1 Prologue
◎Disappearing Earth◎
Zhu Heng is not afraid of anything except a boring life.
You have to dip hot pot in sugar and sprinkle chili on ice cream. In just over twenty years of life, I have worked as a farmer in the countryside, killed insects under a bridge, rung the bell in a temple, and worked in the International Trade Center.
What a sick soul, but unfortunately he is a handsome guy.
There is a mole on the tip of his nose, his skin is cold and pale, his hair is short and black, and his eyebrows and eyes are cold and distant.
The whole person looked like a glass of boiled water with a drop of gin added, and it was chilled and had a hint of coolness.
However, his boring life, which was incompatible with the ordinary world, changed when he was 24 years old.
It was New Year's Eve. Zhu Heng went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of New Year's goods, then returned to his hotel room alone. He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the "thousands of lights" that none of them belonged to him, and smiled as he ate the coriander he had just bought.
There are still four hours before the Spring Festival Gala begins.
At the edge of the sky, a setting sun slowly sank. The sun was big and round, like a curtain falling from the stage, almost distorted.
Zhu Heng broke off a fresh coriander leaf and put it into his mouth. A golden reflection pierced his eyes and passed by.
He suddenly stopped what he was doing.
My sight followed the source of the reflection and landed on densely packed transparent threads in the air.
Did these lines move just now?
Zhu Heng felt a strange feeling in his heart for no reason.
He turned on the holographic TV, and the news was introducing the Spring Festival customs in various places to the audience, which was still a regular annual program.
But this year, it’s a little different.
In front of the camera, the reporter stood on the roadside against the setting sun. Although it was still winter, the weather was warm and pleasant. The reporter was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and reporting with enthusiasm on his face.
Behind him, the sky above the city was thick with thousands of thin, transparent threads. He stood beside one of them, the thinnest fishing line, firmly rooted in the middle of the road.
The reporter held up the microphone and said, "What you are seeing now is the ruins of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an, which dates back to the First-Class Civilization era 50,000 years ago. Currently, many virtual lighting groups have been set up here, and they will recreate the splendor of the ancient Tang Dynasty tonight. You can see through these thin lines behind me that the entire Big Wild Goose Pagoda ruins are ready..."
The reporter spoke in a very normal tone, and he was no longer surprised by the existence of the thin line.
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About half a year ago, these thin lines suddenly appeared above the city, one end connected to the earth and the other end leading to the sky.
No one knows where it comes from.
Despite the dense density, it neither affects people's mobility nor obstructs daylight, allowing all objects to flow freely through it. Apart from the numerous extra wires, everything else is normal.
But being in it, everyone had an illusion.
It’s as if they are puppets, and outside the earth, on the other end of the strings, there is an invisible and intangible person who is waiting for the curtain to open, waiting to manipulate the strings to put on a good show.
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The reporter changed the subject and continued, "Tens of thousands of years ago, during the era of Level One civilization, our ancestors had not yet mastered stellar energy or controlled the climate, but their technology was quite advanced. For example, they had a tool called a mobile phone.
"Historical records show that during the Spring Festival, ancient people often used mobile phones to record their daily lives. Since archaeologists discovered and restored this tool, people across the solar system have embraced a retro style. Today, I will show you what it was like for our ancient ancestors to use mobile phones."
He picked up a palm-sized rectangular antique and pointed behind him. "These thin lines behind me have coexisted with the people of the entire solar system for several months, and have been living in peace for several months. We can even see that many netizens have begun to use them for secondary creations, such as the recently popular 'Thin Lines Accompany Me to Celebrate the New Year'. The sunset is so beautiful, so I will use my 'mobile phone' to show you how to take a photo..."
The reporter turned on his camera and leaned forward to take a selfie in front of the camera.
Behind him was the setting sun, and the whole city was dyed with the texture of an oil painting by this huge red sun. The reporter held the sun on his shoulder, put his head sideways in the thin line, forced a big smile on his face, and made a scissors hand gesture to the camera of his mobile phone.
The smile was frozen in the photo album and also on the reporter's face.
The phone fell to the ground with a "bang".
A red line slowly appeared on the reporter's face, bright red blood spurted out, and his head was split open.
Terror spread across his face, but only halfway through, it was stopped by the thread, and half of his body collapsed to the ground, silent and lifeless. He was still full of life one second, and the next he was a sliced corpse, his organs clearly visible.
The body that was cut in half shook twice and finally fell to the ground with a bang.
There was a big smile on his face.
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The accident happened so quickly that the cameraman stood there in a daze, forgetting to turn off the camera, and the director's studio did not cut the picture. Everything was broadcast live in front of viewers across the solar system.
Behind the reporter's still warm body, the huge setting sun became increasingly red.
Zhu Heng looked out the window following the setting sun.
The aerial vehicle passed through the thin line and was instantly cut in two.
Ordinary residents rushing home to eat New Year's Eve dinner were cut in half, with wine, gifts and gifts scattered all over the floor...
It's a mess.
The outside world is in chaos.
It all seemed like a slow-motion movie. Those straight, thin lines seemed to be pulled up by someone, rising from the ground along with the land where they were rooted.
Just as Zhu Heng was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt sleepy. In the last moment before losing consciousness, he saw the doomsday-like world flipping along with the thin line, and a wall of water five or six feet high surged on the horizon.
The flood submerged the city in an instant.
Then, everything returned to silence.
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This should have been an ordinary evening.
A golden red sun slowly sets in the west.
It fell on the earthwork of the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum under construction, and on the bronze body facing the loess and with its back to the sky, giving a red edge to the simple face with endless green forests and crisscrossing gullies.
It briefly settled on the roof of a restaurant in Chang'an during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, with golden light shining into the white walls of the building, which were covered with famous and unknown poems, and would become famous pieces that would be passed down through the ages. At this moment, the ink was still brand new, even wet.
It spreads like a fishing net over the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty. At the foot of the green mountains, next to the scattered villages, curls of smoke rise up, and the barking of dogs in the distance breaks the tranquility of this paradise-like world.
It stops in the bustling modern city, penetrates the asphalt road, polishes the white crosswalks, and the bustling crowds rise and fall like waves of wheat under the golden glow.
After that.
When the last ray of sunshine disappears.
It is unknown which habitable planet in the universe was the first to discover that their home planet, Earth, had disappeared from the map of the solar system.
The entire blue planet disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an empty spherical gap.
The people who lived on the land of the mother planet and disappeared with it, at that moment, all heard a cold voice -
[Hello, Level 2 cosmic civilization. We are a Level 3 cosmic civilization.]
Welcome to the large-scale civilization simulation game "History of the Universe"
[From now on, the universe triggers the main mission - to find the disappeared Earth civilization. ]
【Author’s words】
Serving Guide:
1. This article is fictional, and the main story takes place tens of thousands of years in the future, with science fiction elements and historical copies.
2. All historical figures in this article are NPCs in the game "Universe History"
3. A Level 1 civilization can freely exploit and utilize all forms of energy on Earth. A Level 2 civilization possesses the ability to harness stellar energy. By the time a highly developed Level 3 cosmic civilization emerges, humanity can harness the energy of the entire Milky Way galaxy. Our current three-dimensional world is a Level 0.5 to Level 1 civilization. Zhu Heng in this article is in a Level 2 cosmic civilization, while the attack and game system are in a Level 3 cosmic civilization.
The next pre-collection of "I Wait for the Soul to Return for Another Year":
A new mysterious bookstore opened in Hangzhou. On the opening day, celebrities from all walks of life came to attend the celebration.
Halfway through the ceremony, the bookstore suddenly lost power.
When the call came, a guest was found dead on the ground with 8 stab wounds.
Each of the remaining eight people present could be the murderer.
To prove their innocence, everyone must choose a book in the store.
The answer lies in these 8 books.
bibliography:
"Liaozhai", "The Peony Pavilion", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Shuo Yuan", "The Book of Songs", "Chu Ci"
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