Death

"What's special!"

　　When Xu Ji got up early, put on his glasses, and looked at the situation in his glasses, he sweared a thick mouth.

　　"226,000 words, 264 clicks." Xu Ji looked helplessly at the new book that he had high hopes for, and sighed with a sigh: "Yes, this book is another street, and it is a street dog."

　　When he got up and brushed his face and looked at the ordinary face in the mirror, Xu Ji couldn't help but touched his face: "Hey, the people in this mirror are so handsome!"

　　Xu Ji is an online writer. He is a self-proclaimed novelist. Of course, he is a deadly street. He has not signed a successful contract with five or six books.

　　Usually rely on family business to support themselves, the income is barely strong, barely buy a few suites in the community.

　　Xu Jizhen is on the sofa, in front of it is a virtual screen, the screen is broadcasting a news: "Recently, Chinese scientists in the outer space surveyed a meteorite is coming to the solar system, codenamed Sirius ....."

　　Meteorite? Xu Ji rolled his eyes, maybe he could see the meteor at night, and he didn't put it in his heart.

　　Xu Jishun took a cup of 23-century fat house from the coffee table and sighed lazily while drinking: "Is it not the month, these readers can hardly feed."

　　Shut down the virtual TV, Xu Ji walked out the window, blue sky and white clouds, hundreds of high-rise buildings abound, and the mid-air suspension solar car speeded according to the intelligent route.

　　Xu Ji raised his eyebrows and sipped his mouth.

　　Outer space -

　　Silent and silent, a meteorite marches toward the solar system. According to the orbit, it will pass through the solar system, will not touch any planet, and will not intersect with any planet. Originally not, just -

　　A meteorite that is less than a quarter of its size floats in the other direction and collides with it, but the direction of this meteorite is still moving toward the solar system, but it has produced an offset....

　　At night, the stars shine, Xu Ji wears a virtual helmet to do a sacred thing - code words! I want to turn it into words in my mind. Xu Ji didn't know how the ancients used their hands to code words. It was terrible. If he had to use his hand to type a million words, he would be mad.

　　After finishing the chapter, Xu Jixin took the helmet with satisfaction and took a look at the temple. He sat on the sofa and said to himself: "There are two more chapters today. This group of small readers should be satisfied."

　　After saying that Xu Ji yawned, aired a fried chicken cola and lay in bed, not close to the door in one day.

　　After thinking about it for a while, Xu Ji went to sleep.

　　The night outside the window was covered by red and blue neon.

　　In the imperial capital, the suburban park, and the patchwork area of ​​the landscape building, a scientific researcher wearing a white robe research suit hurried into a building. In an office in the building, a middle-aged man with a handsome suit and a handsome figure stood at the window and stood facing the window.

　　Three sounds were heard outside the door.

　　"Enter." The middle-aged man opened his mouth and his voice was steady.

　　The researcher panicked into the room and walked to the middle-aged side, muttering: "Sirius has changed its trajectory, it... It is coming to Earth!"

　　The middle-aged man stunned and shivered deeply, looking at the researchers next to him, his eyes facing his eyes, and the middle-aged man exporting: "Is there still a chance to save?"

　　The researchers bowed their heads. The middle-aged people understood what they were. They walked slowly to the desk and sat down with their ass. They could not suppress the feeling of depression in their hearts.

　　"How long is it."

　　"It is expected to be 3.13am."

　　The middle-aged people waved their hands and waited for the researchers to go to the higher level of communication. The result was on standby. The middle-aged man was desperate in the scorpion, trembled and dialed the phone at home, tears burst out.

　　At three in the morning, Xu Ji was awakened from his dreams. He had a nightmare, dreaming that the blue star was blown up and turned himself into nothingness.

　　Xu Ji patted his face and gasped.

Road: "still still, I have not died, Blue Star did not blow!"

　　Xu Ji, who was the rest of his life, was very excited. He planned to take a takeaway to calm his feelings, but he just got to the window and was shocked by the scene.

　　The bustling city is still the bustling, the suspended cars are still in and out, and even in the neon light, even the night is as bright as day. But above this scene full of technology is a big ball. ? ?

　　Xu Ji was sluggish and looked at the moon that seemed to be magnified 10,000 times. Even the craters on the sphere were clear.

　　"This....this Nima is a meteor!!!" Xu Ji resented and screamed, is this news deceiving the public?

　　Xu Ji is in a heavy mood, and stands at the window watching the meteorite getting bigger and bigger until it blocks the entire night sky. He suddenly thought a lot, what is the meaning of human life? If humanity eventually dies, what are you doing so hard? What is the taste of death?

　　Only Xu Ji did not finish it, the meteorite that was codenamed Sirius hit the ground.

　　Beauty comes from destruction.

　　A meteorite hits the planet. From the perspective of outer space, the beauty of this moment is enough to shock all creatures, but in the universe, this is just a short-lived, not surprising.

　　Feeling very wonderful, no pain, no discomfort, a moment from birth to death, Xu Ji feels chaotic around, obviously can control the body but can not move. There seems to be no eyes, but I can clearly know the existence around me, I can know everything around me but I can't touch it.

　　Xu Ji does not know what kind of state he is now, is the soul? Still consciousness? Or are they both or not? Is it only for one person? If not, what about the other people?

　　Xu Ji's brain is very painful, but he can't be called a brain. Because there is no such thing as a container of brains, it's just a mixed thought. These ideas are very painful.

　　Xu Ji tried hard to gather these ideas in one place, and the articles were sorted out. After finishing the work, Xu Ji felt bright and seemed to understand what it is.

　　It seems that the chaos around is your own body? Or in another way... all are their own consciousness?

　　Xu Ji used his power to control himself and found that his body could no longer be called a "person", but a group of things that did not know what material composition.

　　Xu Ji was helpless, and tried to control for a while. He only felt more and more tired, just like staying up all night, and his eyelids were fighting, and he fell asleep without knowing it.