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Chapter 488 Chapter 486

Chapter 488 Chapter 486 · "I will always love you."

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

It’s been a while since I wrote a letter, and I still miss you so much.

In the past few days, the second group of colleagues passed through the black wall and came to our laboratory.

Human experiments are still at a stagnant stage. There are many people in the dome whose curse is on the verge of breaking out and are willing to cooperate with our experiments and have signed confidentiality agreements. But... none of them managed to save their lives in the end.

After their death, the curse spread from their bodies, contaminating the surrounding land, and we were forced to blow up one of the laboratories.

However, this way, the guys in the engineering team can get back to work. Foreman Kerry took a long break and finally had something to do, haha.

Our new batch of fruit was a bit rotten. I ate the remaining bananas and accidentally got them on the letter. What a sloppy man I am. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

The experiment continued, but it was at a standstill, and we were frustrated.

We used to think that this "curse" was a biological virus that could be cured. But now it appears to be more of a supernatural factor.

... Dr. Li didn't want to believe this, so he ran away and went crazy.

He has been away for three days and has never come back. We don't have the soul stone and can't search for him. We are sad and the atmosphere in the lab has been depressing.

...Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore.

Today, the cursed fire flower bloomed.

It is small, like a living fire. It dances in my hand, very beautiful.

I remember that my daughter is six years old this year. She should be very beautiful, just like you.

I remember her birthday, August 12th, is only two days away from your birthday. You are August 10th, and I am August 14th.

In the past, she always liked to pluck my beard, so I developed the habit of shaving. However, since entering the dome, I have shaved countless times, and the razor is also getting old, so it is time to replace it.

But this black wall can only be entered but cannot be exited. I can only wait for the next batch of colleagues who come in to send me some living supplies. I hope they will think of our lack of razors. 】

…

Su Mingan continued to read, and the next letter was still full of trivial words. The writer seems to be obsessed with writing poetry and often writes poems in his letters.

But even these gorgeous sentences cannot hide the increasingly obvious despair and sadness between the lines. The experimental situation has been stagnant, and the writer's mood has been deteriorating.

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

We did not control the intensity of the experiment.

…The curse breaks out between us.

Lao Zhang was infected with a curse and was about to die. He left here voluntarily.

Before leaving, he wrote all the experimental data he recorded on a slate, took off his protective clothing, wore single clothes, and left with his photos on the wall.

I watched him leave in the black mist, as if I could see his soul flying easily into the distance.

Lao Zhang's hometown is in the grassland, where there are flying eagles and galloping horses. I guess he should be an eagle soaring in the sky.

There are fewer and fewer people in the laboratory. Some people are crazy, and some people left after being infected with the curse. None of them chose to stay and drag us down.

Pingping, I don’t know what to say.

Let me read you a poem.

…

"One day I wrote her name on the beach,

Wash it off when the big waves come.

I wrote her name again,

The tide has made my hard work in vain.

‘Delusional person. ’ She said, ‘Why worry so much?

I want to make a mortal person immortal!’

'No,' I said, 'let the lowly ones plot their way to death,

But you will live forever by your good name.

Death can conquer the whole world,

Our love will last forever and our lives will never die. ’”

…

...Poetry is beautiful, right?

I remember that you liked poetry very much. When you read poetry, your whole person looked beautiful.

The people of Qiongdi said that we are a group of delusional people, and the curse cannot be eliminated. This is the fate they have been carrying for generations.

Kerry had a fight with them. He said, if even the saved people in the sky are not willing to accept it, then what are we saving?

However, we are ‘saviors’ and must be more tolerant of the ‘saved’. I just hope that the pain of the Skylanders can be acknowledged.

They are not monsters, they are just like us, just people living in different places.

By saving them, I am also eliminating hidden dangers that may affect our world.

…

But now that I am writing and writing, I am still very sad.

My hands are still empty.

I miss you. 】

…

After that, there were still pages and pages of letters.

But the writer's mood is getting worse.

He no longer records the occasional hot pot meal, the newly obtained razor, or the detailed process of the experiment. His despair is like a volcano on the verge of erupting, and his sad emotions flow between the increasingly scrawled words, which makes people watch. Somewhat suffocating.

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

Disaster breaks out.

Our resistance is much worse than that of the Domelanders. When the black fog at night began to penetrate into some laboratories, we were unable to resist.

Many people died.

I miss you. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

The experimental situation is still stagnant, and more and more experimental subjects are dying in pain. Seeing their eyes before death, I always feel that those of us who cannot save them are all sinners.

I watched a little girl die before my eyes. Her hands were pressed against the glass of the purification cabin, her body melted, and her blood spread all over the floor.

Our daughter should be about the same age as her now. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

When I woke up this morning, I saw that photo wall, and there were fewer and fewer photos.

Everyone who died would sleep peacefully holding their own photos. I looked at the increasingly empty walls and felt empty in my heart.

While digging for new experimental soil, a cursed creature bit Kerry, and he said this morning that he would share the canned beef he had been stockpiling for a year to satisfy his craving for food tonight.

We said goodbye to him.

He left holding his can of beef. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

The laboratory was lifeless, and some colleagues had begun to fall asleep for a long time. I understand them. People can easily go crazy if they fail day after day in such a dark place.

But I'm not crazy yet because I miss you every day.

My beard has grown a bit. Let me read you another poem. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

A new batch of colleagues came and told us that the plan had changed, our experiment was terminated, and we could go back.

I asked about the content of their new plan, which is called the "God-Creation Plan." It seems to have been practiced for two hundred years ago, with breakthroughs in recent years.

The content of the plan seems to be to forge oracles in the sky, hold fratricidal competitions, and arouse people's emotions in order to create a god named "Bai Shen".

I don't understand what the people above are doing, but it has nothing to do with me.

Over the years, I have written hundreds of letters to you. Although these letters cannot be delivered to you, I have glued them together one by one and put them in a cardboard box under the bed. When I go back with this box of cardboard, we can read it from the beginning together.

If... I can still go back.

A natural disaster broke out in the sky, and we were stuck in the laboratory. 】

…

The situation described in the letter gradually began to take a turn for the worse.

The writer began to use complex poetry to cover his messy thoughts and emotions.

By the end, his ink was getting lighter and his sentences were getting shorter.

He just keeps repeating in various ways,

…

"Pingping, I miss you so much."

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

Qiongdi fell into a period of natural disaster very early. The volcano erupted and we couldn't get out. The ground was covered with hot soil and high temperature.

I'm a little hungry. The next batch of people hasn't come yet, and our supplies are getting scarcer. Now I only eat one steamed bun a day and sleep under the quilt the rest of the time, which will make me feel better.

I made up a new poem and read it to you. I hope you like it. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

Dr. Mark Wynn died today.

He died of illness and a high fever. We had no fever reducers here, wet towels were of no use, and he passed away in his bed, holding a picture of his wife. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

There seems to be something wrong with my eyes today. I can't see clearly in your photo.

But fortunately, I can still clearly see the blue sea and the bright red rose you gave me.

It doesn't matter, I remember your appearance, it doesn't matter if I can't see you anymore.

The laboratory was very quiet. We were all too hungry. The leather sofa had been chewed up, leaving only a layer of cloth. Haha, it wasn’t my turn. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

My body is getting weaker and weaker and I haven't eaten for too long.

I can hardly walk anymore.

Dr. Charlie is dead. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

The photo wall gradually became empty.

Captain Carl is dead.

I didn't want to hear anything, even my heartbeat and breathing felt noisy. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

The cursed fire flower is beautiful. It has bloomed for more than ten years and has not withered. I wrapped it around my wrist.

We don’t plan to die on the laboratory bed. The next batch of colleagues may come over and our bodies will pollute the laboratory environment.

We planned to die in the underground passages so that the dirt would also cover the bodies.

I sent away frail old Zach next door and he died in the underpass. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

My beard now looks like a homeless man under a bridge. I even want to eat toothpaste. 】

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

My body is getting weaker...I may have to go to the underground passage.

I remembered the first time I buried the body of a colleague with soil more than ten years ago.

At that time, I probably didn't expect that I would die so late, in an underground passage, and there would be no one to bury me.

I miss your mapo tofu, Pingping. 】

…

Su Mingan continued to read.

Behind them are messages about the letter writer's colleagues, who died one after another.

The last page is a short text with very light ink.

…

[Pingping:

There is still no end in sight for the natural disaster.

I'm dying, I... have to go to the underground passage.

But how much I hope that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, I will be on my way home.

Willow, lilac, and evening breeze.

I want to take the cardboard box and photos with you, who is 48 years old, and my daughter, who is 23 years old, and watch the beautiful spring day.

The spring outside must be beautiful, with warm spring breeze and blooming flowers. I haven't seen spring in many years. The four seasons in the sky are very extreme and the air is not good. You must have spent many wonderful springs there, right?

What does our daughter look like now? Her hair must be like yours, dark and silky. Her eyes should be very similar to mine, they have been since childhood, big and very energetic.

I still remember the way you wore braids. In the past few years, you must have bought many new clothes. I still remember that you looked very handsome in work clothes, but you also looked beautiful in skirts.

...I am so, so eager to meet you.

My love for you is more permanent than diamonds and stronger than rock.

My heart fills me with secret joy when I think of you, my wife.

No.

My widow.

…

Don't feel bad, I don't regret coming here.

Pingping.

I will go against my nature, against my instincts, and love you forever.

…

——Zhao Weidong’s posthumous writings in the winter in Qiongdi]

…

Su Mingan closed the letter.

Through this family letter, he already knew what happened here.

Beyond the black wall, there is indeed a modern world with advanced technology.

Researchers like Zhao Weidong came in from the outside world and tried to eliminate the curse of the Qiongdi people. But unfortunately, they failed and the experiment was terminated. They even encountered a natural disaster before leaving and were trapped and died here.

People in the outside world also deliberately forged the existence of the "Hundred Gods", forged the oracles of the Hundred Gods, and held hundreds of wars in the sky.

As long as you deliberately lie that "among a hundred people, the last person who survives can leave the cursed place", you can cause the people of the sky to fight among themselves, eliminate the overly powerful people of the sky, and then kill the final winner of each session. Silence.

Outsiders also want the gods to truly come so that they can gain their power and remove the curse from the sky.

Five years ago, as they wished, driven by strong faith and emotion, Baishen truly came.

But He soon turned into a barrier against the curse of the sky and died, leaving only three major powers.

The curse has not disappeared, the black wall has not collapsed, and the Hundred-Man War is still going on. And outsiders are looking forward to the next coming of Baishen.

It's a never-ending wait.

This is a war that cannot be ended.

Su Mingan only felt ironic.

The people of the Dome built their own cages and took the initiative to erect the black wall to seal the curse within the Dome so as not to harm the outside world.

But the people in the outside world deliberately took advantage of the ignorance of the people in the sky to instigate a cruel war of a hundred people and carry out religious rule.

The malice in the blood has never been curbed, and the good intentions have not been rewarded.

Su Mingan stood up, walked out of the room, and suddenly saw the empty photo wall.

The photo wall, which could accommodate a hundred people, only had four photos left. They hang empty on the wall, coexisting with hundreds of dangling nails.

He suddenly remembered what Zhao Weidong said on the letter.

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[The people of Qiongdi say that the curse cannot be eliminated, and this is the fate they have been carrying for generations. 】

[But we are the ‘saviors’, and we must be more tolerant of the ‘saved’. 】

[I just hope that the pain of the Qiongdi people can be faced squarely. They are not monsters, they are just like us, just people living in different places. 】

…

Siboer once said that they were the party to "save". It was they who built their own black wall to isolate the curse, so that the outside world was not polluted.

And Zhao Weidong said that they are the ones who "rescue". They were trying to shape the gods and eliminate the curse, and then they came here on their own initiative, enduring decades of loneliness and researching a plan to cure the people of the Sky.

Su Mingan stood there.

He thought of the corpses he had just passed by, holding photos in their arms.

Those are the corpses of outsiders.

...They didn't have to die in the sky.

Outsiders don't seem to be entirely evil.

They are also "rescuing".

Although the results were unsatisfactory.

Although only death and tragedy are left.

He left through the small door in the corner.

The moment he pushed the door open, he discovered a corpse with flowers wrapped around its wrists.

It was lying in the dirt, its posture was not painful, its head was turned toward the ground above, as if it was looking into the distance.

The white coat and work badge on the corpse had been rotted by the soil, leaving only a bright red cursed fire flower on the wrist.