- Loneliness is an, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people

…… Dark, nothing but darkness.

He found himself buried.

Jiang Luochen didn't know when he came to his senses.

He didn't know.

Headache, his brain told him.

He felt as if he wasn't himself anymore, and his body had lost mass.

On the distant horizon, hellfire quietly emerged, flickering, flickering......

Jiang Luochen tried to get up, but he didn't, and he just floated out of the wet soil.

He should have been surprised, but he was extremely calm at this time, he didn't know, he didn't know why.

It turned out that he was not floating, but through the soil, and he was still standing in this world.

The world is dead.

Jiang Luochen asserted in his heart.

It was a lot of rain, a torrential rain he had never seen in his short 15 years of life: it was the earth crying.

The rain seemed to be joined into pillars of rain, rushing towards the earth with all their might, hungry and thirsty, and they vented their unwillingness, as if they were fighting back against the nameless force that had taken them off the ground before.

In this gray world, the glory of mankind in the past is gone, and the high-rise buildings that human beings are proud of, those prosperous and intricate commercial streets, and the "home" composed of thousands of lights are gone.

All that remained was ruins, and all kinds of human relics were scattered on the earth, buried in the deep earth, and thrown out of the earth.

"I remember, comet impact." Jiang Luochen muttered.

Boom, a dull roar came from afar, and the mud piled up on the mountain was no longer confined and slid down softly.

The earth is full of holes, and she is dripping blood.

Ancient beasts in volcanic belts around the world have awakened, roaring, spitting out the blood of the earth, the blazing magma.

Precipitation lasts for a month or more, and clouds and volcanic ash obscure the sky.

These volcanic ash and dust will block the sun's rays and warmth, and the earth will be plunged into extreme cold for a long time, with snow falling over vast areas and glaciers pushing into lower latitudes.

All plants and animals cannot survive in such conditions, there is no light, there is no food.

Jiang Luochen fell into deep thought, it took him 5 minutes to make sense of it all.

"The Earth was hit by a comet"

"The World Is Dying"

"Where are the others?"

"What's wrong with me?"

He pierced through the soil again, trying to find his own kind, and he drifted and searched and searched until he became numb.

Fragments, stumps, all sorts of horrific corpses.

No one survived.

He couldn't define whether he was human anymore because he was like a ghost, and he didn't know why he had the ability to pass through walls.

ponder

As the last person in this area, what should I do, ah, yes, I want to live!

He still tried to console himself, adding "this area" in an attempt to imply that he was not the last man on earth.

Survive?

He looked up at the dust and storm clouds that obscured the sky

Just kidding, right??

Stay alive!

Why am I still alive now?

He suddenly realized what the problem was.

Maybe I'm dead.

There is no answer.

He reached for the dirt and walked through it again.

Again.

He focused his thoughts between his hand and the earth, and his hand really grasped the mud.

ponder

Quantum...... Quantum mechanics?

He remembered a saying: indecision, quantum mechanics.

The science fiction novels I have read in my memory come to mind.

Interesting! That...... Why me? Who chose me? Could there be anyone else like this?

There will be, there will be.

Quantum Ghost

Quantum ghosts that are not self-aware cannot be seen, but invariably self-aware individuals' observations of themselves can cancel out outside observations, leaving them in a superposition or another deterministic state.

He remembered the words.

You're the self-aware quantum ghost, right?

The one who is killed does not die a second time.

It seems that he is still dead.

If you're dead, you don't have to worry about being alive!

He looked up at the sky, trying to find something, but his eyes were finally blocked by the dust, the gray world, he was imprisoned, imprisoned in this place of death.

It's boring, boring......

He was aware of the problem.

Before he knew it, half a month had passed, and he was traveling the world, looking around the Asian continent.

Look for the same kind

Finding the meaning of one's own existence

During this time, he saw "landscapes" that he had not seen before

He looked out from the top of Mount Everest, where to watch the "sunrise"

In the dead world, the sunrise and sunset are also dead, the majesty of the sun is gone, but the light still travels in a straight line, they squeeze their heads to shine into the earth, so in the thick dust and storm, those lights are diffusely reflected, and the afterglow is shining with a warm red light.

There is still light, there is some light.

So the sunrise and sunset every day became the moment he enjoyed the most.

It rained every day, and it was still that big, big rain, and he liked to listen to the rain in the cave.

Many times he listened and fell asleep.

In a dream

He dreamed of being reunited with his family, in a restaurant.

The dining room was warmly lit, the speakers were playing cosy jazz music, and he could feel the musicians playing jazz with their skillful improvisational skills to play the rhythm and melody in a blend of water.

Yu Luoying and Jiang Dayu sat opposite them, and they smiled at themselves and smiled very satisfied.

Jiang Luoxi, the younger sister beside him, grabbed his left arm, "Brother, congratulations on your admission to Chengzhong!" ”

It turned out that I was admitted to the ideal high school.

In reality, I'm only in my second year of junior high school.

Is it realistic? What is reality?

He was starting to get a little confused.

The world in your dreams is obviously better, isn't it?

He didn't want to, he didn't want to go back to the so-called reality, the dead world, the world without people.

Lightning and thunder, torrential rain.

He was still awake, and the rain was awake like this.

Obviously, he won't feel cold, but his heart is cold.

"The cold ice rain slapped indiscriminately on the face"

Andy Lau's "Ice Rain" reverberates in the auditory hallucinations.

Am I crazy?

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