《The murder of Pruto》


 Plutos reminder

    "He''s coming!"The person on the other end of the phone was anxious, breathing violently and restless," he''s here, Pluto''s threat came, I won''t support......" for long


    At a short halt, the remaining buzzing voice reminded me that he had hung up the phone.


    Although I received such a puzzling phone call in the middle of the night, I still decided to visit the other party to see what went wrong!


    Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a writer, to put it bluntly is the code words.


    In this industry, the same writers, a far more disparity than the diameter of the galaxy. Popular writers are high in heaven, earning in millions, while the poor at the bottom are in hell, even a problem.


    Despite the harsh reality of the writer world, what people see is only the brilliant side, and countless young people still invest in it every year. Fortunately, I do not have to struggle so hard, I made my debut early, laid a half red not purple fame, every month carry thousands to support the family, and his wife live a medium family''s happy life!


    Modern society has entered the era of fast food, and the same is true of literature. Writers no longer pay attention to quality, but win by speed, and it is not uncommon for them to update tens of thousands of words every day. But there is a miracle in the writer world, he is called Stevenson, famous for writing science fiction, once won the science fiction award "Hugo Award"!


    His novels are so popular that even the endless books are eagerly bought by readers. When even changed to a movie, royalties are almost a horror shock for some. And such a strange man, every day only write 400 words, not much, the day is so, make the publisher distressed!


    I was able to get acquainted with such famous writers, completely because we have a common hobby ¡ª¡ª astronomy enthusiasts!


    Of course, the 500 times refraction telescope, which I only have for a few thousand dollars, is not comparable to Stevenson''s large telescope made from the National Astronomical Observatory. But there were few people of astronomy, high and few, and Stevenwas withdrawn, I almost became his only friend! I would never lose out with such a friend, so I got dressed, kissed my unhappy wife goodbye, and drove the Chevrolet on the road.


    Stevenson lived on a summit in the suburbs. On the one hand, he had enough money to buy such a villa, and astronomical observations needed clean places, which the heavily polluted city could not provide.


    Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.While driving, I thought just Stevenson called, although he is a strange man, but a rigorous eccentric, absolutely not boring to make late night phone harassment friends, must have his deep meaning! Pluto, the Roman god of meditation. What''s Pluto mean? So what happened, whether it was related to the demotion of Pluto from the nine planets that just happened a few years ago? That''s why I hurried over.


    I can''t guess, driving about half an hour, around the mountain road on the altitude of more than 600 meters of Stevenson villa ¡ª¡ª Stevenson home. When I got off the car and rang the doorbell, there was no response. I was secretly worried and at a loss, and then came another car, Stevenson''s personal doctor. I also asked him for my dental disease, and he was surprised at me and said, " Mr.Stevenson has asked for you, too?¡±


    I nodded and said, " He said a big thing on the phone. I felt very strange and came to have a look.¡±


    "The same is true with me!¡±


    I said, " Now the door is locked, don''t we climb in and see what happened!¡±


    We are both of us are rock climbers and often compete against each other. Now he took off his suit, climbed up the pipe to the second floor of the villa, and jumped onto the balcony.


    The French window of the balcony did not close at all, the green curtain called the mountain wind blowing into the ground fluttering, like wrapped in an invisible ghost. And the midnight blue moonlight peel off the curtain of the curtain into the villa, showing a unnatural human body on the ground, a "£¤" type horizontal on the ground. Under the deep moonlight, it feels particularly strange!


    "Oh!¡±


    This man and we are the Stevenson, whom we all know!


    Macbeth and I hurried through the French window and opened the curtains. Macbeth bent half to his knees, rested on the pulse of Stevenson''s neck, examined his pupils, shook his head in disappointment and said, " Dead! The cause of death is temporarily unknown! But he died in a very strange posture. This £¤ type, dead good strange......"


    I stared at Stevenson, his hands open, his head in a semicircle, his legs tightly together, but across a broom with a broken head.


    "No, this is not a £¤ -type......"


    I slowly said, pointing to the only open electrical appliances ¡ª¡ª computer in the room! At the moment, because there is no operation for a long time, the screen automatically enters the screen saver state, not flashing symbols.


    "This is the symbol of Pluto!¡±

 Beautiful woman is like poison

    Pluto, no matter when and where all represent death, and its symbol of stars with a reminder of the meaning! Close to the early morning, the mountains like rain, the composition of the Pluto symbol of Stevenson shrouded in a layer of indifference, and the demon moonlight through the mist, the suspicious until the terrible artistic conception finally fully show!


    The cell phone signal was terrible at 600 meters on the mountain. We tried to call the police with the phone in the villa. Fortunately, the phone was open and the scene was handed over to the police.


    The weird body, the death of the secret room, is a natural mystery novel, when the police came over, we first become the object of suspicion. But an autopsy revealed that Stevenson died at midnight from an unknown cause of death. The security video of the villa clearly recorded that we didn''t arrive until 1:30 a. m., when no one came.


    So I recorded the confession to go home to rest, was scolded by his wife, wry smile.


    I thought there would be nothing about me except the funeral for Stevenson. But the police found Stevenson in the villa''s safe, with all the property in two, several properties in the city to Macbeth, and the mountain villa, Stevenson House and all his works to me, and I went from a worthless third-rate writer to a billionaire. Similarly, Macbeth and I immediately became the highly suspected murder of the police, but there was no evidence.


    Stevenson''s parents were dead, he had no siblings or children, and his distant relatives were severed, so his funeral was held by Macbeth and me. He is known for his eccentric, with few close friends, no more people at the funeral, and only a few lamenting the lack of a cash cow publishers and readers who hear. The other is a malicious police officer, he is in charge of Stevenson''s case of criminal investigation captain Hardison.


    After he worshipped the dead, Hardison said slowly as we thanked him, " Come out, sooner or later. I will certainly find out the truth, and put the judgment of justice into your evil heart!¡±


    We ignored this.


    And another guest who gives us a headache but also a heart, she is Stevenson''s mistress!


    Stevenson was unmarried, and I had heard vaguely that he had a mistress living in the city below. Stevenson never hated interference in his personal life, until now when I first saw the woman, ¡ª¡ª Emily.


    Dressed in a dignified and serious black mourning clothes, her face wrapped under the black lace scarf, still can not hide the beauty of the national country. Long and white neck, high bridge of the nose, above the beautiful slightly frown. What was she worried about? This kind of woman I know, is not lamenting Stevenson''s death, more is in resentment! Not only did Stevenson not leave her a penny, but he even transferred the property she lived in to Macbeth. And the latter knows me very well that conservatives will never be soft on vulgar women. I heard that Macbeth had ordered Emily to get away for twenty-four hours, and not to take away the same things that belonged to the house. Even at this funeral, Macbeth and I reluctantly promised her to come over.


    The woman''s beautiful eyes with sadness and disappointment, hard to ask us: " Do you really leave nothing to me? Even if we do not have the name of husband and wife, there are husband and wife, at least leave something to do my memorial.¡±


    Macbeth said, " Sorry, there is no word about you in his will!¡±


    When the beauty turned into a bitch, pointed at us and cursed: " I know, Stevenson must be killed by you, you covet his property! The doctor invented a poison that he could not be found, and killed Stevenson. The writer forged the will, and then gave perjury together. You villains!¡±


    Then Hardison came to drag the woman away, not knowing what he had whispered in her ear, and the woman fell quiet, stared at us bitterly, and turned away.


    "This kind of woman is really shameless, relying on beauty to exploit men like parasites. It seems that Stevenson also saw through her true face, and deserved not to give him a penny!¡±


    This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    Macbeth said of Emily, I said lightly: " The hateful people must have pity, we don''t have to go too far. I plan to give her the villa under my name, but somehow she is Stevenson''s de facto lady.¡±


    Macbeth was very surprised and said for a long time, " Fortunately I know your character, otherwise I would think you would be fascinated by this fox!¡±


    When I was going to contact Emily the next day, she instead contacted me and said on the phone, "Mr.Sam, please, now only you can save me, please help me......"


    I quickly asked: " Take your time, what has happened!¡±


    The woman sobbed, and spoke it out off and on. Originally Hudson thought that Emily understand the situation, help solve the case, he took her back to help. Since the latter was almost homeless by Macbeth, Hardison temporarily placed her in his home. The next day, Emily got up in the morning last night to called for the homeowner who was sleeping in the study to avoid suspicion. With the door unlocked, she found Hardison lying on the table, screaming, prompting other neighbors to call the police.


    Hardison''s cause of death was almost identical to Stevenson''s, with no scars on his body and no toxic reactions in his body. Emily, originally Stevenson''s mistress and now living in Hardison''s home, immediately replaced us as the prime suspect and was arrested by the police.


    Emily, spoiled and miserable in prison, asked for help, after all, being a mistress is a shady business, she is not popular, and had to turn to two of Stevenson''s old friends for help. As you ably, Macbeth scoffed and thought he deserved it. I read Stevenson''s love and bail her out.


    When I left, the relevant person asked me, " Mr.Sam, we have retained part of the evidence taken from Stevenson''s House Villa. According to the law, we will return it to you now. Will you take it away now?¡±


    I nodded and put a cardboard box in the back car.


    Emily is homeless, so I can''t put her in my home, or my wife would be jealous. Stevenson''s house is ready to give her, so I drove Emily to the villa and said to her, " Live here for a while, if you need anything, call. If a woman answers the phone, you say it is the editor of xx magazine.¡±


    Emily''s pale and haggard cheeks flushed and said, " Please wait, thank me so hard to bail me out and send me to live here. Let me be at least make a cup of tea. But now give me a bath, okay?¡±


    I also wanted to ask her about Hardison''s death. The proximity to Stevenson''s death was really suspicious.


    After taking a bath, she was no doubt a very beautiful woman, her tall figure, her long, wet hair, rolling her up slightly; wet, wet, and shaken, with the woman''s breath because of a vacuum. At that time, the setting sun gradually sets, yu xia yao light, the earth has begun to sink into the dark silence, the woman''s back to the afterglow, the body dipped in water is flashed a trace of white clean, hair long song such as seaweed, and clothing water sticky skin, more line gives slender waist. It seems to be the beautiful sea demon just climbing out of the sea.


    She''s seducing me!


    If I would not be attracted to a beautiful woman, it is absolutely a big lie, but she misestimated my temperament.


    The woman stroked her wet hair, smiled, and asked, " What kind of tea does Mr.Sam like, black tea, jasmine tea?¡±


    "Not even yet. I have something to ask you about.that...... Hardison, he died very strange, almost like Stevenson, you are the last one to see him, please remember, what''s weird about him?¡±


    The biggest blow to women, especially beautiful women, is to ignore their beauty.


    The woman''s look faded down, and I quickly added: " No other meaning, it will also help you to clear away the suspicion.¡±


    "That man, he is a rather boring man!"Emily, speaking of Hardison, sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs," when I took me home, I was prepared. But he abandoned me in the bedroom and went into the study to study the evidence of solving the case. I''m so angry! I kindly made a cup of black tea for this man, but he ignored him, which was the last time I saw him alive.¡±


    "What was he doing then? Think about it!¡±


    "At that time... he held a stack of manuscripts, as if to say Mr.Steenson''s manuscript,......", written on the day he died


    Emily paused, her eyes shining and bright.


    The woman stood up and asked, " Do you need tea?¡±


    "No......"


    Blimey ~


    The towel wrapped around Emily suddenly fell off, instantly showing the perfect curve of Venus. The woman panic to close Duo, feet slip, accidentally pressed on my body, plump body tightly close to, attracting ready to move.


    "I have a family man! Don''t nonsense!¡±


    When I warned Emily, and she smiled. " I''m not one of these sluts. Sorry, change!¡±


    She wrapped her body in a towel and left the hall with her slender waist, looking back and smiling. Instead, I breathed a sigh of relief, the back of my hand, the forehead are fine beads of sweat.


    Married men are deeply experienced, women usually change clothes time four times longer than men, but this time Emily''s speed seems to be too slow, in anxiety about half an hour, I was slow to welcome the beautiful woman in the dress. Just an ordinary meeting, why is such a fanfare?


    Emily smiled, "I think it''s getting late. Let Mr.Sam stay tonight. I will go to clean up my room and call your wife later......"


    I was spooked, let the woman entangled, really can not stop, hurriedly stood up and refused: "No,I''ll go now!"


    Stumbling away, the woman giggling behind him.

 Book of death

    "Save me, save me,......"


    The woman''s low cry for help, the tone of fear, the call stopped.


    Late in the middle of the night, received a similar inexplicable phone call, this is already the second time. Stevenson was dead, and this time it was Emily. What''s wrong with her?


    When I remembered the woman''s beautiful face, my heart suddenly tightened.


    "Going out out again?¡±


    The wife complained bitterly.


    "Hey, the last time you went out, you got billions of dollars. You should celebrate it. Well, by the way, you call Macbeth for me and say I''ll go to Stevenson House, and if you can.¡±


    Although not happy to me, the wife or obediently get through the phone. In doing so, I fear that if Emily dies, then I could testify.


    Why do I think that Emily is definitely dead? Perhaps this was the subconscious discovery of Stevenson''s body, if not. I''d rather just be Emily''s boring prank, or a trick to lure me!


    I drove quickly to the villa, the original cheap Chevrolet had been changed, Mercedes Benz, more superior performance, saved a third than usual to get to Stevenson home, at the moment, Macbeth has not arrived, his home is farther away than my home. I anxiously raised my wrist to see the watch pointer, advanced to see it!


    I looked at the whole villa, only the bedroom position with the light, so open the door into, ran to the bedroom, gently pushed open the unlocked door, immediately sent a sigh of relief. In the ambiguous and dim light of the bedside lamp, Emily was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to me. Because of the refraction, I could not see her face reflected in the mirror, so she went to pat her shoulder and smiled, "You......"


    The woman, like an unsupported doll, collapsed, and her smile froze on my face, simultaneously with great dismay.


    On the ground, Emily''s hands spread open to face me, her facial expression seemed to be distorted by extreme horror, her eyes open to burst her eyes, blood dripping down from the corners of her eyes, die in grave!


    She died, just as I expected. What was going on?


    Trembling, I called the police, anxiously waiting for Macbeth, and seeing him again was the time to bail me out.


    Macbeth cursed: " I know that fox is not a good thing, dying to pull a mat back, see you, who let you do a good man, your wife is anxious to cry.¡±


    The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    I shook my head with a wry smile. Emily''s mysterious death made me a fierce suspect, and I was immediately summoned by the police, but the autopsy and security footage showed that Emily was dead before I arrived. Her cause of death was exactly the same as the first two dead, according to the forensic report, just like emptying all the contents stored in the brain, the same brain, but a formatted brain, which caused autonomic nerve disorders, cardiac arrest, and immediate death. Such a strange way of death, unheard of.


    Macbeth hit a shiver, lost his voice: " as if there is a ghost of the general, otherwise why these three people who have nothing to do with it?¡±


    "Sneaky say, after all, mysterious and mysterious, I always do not believe. Simple analysis of the last situation before their death, Stevenson, died after the call, Hardison is looking as evidence Stevenson, Emily was sitting in front of the dressing table, open the bedside lamp, no woman will makeup, before bed when she seems to be reading what..... "I paused, suddenly thought of a key, immediately rushed to his car, flipping, angrily closed the back cover, scold:" this woman, really put me a!¡±


    "Sheng old brother, how did that woman coax you? Don''t let your wife know!¡±


    I said angrily, " When I released Emily that day, I took back the Stevenson manuscript, which was placed at the police station as an exhibit. Stevenson, giving nothing to Emily, the woman was angry, I am afraid that if you sold Stevenson''s manuscript must be a lot of money! This woman will deliberately seduce me, take the opportunity to change clothes to steal from my carriage!rabbit!¡±


    Macbeth suddenly a zheng and said: " So all the clues can be connected! Stevenson died after writing the manuscript, and both Hardison and Emily died after reading it. In other words, this remaining manuscript is the murderer. Can a novel kill someone?! This is rather too magical!¡±


    I nodded and said, " I feel very strange, too! Legend of the world Hungarian composer Lulans Charles "Black Sunday" is a death song, listeners are all heartbroken, have committed suicide. I was curious so listened to, very ordinary, probably Chopin''s sorrow are more sad than it. Now there''s a killer novel, just look at it and see if it''s really amazing. Now the question is, where did the remaining manuscript go?¡±


    Macbeth asked, " Don''t you say that Emily stole the manuscript?¡±


    I shook my head and said, " When I passed by, although Emily kept a reading position, but I didn''t find any sign of the manuscript.¡±


    "Then there are only two possibilities. One is that you took them, but I believe you are not that, and there is someone who arrives earlier than you! Who is this?¡±


    Worried, Macbeth took out a plastic bottle out of his arms, poured out the pill and ate it. I see that medicine bottle to mark Latin P henothiazines, recently I am writing a mystery novel, I have checked similar information, this is the drug that treats mental illness!


    Seeing my differences, Macbeth said with a wry smile, " I have been too stressed recently and a little manic, so the psychiatrist advised me to take sedatives irregularly. I hope you don''t misunderstand me!¡±


    "of course not.¡±


    I said lightly.


    To find out if anyone came here before me, just check the security video. When contacted, they said someone had been there before me, but that the man knew the location of the security camera and hid in the corner. The police confirmed through footprints on the ground that someone had arrived before me. The man, who knew Stevenson well, visited not only the observatory, but at least Emily. He may be, Stevenson''s bookseller, wanted to buy the manuscript in Emily''s hand, but came in and found that Emily was dead, so he hurriedly took the manuscript away, and I happened to be a scapegoat!

 The killer

    "The bell!¡±


    When the bell rang again in the midnight, I opened my eyes and stared hesitantly at the phone. Every time I received such a call, it meant someone was disappointed and I felt a strange fear of it. But I still picked up the phone, I heard a man moan and rapid breathing, he was walking quickly, while calling the cell phone.


    "I can''t. They have to control me. Go, go!¡±


    The voice was, Macbeth, he looked very miserable, and I said quickly, " You endure, we will come here.¡±


    "No, it''s too late, that thing, I have spread out, the whole city will be destroyed, ha ha!¡±


    Macbeth suddenly had a wild laugh, and suddenly cut up, leaving only a buzzing sound.


    In my heart, what Macbeth wanted to warn me? It seemed like he was crazy. I turned on the TV, was playing emergency news, the host standing on an empty street, all over the ground are scraps of paper, she said trembling: " citizens, the city has a very terrible event. A strange man had just dropped countless leaflets from the top of the building, as long as he picked it up to look at it, it will be like medusa''s eyes, immediately killed. Now the government suspects that there is a terrible virus on it, please do not pick up it casually.¡±


    Suddenly a man jumped out, the hand of that a copy of paper, front to the host. The host took only one look and screamed, " No!¡±


    An amazing event happened, the man had not done anything to the host, just the copy to her. In an instant, the host flower looks pale, the whole person is frozen, as if the liquid hydrogen was frozen, and fell to the ground.


    The scene immediately chaos, the camera lens shook and moved away, always to the ground, I did not see the attack of the man''s cheeks, but clearly heard a burst of laughter: " die, die!ha-ha!¡±


    That was Macbeth!


    What happened, he only showed the host the copy, the latter suddenly dead, just like Stevenson''s murder manuscript. My heart thought, whether this manuscript fell into the hands of Macbeth!


    The live broadcast of the terrorist massacre caused panic throughout the city, but the government quickly took control of the situation and eliminated all copies of the killing. Police contacted several bizarre killings, immediately listed Macbeth as the first suspect. But he seemed to have disappeared. I was afraid that he knew me, maybe he might come to me, crazy people would do anything, he would kill me and my wife. However, should come will come, although I try to protect themselves, but a day out to drive, Macbeth suddenly broke in, holding a copy in his hand, drink: " immediately drive, or show you this thing, as long as look at, you will be killed! I believe you already know its power!¡±


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    I had to obey, following the Macbeth, to the observatory villa. I asked, " This thing is Stevenson''s murder manuscript? How did you get it!¡±


    Macbeth said anxiously, " Emily that bitch, said to sell me Stevenson''s manuscript for a million dollars. I didn''t want friends to fall into the hands of a bitch, so I drove up. But when she saw Emily, she found that she was dead, exactly the same way as the previous people had died. I was very afraid, grabbed the manuscript and left, and then a very terrible thing happened!¡±


    Mcpaused and suddenly roared: " This is terrible, unexpectedly, in this manuscript, there is a terrible demon!¡±


    He was incoherent, and the symptoms seemed to be trapped in schizophrenia. I had seen him take powerful sedatives before, but the medication could no longer control his mental state.


    "What''s going on?"I questioned.


    Mike murmured to himself, " You can''t feel the horror and the pain.¡±


    He sat down, began to calm down a little, and told me: " I don''t know how to describe it, but after I read this manuscript, I felt like my brain had been washed! For example, everyone''s brain is equivalent to a computer, what we think is software, and our brain software, mainly through the eyes, ears and other ways of input. But Stevenson''s manuscript, ¡ª¡ª"


    He shook a copy and shouted, " This is a virus, and it''s a destructive thinking virus. Just need to take a glance, it will enter the brain and format the whole brain in an instant, leaving nothing left!¡±


    It dawned on me. No wonder the medical examiner once said that Emily''s death was very strange, like a emptied brain.


    A manuscript, is it a thought virus? This statement is simply inconceivable, but a little thought, in fact, we human beings are not also making the thought virus? Spread widely through books and newspapers to influence others. For example, a "My Struggle", it poisoned how many people''s hearts! It''s just the first time.


    At the same time, I had doubts and asked, " So why are you nothing? Didn''t you seen it too?¡±


    Macbeth smiled wry: "that still have to please myself, I here" he pointed to his head, " not quite normal. To put it bluntly, I have a tendency towards schizophrenia. The terrible record in this manuscript is only useful to normal people, and I have no effect. Just like the virus under the Windows system, it cannot infect the Apple computer, because the Apple computer uses the Linux. The system is different. But they eventually affected me, and when my mind was normal, they began to influence me, doing something inexplicable, and when I went crazy, I was awake.¡±


    "So I face a madman right now."I said," I don''t care if you are crazy, you pull me over for what?¡±


    Macbeth said, " I want to know what is the purpose of the viruses that got into my mind, what they want to do, and where Stevenson got these strange things from. You and he have strange hobbies, must know what, tell me! The thought virus in my mind caused me to collapse, and they tried to take over my mind. You''ve seen it, what I''ve done before, what they forced me to do, trying to spread more ideas!¡±


    Macbeth suddenly jumped up and cried, " No, I began to control them, they are invading my mind again, ah!¡±


    Macbeth rolled on the ground and I was about to pick him up when Macbeth hit me in the nose and I didn''t know anything.

 Exotic magic

    For a long time, my mind woke up, the mouth is sticky, are the blood flowing out of the nose. I shook my head, feeling much better, so I got up, looked around, found that Macbeth is not here, not far from the study, but came the sound of the keyboard. I was suddenly alert, conveniently picked up a cloisonne vase, quietly lurking in the past.


    I went through the crack of the study door, and Macbeth sat in a chair next to a manuscript, and he kept typing, typing the words into his computer. Not good, once this murder manuscript is spread to the Internet, the horror of the thinking virus spread speed, will be more geometric level of crazy spread. I want to stop him!


    I opened the door, swung the vase and hit Macbeth on the back of the head. The vase broke clearly, Macbeth fell to the ground, but not dead, smiled to me: " too late, we have put half of the brothers to the Internet, will soon be all over the world, too late, ha ha!¡±


    He is no longer white, but possessed by a group of thought viruses. I lifted the monitor and hit him hard until I killed him.


    The next Stevenson''s manuscript was covered with Macbeth''s blood. I picked it up, and my curiosity rose, eager to open it for a look. But reason stopped me from being stupid. I gritted my teeth, found a cigarette lighter, and burned the murder manuscript. For it, several people had already died.


    I gasped back to the living room, looking at the empty place, feeling deeply, formerly the master of the place, not knowing where to find a strange thing, got into his mind, and finally it became.wait a minute!


    It suddenly occurred to me that when Stevenson died, he became a symbol of Pluto, whether it was related to Pluto? I hurried to his private telescope, large telescopes controlled by computers. I looked through the log in the computer, and as I guessed, Stevenson died on the day, the telescope aimed at Pluto!


    Did the demons come from Pluto?


    I trembled with excitement at my own discovery, and an uncontrollable curiosity controlled me, operating the computer, pointing the lens of the telescope at the angle Stevenson had observed that day. Despite the fear, I finally shook my eyes to the eyepiece, suddenly, a burst of strong light confused my brain, in a moment I understand clearly.


    If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Long, long ago, at the beginning of the solar system, an anti-solar system made of antimatter. Both solar systems began to produce life, but with the smaller mass of their stars, they quickly burned out and became a dead sun, orbiting the positive sun. So now scientists have found problems with the orbits of planets outside of Saturn, thinking that other large planets are actually an antimatter sun.


    Matatter solar system life produced early wisdom, but because of their sun burned, frozen up, they are eager to find a warm place to live, but now our solar system is positive material, cannot move, because once the positive and antimatter collision, will produce explosion, annihilation together.


    So this strange life evolves itself into a kind of mind, being dissolved into the ubiquitous light, based on Pluto, and sending it into the whole universe. Once a intelligent life sees this light, the information thinking immediately occupies their bodies. It was in this occasional situation that Stevenson was caught by this light and invaded the brain.


    But because the structure of the ordinary human brain cannot accommodate this thinking, the outcome is formatted. Only crazy and eccentric, can hold out longer. Stevenson, knew something was wrong and struggled to warn me, but it was too late. The kind of thinking that controlled his brain, forced him to write the murder manuscript, and then he died.


    After that, the manuscript has many people, without exception, ordinary people die upon contact, so that the thinking virus can not spread. Until he met Macbeth, he was half crazy, half normal, so the thinking virus controlled him to copy countless manuscripts and spread out. Macbeth sometimes woke up, regretted, and pulled me to investigate. But too late, the thinking virus, has been spread to the Internet!


    My eyes left the eyepiece, panting, I haven''t died? Miracle! Maybe deep down, I''m a super crazy. Anyway, the thinking virus did not infect me or kill me. I was probably one of the few immune people, and instead took a glimpse into their history and purpose.


    Now I, every day began to desperately write books hard. Since there are thinking virus, of course, there are killing thinking viruses. Those thinking viruses have spread on the Internet, if I want to stop it, it is to write out my idea, because I escaped the murder of thinking viruses is still alive, that my idea is anti-virus, with immunity. Perhaps you are reading a book, have been exposed to the thinking virus, because not complete and did not die, please do not be afraid, at the moment I am killing virus for you!