Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 8: The smell of death

　　 darkness, endless darkness, is this death?

　　 Xu Jun suddenly realized that he still retains consciousness and he can think. Is this how it feels after death? Have you become a soul? Why don't there be angels with white wings or demons with flames to lead yourself to heaven or hell, as others said? There is only boundless darkness all around, and I can't see or feel anything. Everything except thinking about myself seems to be frozen, frozen in this endless darkness.

　　 Is this the eternal sleep that the Egyptians said? But I am sober again? Xu Jun was very confused about his current situation.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, but after countless attempts to feel the darkness around him, he finally resigned. Xu Jun began to think of the days and nights of his twenty-four years, thinking of his parents, relatives, friends, classmates, and all the people related to him. Think of all the interesting or boring things I have done. I think of my own ambitions and longing for my future, my home, my room, my computer, and my favorite books. Everything that he loved was flashing in front of Xu Jun's eyes.

　　 Is this a feeling of regret? Xu Jun didn't know. He only knew that it was really like what others said, that everything is only known for its preciousness when it is lost. Now he has deeply understood the meaning of this sentence, and he really regrets it. Xu Jun was so sad to find that he was deprived of the ability to cry. He could only cry in the depths of his soul, regretting his naivety and arrogance, and cursing his indecision and soft ears. I want my parents to forgive my unfilial piety. Cursing the curator's deceit to himself and the strange "submarine" that killed himself (he still can't figure out what happened at that time, what was the thing he hit, and he didn't know it for nothing. Xu Jun, who is confused by the "ghost", is very unwilling).

　　 Finally, the desperate Xu Jun began to plead with God in the dark: "If God pity me Xu Jun, please give me another chance, I swear I will cherish everything I feel and get. If God pity me Xu Jun, please give me life again. I swear that I am willing to do my best to make this life brilliant and will not let my life go in vain. If God pity me Xu Jun, please fulfill my wish, I swear I will not make the same mistake again. I will abandon cowardice and childishness, greed and arrogance, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and face my life with strength."

　　 Xu Jun keeps eager to go to heaven, to escape from the present situation, and to return to the world. Suddenly, Xu Jun realized that his desire might have worked. Because, in the endless darkness, he saw a light spot like a firefly emerge in front of him. At first it was a small light spot. Xu Jun tried hard to see clearly, but after a while he realized that the light spot was not what he saw with his eyes. The image of the light spot was directly reflected in In my own mind.

　　"Is it an illusion of the brain?" Xu Jun was disappointed. But gradually those light spots began to flash out like stars, and the increasing speed was almost like an explosion. Spots of light gathered around him into a sea of ​​stars, exuding colorful brilliance. The light spots began to revolve around him in Xu Jun's mind, getting faster and faster, and finally the fast moving light spots were simply connected into long lines. Xu Jun felt a little dizzy. He found that he couldn't control the rotating light spots in his mind at all. He felt that he was going crazy by those high-speed moving pictures. Just when Xu Jun felt that he was about to lose consciousness, all the light spots suddenly disappeared, and that familiar darkness followed.

　　 But when Xu Jun hadn't recovered from the previous dizziness, the next feeling made him feel as if he had been beaten in the head. He felt as if he had heard a voice. At first, Xu Jun still suspected that this was his own hallucination again, because the voice was very soft and vague, and he couldn't hear what it was. It was like someone whispering in a corner of an empty hall far away from him. But after a while, Xu Jun affirmed that it was not an illusion, because the voice became louder and clearer. There were a few people arguing, the sound of metal percussions, the sound of people walking around, and others. Various familiar and unfamiliar voices.

　　 Xu Jun felt that his brain was about to explode with excitement. It was the voice of the world. When the heaven heard his request, he returned to the world.