On June 19, 1995, I died.

The dictionary says that death is a living phenomenon relative to the existence of living organisms, that is, the permanent termination of all biological functions that keep an organism alive. Causes of death include old age, predation, malnutrition, disease, suicide, homicide, accidents, or injuries. All known creatures inevitably experience death.

The material remains of a person after death are often referred to as corpses.

Scientists say that everyone may have a near-death experience at the moment of death, such as walking through a tunnel that emits white light, feeling the soul float to the ceiling, overlooking their own body lying on the bed, or seeing a loved one who has died in this life, and all the details of life are replayed one by one?

and even saw Christ, Buddha, Great Immortal, Doraemon......

As for - what is the afterlife?

Cold as the refrigerator compartment of a refrigerator? Is a microwave oven blazing hot? Or the alien desert of Star Wars? Or is it the garden of heaven as Avanti put it?

When I was still living in the basement and asked my grandfather for a set of vernacular books of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", I was convinced of those stories - after death, you can be reincarnated and reincarnated as a new person, and the great traitors will be tortured in the eighteenth layer of hell, and the tragic soul will only be reduced to Nie Xiaoqian...... When I was in middle school, I learned Marx's dialectical materialism in politics class, which convinced me that the so-called reincarnation was all nonsense.

When we die, there's nothing left – is that really the case?

When I was sixteen years old, I was playing crazy on the playground when a piece of glass fell from the sky and smashed in front of me, and several pieces of broken glass pierced into my legs. If I had been a second faster, or the glass would have been a few centimeters off, it would have knocked a big hole in my head, and I would have either died on the spot or turned into a vegetative state. Even though it was only a minor trauma, I vomited and diarrhea inexplicably, lay in the hospital and woke up every night with nightmares such as having my throat cut with a knife, being hit by a truck while crossing the street, or falling from the roof of a building......

How I fear death, and so do you.

Monday, June 19, 1995, 10 p.m.

I died of murder.

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