Chapter 1: Snow Demon Black Hole

  Tibet's Ali, the majestic Himalayas, the sky is filled with snow like shredded cotton, swirling down in chaotic clumps. On the mountain road covered in white snow, a truck crawls slowly like a snail, solitary and struggling to move forward in the vast snowy landscape.

  In the truck, Yang Qiuchi sat in the front passenger seat, one hand tightly grasping the door handle, looking at the steep mountain road covered with white snow, feeling a bit tense. From the side window, he gazed out at the sky above the cliff, where dark clouds floated out with disordered snowflakes, tumbling down to the outside of the highway cliff. He forced a smile: "Didn't the TV forecast say yesterday that today's weather would be fine? How come it suddenly started snowing heavily, and it's already been half a day?"

  The driver was a Tibetan youth, and his Mandarin was quite fluent: "You don't know this, do you? The sky on the grasslands is like a child's face - it changes as soon as you say it does. Can you count on what that little girl says on TV?" He turned around, his face full of excitement: "Hey! Tell me those jokes again, would you?"

  Yang Qiuchi is a forensic doctor in the public security bureau of a certain city, and has only been working for a few years since graduating. As a forensic doctor, he spends his days dealing with all sorts of strange and bizarre corpses. It's really gotten to the point where Yang Qiuchi is fed up. The most frustrating thing is when he tries to date girls - as soon as they hear about his profession, they usually react as if they've seen a monster, forcing a smile and saying: "You're so brave, I really admire you... but I think we're not very compatible..." So until now, he's still single. Several times he has applied to the leadership to change jobs, but each time it was rejected because there was no one to take over his position.

  At the beginning, when choosing a major in medical school, who knew that my brain had a short circuit and I chose forensic medicine. Looking at my classmates who entered medical university with me back then, many of them have become well-known clinical doctors, but only I am still rolling around in piles of dead bodies every day. Thinking about it now, I really regret it.

  This time, the unit had a Tibet aid task, to help Ali Prefecture Public Security Bureau in Tibet establish a standardized forensic room and be responsible for training local forensic doctors. Others were afraid of high altitude reactions and didn't want to go, but Yang Qiuchuan wanted to get out and take a breath, see the mysterious blue sky and white clouds of Tibet, so he volunteered and immediately got approved. He brought the full set of aid-to-Tibet forensic equipment on a plane to Lhasa Gongga Airport in Tibet. A large truck sent by Ali Prefecture Public Security Bureau was already waiting at Lhasa airport, after loading the equipment, the truck headed west into the vast Ali grassland.

  The car had been driving on the vast grassland for two days, and they had hardly met any other cars along the way. The Tibetan driver sent by Ali Public Security Bureau told a few dirty jokes to alleviate the boredom. Yang Qiuchi also chimed in with a few more, making the driver laugh loudly and repeatedly ask Yang Qiuchi to tell more. For Yang Qiuchi, such jokes were child's play. He often visited adult websites when he had nothing better to do and had seen countless dirty jokes online. In the back compartment of the car, there was a aluminum cabinet with Yang Qiuchi's laptop inside, which was full of dirty pictures and other things that he had downloaded from the internet. If the driver were to see them, who knows how surprised he would be.

  But now Yang Qiuchi has no mind to tell yellow jokes, the road conditions are so complicated, the sky is even more gloomy, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, what else can he think of saying these things.

  Seeing Yang Qiuchi's tense appearance, the driver couldn't help but chuckle, but he also didn't dare to be careless. He concentrated on driving for a while, feeling very uncomfortable in his stomach. He held onto the steering wheel with one hand and covered his belly with the other, mumbling unclearly for two sentences. Slowly, he pulled over to the side of the road, furrowed his brow, and smiled bitterly: "My stomach hurts so badly, damn it, it must be that unclean meat noodle soup I had at that small broken-down inn this morning." After speaking, he took off the armed holster from his waist and threw it onto the seat, grabbed a few tissues, opened the door, got out of the car, and ran to the back of the truck to relieve himself.

  Yang Qiuchi glanced at the pistol on the armed belt, and from the exposed part of the gun holster, he knew that it was a domestically-made Type 77 pistol. This type of pistol can be loaded with one hand, and loading only requires tightening the trigger guard by pressing the finger, which is very useful when one hand is injured. There was also a delicate small dagger hanging on the armed belt, which seemed to be used by this Tibetan master when eating beef and mutton.

  Although the air conditioner was on in the car, Yang Qiuchi still felt a bit cold. He took out a tiny digital camera the size of a cigarette box from his pocket and prepared to take a few shots of the snowy scene, although the gloomy sky and chaotic snowflakes didn't make for much beauty.

  Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi heard a shrill whistling sound like tearing fabric, and when he looked out, he only saw that the wind outside had increased several times in an instant, mixed with dark snow, like strange long snakes, passing through the distant mountain pass, screaming towards the truck.

  The whole truck shook violently, like a small boat in a torrent.

  Yang Qiuchi threw down the digital camera, rushed to the car door, struggled to open it, and stuck his head out: "Hey! Get in the car quickly, it's dangerous!"

  The Tibetan driver had stood up, one hand holding his pants and the other stretching forward, taking difficult steps towards the truck in the strong wind. Just as he was about to touch the back of the truck, the fierce wind suddenly strengthened, blowing the front of the truck upwards like a warhorse standing on its hind legs, then sliding backwards. The wind was so strong that the car door seemed to be slapped shut by an invisible giant hand, slamming shut with a loud bang, almost crushing Yang Qiuchi's head.

  Just as Yang Qiuchi ducked, he saw the Tibetan driver flying into the air, like scattered cigarette ash blown away by the wind, his hands waving wildly, quickly becoming a small black dot that fell far down to the bottom of the cliff.

  He was blown away by the strong wind! Such a high cliff, he must have been smashed to pieces! Yang Qiuchuan thought wildly in his heart, just now they were still laughing and talking, now they are already lying dead at the foot of the cliff! Will I die? The strong wind howled, the truck creaked and continued to slide towards the edge of the cliff, the dark cliff was bottomless. Yang Qiuchuan felt an unprecedented huge fear, stretched out his hand tightly grasping the steering wheel: "It's all over, this time it's all over, I haven't even gotten married yet!"

  Suddenly, the truck stopped sliding down, and the strong wind also disappeared instantly. The outside was eerily quiet. But this silence made Yang Qiuchi even more fearful. As a clinical graduate of Medical University, he had seen many patients' final moments during his internship, where they would experience a brief moment of clarity before death, often a sign that death was approaching.

  A flash of light flashed by, illuminating the bright and spacious driver's cabin. In the distance, a colorful vortex appeared at the grayish-white mountain pass, which turned into a huge funnel in the blink of an eye, like a black hole-like giant mouth, sucking everything on the ground into its mouth.

  The strong wind rose again, and a huge truck was lifted up as if it were weightless, spinning in mid-air for several rounds before plunging into the massive black mouth.

  A swirling mass of black, gray and white eddies surrounded Yang Qiuchang, snowflakes and stones spinning around him. Yang Qiuchang felt that at some point he had left the truck and was drifting beside it. He saw with wonder that there was a person in the driver's cab, his head crashing wildly about inside, blood splashing everywhere.

  The man turned his head around, and Yang Qiuchuan finally saw clearly that the person in the driver's cabin was actually himself!

  Has one's own soul already left the body? Has one already died? Death is actually so simple, there is no pain. If I had known that death was this easy, then there would be no need to fear it.

  The vortex spun faster and faster, Yang Qiuchu saw himself in the driver's cab, smashing through the windshield with his head, flying out, rapidly soaring upwards, disappearing into the depths of the funnel.

  Yang Qiuchuan was still floating around the truck, as light as a feather. At this time, the funnel suddenly turned its head and spat out everything in his stomach. Yang Qiuchuan and the truck were originally flying upwards, but now they became falling downwards. His hands grabbed randomly, and his consciousness gradually lost.

  Just as Yang Qiuchi's consciousness was slowly fading away, he saw a person lying between two shiny jade belts, with bright red blood all around their body. Yang Qiuchi felt himself lightly floating towards the person, and then everything fell into darkness.

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