The Point of Death

Death has never been the end, but a threshold. From the moment of death, reactive energy begins to gather, heating up and building pressure, then rapidly expanding in a very short time before falling silent. Time begins here, revolving again and again, never stopping. +++++++++----------- Death was so ordinary and commonplace in his life. He was used to using a knife or a gun, usually a sniper rifle, or all kinds of other tools and methods to bring death to designated targets. It was his job, and he never hesitated. To him, death was always just a concise, straightforward file on a screen, along with countless plans being laid in secret. He was used to using a keyboard and mouse to type out one character after another, deciding people's fates without a word and calculating what could be gained from someone's death. It was his job, and he handled it with ease. But death has never been the end. It is a clue. "I don't know what will happen in the end..." Yue Zhiling's voice was bloody, every word clear. "At least I'm still alive, and so are you. That's the ending. It's enough." Whatever the end may be, before all sound falls silent, let us keep each other in our sights, even if we are heading in opposite directions. +++++++++++----------- This story is also known as Death Is a Habit and No Death Is in Vain. Whether I'm joking or not, you know the answer.