Resurrection Empire

Bang! Bang!

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Deep in the forest of the valley, a freezing warehouse covered with metal moss was violently opened from the inside.

Ren Zhong came out trembling.

He climbed out of the warehouse on hands and knees, and then held on to the wall of the freezer with both hands to prevent his butt from hitting a sharp stone below when he slipped from above.

The last time he came out of the freezer like this, he sat on it diagonally. His hip bone collided hard with the sharp stone, causing him to grimace in pain.

This time, Ren Zhong, who had suffered a loss, subconsciously took an extra step and let his feet touch the ground first.

Then he leaned against the metal barn board and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

Cough cough cough!

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

He took deep breaths to make sure he was still alive.

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

Over and over in his mind were images of himself being shot through the chest a few seconds ago, and then having his head opened to remove his brain.

He looked around for a long time in fear.

What you can see is still a mess of abandoned freezer warehouses, giant trees with leafy branches, vines running all over the ground, dense bushes, and moss like patches of bald spots.

There was no flying machine, thank God.

Wait, why did I go back to the freezer again?

Ren Zhong pinched his face again to make sure he was not dreaming.

He began to have new doubts.

What happened just now?

Am I dead?

Really dead?

Or was it that my brain was taken away and artificially cultivated in some container? Is this a dream that my brain was guided out of?

Ren Zhong thought for a long time, but still had no idea.

He even twisted his thigh hard.

Hiss, it does hurt.

Maybe it's not a dream, maybe it's just too real.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the freezer next to him started broadcasting messages automatically again. It wasn't until he heard his parents' last words again that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Hearing the last words again.

He calmed down.

Although I can't figure out whether this is reality or an illusion, what the situation is now, and why the aircraft wants to kill people and take their brains without saying a word, I still have to take a look.

Dad said, you have to look forward in everything.

Just as he felt thirsty again, he set off!

Following his memory, Ren Zhong came to the creek again, squatted down to drink water and wash his face again.

But this time he didn't lie down and think about life, nor did he pick up pebbles and throw them away. After taking a short rest, he chose to walk in the opposite direction to last time, in order to avoid the unlucky aircraft.

After taking two steps out, there was another snap behind me.

Ren Zhong looked back in surprise.

It's still the same red fruit, smashed to pieces.

He walked back, looked at it carefully, and then looked up to the side.

There was a flat stone there. If I remember correctly, this stone was picked up by him and floated in water last time.

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

Looking at the shattered red fruit, it was smashed into the middle of two palm-sized marks on the ground, one gray and one black.

Ren Zhong closed his eyes and recalled for a long time, with a look of surprise on his face.

The position where the red fruit was smashed, the direction in which it was scattered after being smashed on the ground, the shape and position of the large or small pieces...

All these details were exactly the same as in his memory. They corresponded one to one and were exactly the same. It was like going back in time and resetting the years.

Ren Zhong's shape turned into stone, and he stood there for a long time.

He already had some incredible conjectures in his mind.

About ten minutes later, the stone statue that Ren Zhong had transformed into suddenly moved and headed straight to the direction opposite to the aircraft that had been previously selected.

Not long after walking, he suddenly covered his neck again, curled up and fell to the ground.

After feeling the pain for a while, Ren Zhong slowly stood up and counted the time in his mind.

He felt more confident.

The time, scale, extent, location and other details of the onset of pain were exactly the same as last time, every second.

Then there are only two possibilities left.

This is either a dream caused by the removed brain, or... time is really reset after death, and everything returns to the moment when he woke up.

At present, it seems that the first scenario is more likely, and the second scenario is a good vision.

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Bang! Bang!

Ren Zhong climbed out of the freezer again.

He lay limply on the ground, his pupils contracted violently, and there was lingering fear and confusion in his eyes.

He just "died" again, at the hands of an aircraft.

This time he chose a new direction. After leaving the dense forest, he carefully walked forward quietly with his waist raised. However, he was still noticed from a distance by the patrolling aircraft, which flew over and took him away in a clean wave.

The method was the same as last time, one shot through the chest, and then the skull was opened to take out the brain.

Ren Zhong punched the ground angrily.

Isn't this just like the ghosts hitting the wall when you have nightmares, infinite matryoshka dolls?

I don’t believe it! I'll change my position again!

Based on the direction of the sun, he chose due east for the first time, due west for the second time, and this time he chose due south.

It was slightly better than the previous two times. He at least walked out two or three miles more in the open grassland, but in the end he was still harvested on the spot by the roaring aircraft.

This time Ren Zhong used the "God's perspective of the underworld" in just a few seconds after death to observe a little more details.

He wrote down the number on the side of the aircraft, 11899, as well as the location and route of 11899's patrol flight.

This number is written in Arabic numerals!

Arabic numerals!

…

Bang! Bang!

Get out of the freezer again.

This time Ren Zhong headed all the way north.

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Bang! Bang!

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Bang! Bang!

A puff of smoke filled the air, and Ren Zhong emerged from the freezer again.

The last time, Ren Zhong returned to the due east direction, and before walking out of the dense forest, he used his clothes to hold the red fruit that fell from the sky and ate it half full.

It doesn't matter whether it's poisonous or not.

Anyway, death is inevitable. If you can eat fuller first and have more strength, then the hope of rushing out will be greater.

Fortunately, red fruits are not poisonous.

Before leaving the forest this time, he huddled up in a bush at the edge of the forest and carefully observed the outside through the gaps in the bush.

He wanted to see if he could avoid the aircraft and then sneak out while it was far away.

A few minutes later, the sound of roaring wind came from the distance, and the aircraft broke through the sky again.

Ren Zhong, who held his breath, observed quietly.

He judged from the wind-downed plants behind the aircraft that the aircraft's path followed a very regular arc.

The arc continues to extend, and the straight-line distance between the aircraft and the aircraft continues to shrink.

Ren Zhong's breathing became lower and lower, and he could sense the distance between the two with his naked eyes.

He began to have new expectations.

If the aircraft follows the established route and fails to detect itself when it is closest to the forest, the escape plan will be a big step toward success.

Suddenly, the aircraft made a sharp ninety-degree turn and headed straight for Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong sighed and picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground.

The stone flew away in vain.

This time he didn't return empty-handed. He remembered the approximate distance between the two at the moment the aircraft changed direction, which was five hundred meters.

…

Time may have passed for just a moment, or it may have passed for a long time.

Ren Zhong, who looked numb, emerged from the freezer again.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

It was basically certain that this was definitely not a dream, because he had died for the one hundred and thirty-sixth time.

If it is a dream, then this is the one hundred and thirty-seventh power of a dream, which is too much.

Time will really reset with your death to the moment you first wake up, 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 in an irreversible trend from order to disorder. As time flies, the universe is destined to move toward heat death, which represents the chaos of all things.

However, from a probabilistic perspective, assuming that particles are performing truly random motion, then within an infinite time period, any particle can certainly return to a position infinitely close to its initial position after an infinitely long time of random motion.

The same goes for all particles in the universe.

The probability of this happening is infinitesimally small in a limited time.

But as long as this probability exists, it will approach 100% infinitely in an infinite time.

One day, everything in the universe will return to a certain state that it once existed after going through an infinite cycle of reincarnation.

This can be understood as going back in time in the universe.

This is the greatest fear of mankind - the absolute opposite of entropy, Poincaré's return.

In 1895, Jules Henri Poincaré historically proved this theoretically.

In March 2018, a group of researchers at the University of Vienna successfully demonstrated the "Poincaré Return" phenomenon in a multi-particle quantum system, and the paper was published in Science.

Ren Zhong, who is also the author of the official article in Science, has never believed in ghosts and gods. He will habitually try to use science to answer all his doubts.

Now, apart from the suspected return of Poincaré, he could not find a second better explanation.

It should have been a good thing to understand this, but the process of realizing the truth was too painful and too hopeless.

Now, he has figured out the pattern of the aircraft. Outside this dense forest covering an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers, there are four aircrafts from 11896 to 11899 patrolling at a fixed speed along the circular trajectory.

It will be sensed when the straight-line distance between itself and the aircraft is within 500 meters, and it will be discovered regardless of whether the field of view is blocked. The aircraft is suspected to have a life perception system.

Now he can easily avoid the sweep of the aircraft by maintaining distance, 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, he will encounter some strange things before encountering humans.

A giant flying insect with a wingspan of three meters and a metallic sheen on its body would pounce on him when it saw him from a distance, easily tearing apart the wooden stick he picked up for self-defense, knocking him down, and then use the meat grinder Mouthparts like...

There is also a small animal that is as big as a fist and looks quite cute and jumping around, as if it is a harmless rabbit. But when this thing rolled up smoke and dust on the ground and flew towards it, it easily smashed the rocks thrown by Ren Zhong with the two pointed ears on its head, giving him a refreshing break. Before Ren Zhonglin died, he saw clearly that the white rabbit's body was not covered with hair, but a metal shell that seemed to be electroplated with anti-rust paint.

There were also metal fish lurking in the puddles with voltages of millions of volts. He just stepped in and they were instantly burned to charcoal.

There is also a giant iron-clad beast that looks like a hill when it stands up, with a child in its mouth.

These things are not as crisp as aircraft, and the process of killing him is a little slower. He can at least jump around like a dying grasshopper twice, but that's all.

The process is more painful and more terrifying than death at the hands of an aircraft.

Ren Zhong felt as if no matter how hard he tried, he would eventually die.

The sky and the earth are like a terrifying cruise ship magnified countless times, an infinite power of an endless nightmare.

He was on the verge of collapse.

Just last time, he even tried to commit suicide in order to find relief.

But he still woke up from the freezer.

He wondered if he could just not leave the woods.

He really tried.

However, five days later, he collapsed in the shade of a tree beside a creek.

This time he died of cancer.

There is no cure, just wait to die.

Ren Zhong hugged his legs and huddled next to the freezer like a zombie.

His mind was muddled, and all kinds of tragic death scenes were rotating uncontrollably in his mind.

His ears were ringing, and his body was shivering subconsciously from time to time as his mind was swallowed up by fear.

He even began to resent his parents subconsciously.

Why should I freeze it? Why throw me into this hopeless nightmare? Wouldn't it be better for me to just die in the first place? What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?

At this time, there are two choices before Ren Zhong, either succumb to fear and reality, go completely crazy, and then endure endless torture in a possibly endless cycle of death nightmares.

Either cut off all distracting thoughts, bear all the pain, stand up again, and then die a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even infinite times to create a hope of getting out.

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

Faintly, his parents' last words rang in his ears again.

"Since you can't change, you can only accept it."

"You have to live well."

"Everything has to be forward-looking."

Ren Zhong suddenly came back to his senses.

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 were getting by. They were ordinary people in the first half of their lives. They did not seek wealth or wealth. They were usually kind to others and were too lazy to work hard. The most proud achievement in his life was raising his amazing son. .

However, this son died young, and his parents had to face the tragic situation of having a white-haired man give away a black-haired man.

When parents sold their house and everything, but still had to earn 500,000 yuan a year to support their son, they must have been desperate in their hearts.

When they were nearly fifty years old and gave up their original lives and borrowed money to go into business, they probably didn't know what would happen next. They just had no choice but to try hard once and be successful if they didn't succeed.

They finally did it.

Although they said it very lightly in their last words, you can imagine how the parents in such a situation worked hard from dawn to dusk, worked hard and struggled unreservedly.

The hundreds of times I died were indeed painful, but in fact each time the pain lasted only a few seconds at most.

However, under the terrifying pressure of having to watch themselves die if their business failed, my parents worked hard for forty-five years in a field they didn't like.

Living like that is no easier than dying.

"Although I am in a bad situation, this is a new life that my parents have worked hard to buy for me throughout their lives. How can I give up so easily."

Ren Zhong took a deep breath, and unwilling anger gradually burst out in his pupils.

Once again he forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation point by point.

"I can keep resurrecting and resetting. This is my advantage. I can predict the unknown. This is my S/L method, which makes me invincible. I will definitely find hope of escape!"

"The aircraft will cut off my brain after killing me, but it will remain unmoved when it encounters those aggressive monsters. After the monster kills me, it will swallow me whole, not even the bones are wasted. .”

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

"This is a good thing and even more hopeful."

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