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.

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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!