Resurrection Empire

　　嘭! Bang!

　　嗤...

　　 Deep in the valley and forest, the frozen warehouse covered with metal moss on the outer shell was severely opened from the inside.

　　 Ren Zhong shuddered out.

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

　　 The last time he came out of the freezer like this, he sat up diagonally, his hip bones and sharp rocks hit hard, and he grinned with pain.

　　 This time, the burden of the loss subconsciously took more steps and let his feet touch the ground first.

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

　　 Cough cough cough!

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

　　 He breathed desperately to make sure that he was still alive.

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

　　 His mind was tossed over and over again with a shot of himself pierced through his chest a few seconds ago, and then he was given a skull to take his brain.

　　 He looked around with fear for a long time.

　　 As you can see, it is still a mess of abandoned frozen warehouses, lush and leafy trees, scurrying vines, dense bushes, and bald moss.

　　 There is no such flying machine, thank goodness.

　　 Wait, why am I back to the freezer again?

　　 After heavy responsibilities, he squeezed his face again, making sure that 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?

　　 After thinking about it for a long time, I still have no idea.

　　 He even twisted his thigh severely.

　　 Hiss, it really hurts.

　　 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 beside him started to broadcast information automatically. He didn't realize it until he heard the last words of his parents again.

　　 heard the last words again.

　　 He calmed down.

　　 Although I can't figure out whether this is real or an illusion, what's the situation now? Then why the aircraft must kill people without saying anything, but I have to walk around and take a look.

　　 Dad said, you have to look forward in everything.

　　 It just so happened that he felt thirsty again, let's go!

　　 Following the 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 taking a break, he chose a direction opposite to the last time, in order to avoid the unlucky flying machine.

　　 Within two steps, there was another patter behind him.

　　 looked back in surprise.

　　 is still the red-oiled fruit, falling 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 and floated by him last time.

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

　　 Look at the red fruit that is crumbling bones, hitting it in the middle of a spot on the ground with two palms, one gray and one black.

　　 Responsively 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...

The details of 　　 are exactly the same as in his memory, one-to-one correspondence, no difference, as if going back in time and resetting the years.

　　The heavy responsibility is like petrification, 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 suddenly moved 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 of pain, Ren Zhong got up slowly, and then calculated the time in his heart.

　　 He became more determined.

　　 The time, scale, extent, location and other details of the onset of 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... after death, the time was really reset, and everything went back to the moment when I just woke up.

　　 It seems that the first situation is more likely, and the second situation is a better vision.

　　...

　　嘭! Bang!

　　 arduously climbed out of the freezer once again.

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

　　 Just now he "dead" again, and died in the hands of the aircraft.

　　 This time he re-selected the direction. After leaving the dense forest, he cautiously hooked his waist and walked forward, but he was still noticed from a distance by the patrolling aircraft, and then flew over and took away in a clean wave.

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

　　 Angrily hit the ground with a fist.

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

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

　　 Taking the position of the sun as the standard, he chose Zhengdong for the first time, and Zhengxi for the second time. This time he chose Zhengnan.

　　 is slightly better than the previous two. At least he walked out two or three miles more in the open grass, but in the end he was harvested on the spot by the howling aircraft.

　　 This time, I took advantage of the "underworld God's perspective" just a few seconds after death to observe a little more detail.

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

　　This number is written in Arabic numerals!

　　Arabic numerals!

　　...

　　嘭! Bang!

　　 drilled out of the freezer again.

　　 This time the heavy responsibilities all the way north.

　　...

　　嘭! Bang!

　　...

　　嘭! Bang!

　　 There was a burst of smoke, and the heavy duty got out of the freezer again.

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

　　 Poison is not poisonous or anything, no matter what.

　　 Anyway, it's all dead. If you can eat a little bit first and have more energy, then the hope of rushing out will be even greater.

　　 Fortunately, red fruit is non-toxic.

　　 Before leaving the forest this time, he first curled up in a bush at the edge of the forest, carefully observing the outside 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.

　　 Responsively observing quietly, holding his breath.

　　 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 continues to extend, and the straight-line distance between the aircraft and the task keeps getting closer.

　　 The heavy breathing pressure is getting lower and lower, and the distance between the two is perceived by the naked eye.

　　 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 toward the heavy position.

　　 sighed heavily and picked up a palm-sized rock 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 the aircraft changed direction, which was five hundred meters.

　　...

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

　　 The numb look came out of the freezer again.

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

　　 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 infinitely huge 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 a probabilistic point of view, assuming that the particles are in true random motion, then in an infinite period of time, any particle can return to a position that is infinitely close to its initial position after an infinitely long period of random motion.

　　 All particles in the universe are the same.

　　 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".

　　 The responsibility, who is also the author of the regular papers of "Science", never believes in ghosts and gods. 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 be a good thing to understand this, but the process of understanding the truth is too painful and desperate.

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

　　 When the straight-line distance between oneself and the aircraft is within 500 meters, it will be sensed. No matter whether the field of view is blocked or not, it will be discovered. The aircraft possesses a kind of life perception system.

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

　　 He has succeeded more than ten times.

　　 But the sad thing is that no matter which direction he goes 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, he will pounce, easily tore the wooden stick he picked up in his hand, threw him down, and then used the meat grinder. Like mouthparts...

　　 There is also a small animal with a big fist, which looks pretty cute, jumping around, like a harmless rabbit. But when this thing swept up in smoke and dust on the ground, it easily smashed the stone that was thrown out by the two pointed ears on the top of the 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 puddles with voltages of up to millions of volts. At that time, he just stepped in and burned into coke instantly.

　　 There are also giant iron-clad beasts 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 not escape death in the end.

　　 This heaven and earth is a terrifying cruise ship magnified countless times, an endless nightmare to the infinite power.

　　 He is on the verge of collapse.

　　 Just the last time, he even really tried to commit 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 it too.

　　 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.

　　 hugged his legs heavily and curled up beside the freezer like a walking dead.

　　 His mind was muddled, and all kinds of dying horrors were spinning uncontrollably in his mind.

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

　　 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, there are two choices in front of Ren Zhong, either succumb to fear and reality, go crazy completely, and then endure endless torture in the nightmare of death that may endlessly loop.

　　 Either cut off all distracting thoughts, bear all the pain, stand up again, and then use a thousand, 10,000, or even unlimited deaths to spell out a hope of rushing out.

　　 These two thoughts kept tearing at his brain, causing him to subconsciously groan in pain.

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

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

　　 "You have to live well."

　　 "You have to look forward in everything."

　　 The heavy responsibilities 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 seek to be rich and noble. They were kind to others and didn't bother to work hard. The most proud achievement in life was to raise his amazing son. .

　　 This son died young, parents can only face the miserable situation of white-haired people sending black-haired people. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

　　 Nearly half a hundred years old, they are 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 lightly in their last words, they still have heavy responsibility to imagine how parents in such a situation are greedy, exhausted and struggling unreservedly.

　　 It is indeed painful for me to die more than a hundred times, but in fact, the pain lasts for a few seconds at most.

　　 Parents have been under the horrible pressure of watching themselves die once the business fails, and they have struggled with all their strength for forty-five years in a field they don'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 spent their entire lives working hard for me. How can I give up easily.

　　Take a deep breath, his pupils gradually burst into unwilling anger.

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

　　 "I can keep resurrecting and resetting constantly. This is my advantage. I can be an ‘unexplored prophet’. This is my S/L Dafa, invincible. I will definitely find hope of escape!"

"The flying machine will cut off my brain after killing me, but will not be moved when it encounters aggressive monsters. After the monsters kill me, they will swallow me whole, not even the bones are wasted. ."

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

　　 "This is a good thing, but also hope."

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