Chapter 1: Seeing His Own Death

There is no one in this world who is immortal. But who can see how they die when they die?

If there really is, Tu Zhe should be counted as one.

Tu Zhe's death was sudden and inexplicable.

Originally, he thought that he should be arrested first, then tried, and then shot or something. Originally, this was a normal way to die.

Who asked him to buy pigs and come back to prepare for private slaughter, when he happened to encounter the joint defense team members organized by the Demolition and Relocation Office besieging his house, and more than a dozen excavators roared and forcibly demolished?

That's it, the last thing he should have seen was that his elderly mother was slashed to the ground by a pickaxe from a joint defense team, her head was grabbed from a brick, and blood was draped down.

Tu Zhela's pig car was parked behind hundreds of joint defense teams, and he couldn't get by, so he sat in the cab of the farm truck and watched.

His mother's cry and the blood on his face made him rush to his head, and as soon as he put it in gear, the accelerator kicked to the end, and the car roared towards the joint defense team.

What happened later? Tu Zhe only remembered that the man turned on his back and screamed for a long time.

How many knocked down?

Not counted!

Seven or eight, a dozen or twenty?

The worst thing was when the car hit a half-collapsed courtyard wall and turned off.

Tu Zhe sat in the cab in a daze, with a blank face and no thoughts.

By the time he had a thought, he was already sitting in a prisoner's car, surrounded by a circle of human faces.

It hurts in my body, it hurts in my hands, and it hurts in my head.

He struggled to open his bloody huraca's eyes, and found that his clothes were almost torn to strips of cloth, black and wet with blood. The shoes are gone, and there is an extra pair of handcuffs on the hands.

He saw a distorted face pressed straight into his eyes, eyes on that face that were about to crack, and something called anger burned deep in the eyeballs.

"Nima, do you know how many of Lao Tzu's brothers were killed by the Dao, you animal—" The owner of the face almost roared, spraying Tu Zhe's face with spittle.

Tu Zhe smiled: "How many?"

This guy who is suspected to be the leader of the joint defense team is more like the Black Society, he was stunned for a moment, and he was even more furious, and a big-eared scraper fanned over: "Nima Laozi can't beat you to death." ”

Tu Zhe spat a mouthful of blood, bared his teeth and smiled, and slanted a slit in his eyes:

"Can you be more civilized? Violent demolition, brutal law enforcement, torture and corporal punishment, treat the people like dogs, and of course the people regard them as revenge. I don't understand this reason, I see you, and you, hehe, it's all about to come."

The man's mouth was open and he couldn't close it for a moment. looked at Tu Zhe, scratched his head, a little puzzled, and his eyes flashed with coldness: "Nima, you are a pig killer, and you are a hair with Lao Tzu?"

"I am a pig killer and graduated from Peking University with a bachelor's degree in Chinese language." Tu Zhe said jokingly.

The leader hissed, as if he had a toothache, "Nima, you are the one who was admitted to the civil service and was squeezed down?

Tu Zheha laughed wildly, laughing breathlessly.

The leader said angrily, "Laughing Nima laughing?"

Tu Zhe coughed and stopped laughing: "You don't know if you have gone to school in Ludao? Or are you born mentally retarded? Now Lao Tzu doesn't kill pigs, Lao Tzu now changes to kill people." Ha Lu Ha Tut,

You see Lao Tzu has also learned to swear, but Lao Tzu killed pigs instead killed people, it doesn't matter if you swear, you, and you, you can't swear. You're a financial eater, right, swearing, swearing, not a good foodie, quack"

The leader was furious, and a face was almost on the tip of Tu Zhe's nose: "Dirty Nima, scold Nima, Nima killed seven, injured eleven of them, and even the deputy county magistrate was killed, Nima, you crashed into the sky, you know no-"

Tu Zhe smiled and said, "I really don't know how to do this, is the sky falling? All I saw was that the houses in my village had collapsed. Hehe, but please take your face away, okay? You have bad breath, it really smells bad, didn't anyone remind you? It's also a strange thing.

"Nima—"

The leader swallowed his saliva, pointed at him and said, "Seven dead don't call the sky fall, Nima, how many more do you want to kill?"

"How many of you came?"

"There are more than 310 of the joint defense team, what's the matter, you mean to wipe them all out?"

Tu Zhe sighed: "There is always a certain gap between reality and wishes. I have a farm vehicle, and the place is narrow, and I can't turn around, so how can it all be destroyed?

When it comes to this, it is the overwhelming fists and feet that drown Tu Zhe. Tu Zhe felt that every piece of flesh on his body had been knocked away, and every bone had been broken, but he didn't scream, and kept laughing until he lost consciousness.

By the time he came to consciousness again, it was already dark.

The prisoner car was parked on a remote road. The interior lights are on.

Tu Zhe saw a circle of people looking at him expressionlessly.

Tu Zhe coughed, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and said with a smile: "Brother, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for you to wake up"

"Oh, what does that mean?"

"I'm going to the detention center"

"Oh, let's go, then?"

"You're not going to pee or?"

"There are no toilets in the detention center?"

"Yes, but you don't open the number at night, and you're not afraid of being beaten up as a newcomer in the toilet?"

"Hehe, did I get less beatings?"

"If you suffer again, you won't be able to resist tonight"

"Oh"

"If you don't want to die, get out of the car quickly, go to the field to pee clean, we also see that you have culture, Nima don't know how to lift. ”

Tu Zhe thought that he was waiting to be shot in prison, and he probably couldn't breathe the outside air anymore. Just say I'll go.

The joint defense team all got out of the car, dragged him out of the car like a dead dog, and urged him after letting go: "Hurry up, stay away, give you five minutes"

Tu Zhe staggered down the slope of the road, with a dark field in front of him. The moist air is inhaled into the lungs and is a little sweet.

He staggered forward, his legs as if they were about to float, and his body was a little involuntary.

"Nima, can you run two steps? What time is this?"

The leader in the back roared and urged.

Lao Tzu is still running, Lao Tzu can still fly!

I'll fly for you to see.

Puff puff –

Then he felt like he was flying, and he felt as if he had wings, and his body was lifted off the ground, and he couldn't help but sway into the air.

And so, he saw his own death.

Tu Zhe saw that his body suddenly froze in a state of barely running, and several blood arrows burst out of his back and the back of his head, and then it was probably a long time, maybe only a moment, and his body slammed to the ground and did not move.

He knew he was dead. The death was so sudden, without a little premonition.

Then, he felt like he was constantly in the air, as if his eyes were floating in the air out of his body. It was an amazing feeling, no pain, no physical pain.

He saw the members of the joint defense team standing on the road, and when he got out of the car, he saw that they were moving shadows. Now they were shadows around them, too, but their forms were clear to him.

He had a feeling that his vision suddenly became sharp and penetrating, and even the boundless darkness became transparent.

Then he saw that the leader was holding a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was still emitting a faint green smoke.

A couple of joint defense team expressions, tsk, fuck they don't have expressions.

They looked at Tu Zhe's body and were silent for a while. Tu Zhezhi said, that is definitely not a silent mourning for himself.

I saw that the leader who had been roaring at him let out a long sigh, then took out his mobile phone and pressed a number, and said flatteringly: "Boss, the matter is done, hey, that guy escaped, hey, that boss, what you promised, okay, the boss of Zhilu Dao has been gracious since ancient times."

The leader dialed again and said indifferently:

"Director, it's me. The suspect Tu Zhe tried to escape when it was convenient at kilometer 349 of National Highway 208 and was killed on the spot, the scene remains intact, please instruct"

Nima

Tu Zhe burst into foul language.

That's okay?!

Nima Laozi was escaped?

The moment he stepped on the accelerator and drove the farm vehicle into it, he never thought that he would live. However, this Nima died in such a strange way, he really didn't dare to think about it.

In this era, there are many bizarre ways to die, such as drinking water, sleeping, drinking, cutting his body into rotten, and then jumping off the building to die. All kinds of deaths used to make him, a person with a bit of a left-left tendency, constantly jumping his feet.

But does jumping feet work?

You have to go to the hospital to see your legs, but do the people dare to enter the hospital casually? If you are not mentally prepared to be cut off and ruined, then the door of the hospital is also entered by your people?

After graduation, I was admitted to a civil servant, and I was squeezed by others who had a way.

Is it useful for you to be the first in the written test? Is it useful to be the first in the interview? Your major is not as good as others, and it is more suitable for this position.

Okay, let's not be a civil servant. Shall we kill the pigs?

There's no one crowding this, right?!

No one squeezed it, but someone demolished your house and cut your mother with a pickaxe.

So killing pigs changed to killing.

So he was "escaped".

Tu Zhe laughed in the air, and he felt that tears were flying. and the hand touched the eye. But the hands are empty, and the eyes do not know where the road is.

He raised his hands, and saw that in the transparent darkness, his hands and arms were two faint blue phantoms.

Only then did I realize that my soul had come out of my shell.

The body is dead, but there really is a soul?

It seems to be true.

Tu Zhe was originally an atheist. This time he died, and I don't know if there is a way to be a god, but there must be a ghost.

He felt like he had been drifting into the depths of the void, as if flying.

Death is lighter than a feather, and some are heavier than Mount Tai. Whether what the ancients said was reasonable or not, he didn't know the way.

All he knew was that his flesh had fallen heavily to the ground, and his soul had floated gently in the void.

Does this mean that you are going to report to the ghost city of Xudu?

What about bull heads and horse faces, and what about black and white impermanence?

Nima, Lao Tzu died like this, and he didn't even have time to look at his father and mother.

Tu Zhe's tears were flying. But his tears were invisible to his eyes and to himself.

The ground grew farther and farther away from him, and the void grew colder.

Is this leaving the earth?

Is that round, spinning sphere the planet that once gave birth to me?

Where is the ghost town of Xudu? Isn't it on earth?

Where am I going?

Void?

Wandering in this void?

Nima, I can't even see a ghost.

This void is too big. That's the sun, that's the moon, that's Venus, Mercury, and all sorts of unnamed stars.

The stars are like a sea!

He floated in the void like this, not knowing the time of the road, not knowing where the road would return, only the boundless starlight and loneliness overwhelmed him.

What the hell is going on-

There's no female ghost.,It's okay to have a male ghost.-

Tu Zhe, who was so lonely that he was about to go crazy, howled.

There are no male ghosts, and there are no female ghosts.

When he was about to die of loneliness, a dog came.

A dog running in the void.