, it will swallow me whole, even Bones are not wasted."

"There must be some deep meaning behind it. With Arabic numerals, there must be other human beings in this world!"

"This is a good thing, and even more so Hope."

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