The first half is a shallow talk about death, and if you are not interested, you can not watch it without affecting the plot

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Dark.

In front of him was a pitch black, the darkness seemed deep and deep, you couldn't see your fingers, you couldn't see the end at a glance, if you were a philosopher, you would be able to argue that this endless darkness is the origin of everything, endless, I don't know where it begins, and I don't know where it ends.

I... Isn't it dead?

The tone of doubt asks questions about the self, the common feelings of birth, old age, sickness and death, as long as you go through this flashy world, you will definitely experience it all.

And death, of course!

But death is the most unique in life, old age, sickness and death, its uniqueness is not because it is too amazing or too low, compared to the noisy death at birth seems to be unplugged in an instant, it is also not as ubiquitous as aging, subtle and silent, it is certainly not as mysterious as the disease, you know that it will eventually come back in the journey of life, but it is always sudden, its instability divides into harmless and powerless poles...

Wonderful, as if life corresponds to death, and old corresponds to illness. But the obvious difference between death and them is that birth, old age and illness can be experienced, can be described, and can share one's own experience with others, but death is absolutely not!

No one knows what it's like to die, because all those who know are dead.

Naturally, it cannot be paraphrased or recorded, and some people say that after death there is nothing, but obviously this answer is not accepted by everyone. It is true that after death, the body will gradually become colder, the body organs will gradually fail, and the breath of life will be completely lost, so that it is harmless to be incinerated into so-called "ashes". However, experiments have shown that human beings lose weight at the moment of death, about 21 grams, so what is 21 grams? According to the law of conservation of matter, nothing is born or disappears for no reason, but only through the transformation of something.

If the human body is regarded as matter, then the one who governs the body is called the soul, and the human soul is 21 grams.

But the question is, where did the 21 grams that disappeared at the moment of death go?

For thousands of years of human civilization, they have not given up thinking about this question, but of course those who have died have the most right to speak, but they can no longer open their mouths. Human imagination is unlimited, whether it is the soul of good people in the West who will go to heaven and the soul of evil people who will go to hell, or the ghosts and gods of the underworld and bull heads and horses in the East, it can also be traced back to modern times when the soul is freed from the shackles of the body, so as to be free from the shackles of three-dimensional time, so as to achieve true eternal life.

Of course, there is no way to prove this, so human beings are not finished thinking about death.

However, according to the fundamental nature of human beings, "fear of the unknown", most people have a blessed fear of death, and this fear is directly proportional to the happiness of human life, and the happier people are in life, the more afraid they are of death, because human beings are also afraid of loss.

If you want to ask, the world after death is unknown, if you instill in human beings that the world after death is beautiful, then human beings will not be afraid of death, won't human beings be afraid of death? Yes, there are examples of this, such as the major religious beliefs, the most prominent of which are examples of brainwashing in which certain deaths lead to salvation and forgiveness. Another example is those who are collectively ****, who are brainwashed by the beauty theory of death.

Therefore, everything in the world is not separated from a theory, it must be good and bad.

Of course, the most fundamental reason for human beings' fear of death lies at the spiritual level, just as people with certain mental illnesses are not so afraid of death, the richer people's emotions are, the more afraid of death, human life is an independent individual, but countless independent individuals have formed a human society through a complex and intertwined network of relationships, which can also be called a group according to biological theory. Obviously, with a social definition that is superior to ethnicity, people become more complex.

In this complex environment, people will disappear or weaken the fear of death because of many things. The simple categorization is will and emotion. Will includes the realization of one's dreams, spiritual sublimation, or important honors, in short, the most important things for human beings, which is why in the long history of mankind, many people who are not afraid of death are mostly great artists and soldiers who want to realize their ambitions. And the emotion is also easy to understand, if the individual has no concern for the rest of the individual, then the self-belief is not afraid of death, or the emotion of not fearing death that is born of extreme mental oppression also belongs to it. As for revenge, I don't know whether it should be classified as will or emotion, and the author won't go into details.

Therefore, in the final analysis, death itself is not terrible, and it also gives birth to human curiosity and desire to explore on a certain level.

That's all there is to it.

Of course...

Zhao Fan did not have the self-cultivation of a philosopher, so he could not see such a profound thing, so when his vision was dark, he wondered if he was dead.

Reach out...

No, he was like a tangled mummy, unable to mobilize any part of his body at all.

He remembered the moment before he fell unconscious, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"If it's really as the saying goes, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, then I will definitely have a good baby in my next life!"

The self-deprecating tone, no matter how human beings throughout the ages think, in the opinion of Zhao Fan, who has been in contact with demons and monsters, he is more inclined to the explanation of the underworld, but everything in front of him does not seem to have the appearance of the underworld.

"It's really sad, I've lived a really aggrieved life, I thought that I would get 008 and would embark on the road of being rich and handsome, but I didn't expect **silk or **silk..."I said to myself in the dark, "I remember that the most precious thing in "How Steel is Made" is life, life belongs to people only once, a person's life should be spent like this, when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being unique..."

Although Zhao Fan is a ** silk, he has read "How Steel is Made", and his favorite paragraph is this paragraph, the reason why this passage makes him remember it vividly is that he once thought that the life described in this sentence was absolutely incompatible with his eight poles, but he may now say: My life and all my experience are dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - maintaining social order! (The original sentence is a struggle for the liberation of mankind)

But to die like this, I'm always very unwilling...

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of his eyes, one figure was close to him, as if he was thrown into his arms, but unfortunately he couldn't move his body to see who she was, he looked at the other figure, the figure stood next to him, delicate and delicate face, simple and elegant robe, with tears on his face, this scene was so familiar.

"Cheng... Cheng Ying? ”

Zhao Fan spoke, but the voice didn't seem to reach her ears.

Since the person in front of him is Cheng Ying, it must be Lu Wushuang in his arms.

Zhao Fan couldn't speak, and he couldn't move, as if he was playing a comic book in his mind, looking at the appearance of the two, there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Soon, Lu Wushuang broke away from his embrace, and Zhao Fan caught a glimpse of her crying into tears, still very beautiful. He actually wanted to joke, "What are you crying about?" I'm not dead yet, am I? But this sentence is a bit inexplicable.

So, Zhao Fan watched the two retreat step by step, and then turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

This feeling is very annoying, this scene is like the first time I saw the two of them, but the feeling that I can only look at it from a distance and can't do anything is really depressing!

The picture turns, a woman who looks like a big lady, the same picture... She is Guo Fu.

In the blink of an eye, Li Mochou waved the dust, with a strange blush on his cold face.

Then, the cute Zhao Ni showed a frightened and overwhelmed expression when she was bullied by the gangsters, and the expression was still fresh in her memory and flashed by.

Then there was Han Ying, who was chattering about the psychology she was proud of, and then after the little plan succeeded, she showed a sly smile.

And then... It's Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian is still as cold as ice, but she hugged Zhao Fan's arm and looked at death with a look of death.

"Original... It turns out that my life is so good... With so many confidants, it seems a pity that they die like this..."As mentioned earlier, one of the definitions of fear of death is loss.

Several figures kept flashing, all of them were beautiful and beautiful faces, but their personalities were very different, their expressions were laughing, crying, cold, and ashamed. made Zhao Fan remember their goodness.

"It's probably a marquee." In the crappy web novels written by Zhao Fan, the protagonist often appears before he thinks he is going to die, and he lives through the beauty of life like a comic book. Thus learning from the pain, of course, the protagonist will not die.

But yourself... There's really no bottom.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Zhao Fan's eyes again, and that figure was very strange and unfamiliar.

The girl is only one meter six tall, from the front look at a light blue skirt full of elegance, revealing smooth and flawless calves, although it is flat shoes, but it does not destroy its temperament at all, looking up, the porcelain doll-like face makes people can't help but want to take a bite, a light baby fat, with princess-like long hair, and a natural curvature at the end.

She also held a teddy bear, which looked like a doll.

Zhao Fan is sure that he has never seen her in his memory! But he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, looking at the girl's face, his big eyes were half-open, as if he hadn't woken up, innocent and cute. Zhao Fan couldn't help but smile, such a lively and lovely child would make anyone smile with satisfaction.

But the strange thing is that it seems that in the blink of an eye, the lively and happy feeling is completely gone, and what is left is a wooden face, as if it is a dementia-like dumb gaze.

Zhao Fan could guess that his face must have collapsed at this moment, because the previous lively and happy had become the current sluggish and mune, who took away the liveliness and smile of such a lovely girl? This is absolutely unforgivable! Unforgivable!

He wanted to go up and hug the girl, but he really couldn't move.

Suddenly, the girl's feet moved, and she took a step, but instead of forward, she stepped backwards, and she stepped back on her plain white flats.

And while she retreated, her face was still dull, just staring at Zhao Fan stupidly.

For some reason, Zhao Fan's heart suddenly twitched, and he randomly felt an abnormal panic, as if he would lose her if he let this girl leave him.

He wanted to stay, but there was no way, he just hoped that the girl would not retreat.

Things do not turn out the way you want.

The girl's steps back from the ground grew faster and faster, until she was about to disappear.

Zhao Fan was completely panicked, he struggled, he shook, he wanted to break free from his shackles, he...

He stretched out his hand desperately...