"I was lying on the oversized wedding dress, crying at the door of the post office and fainted." Ilena raised her head, her eyes drifted far and far, "When I woke up, I thought this was what war can do. Brought me the darkest moment."

"Everything later tells me that it's far more than that."

Jelena raised her hand, wiped her tears with the palm of her hand, took a deep breath, and continued to say "Later, I didn’t contact Alex for a while, until I heard someone say that the commander of that war was dispatched a lot. A lot of tanks and artillery went past and our town was transported to the front line."

"I realized that a big battle was about to begin. I wrote to Alex again, trying to make sure of his safety and trying to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous battle."

Jelena covers her face with her wrinkled hands, her voice is hoarse

"I waited for a long time, staying anxiously by the post office day and night, but still did not receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war."

"That's one, one"

Her voice suddenly intermittently, like an unbelievable name.

Bai Liu continued to look for the letter while listening to Elena's words. He once again saw the letter from Alex to Elena.

This is a very long, very long letter, a family letter with funeral arrangements, and a desperate suicide note.

For Jelena

I shouldn't have written this letter to you. I thought and thought about it. It seems that apart from you, I don't have anyone else who can explain the funeral with peace of mind.

It’s amazing to say, Irina, little girl, I have never seen you, but you and I enjoy a nominal unmarried couple relationship. I experienced the death of my favorite person together and spent the most difficult time with my parents. Years.

If it is not accidental, then you have to witness my death.

You have gone through all the major events in my life, but I have not seen you once with my own eyes. I have always rejected your existence. In the end, I have to tell you the most important thing about me before I die to the most familiar stranger. It is really true. Selfish and selfish.

There is no way, you are the only person I ask to die without feeling guilty.

I said that my death will not make you too sad, it will only make you completely free from this marriage relationship that shouldn't exist.

Only with you can I realize that my death may be a good thing for someone, and I can walk more easily.

Next, I will confess to you all the mistakes I made in my life.

I've been trying to save everyone around me all my life, and in the end no one has saved a fool.

I invented a potion that can freeze death. Everyone rushed to death without saying hello in advance, saying, Hey, Alex, I'm going to die, remember to freeze my death.

I had no choice but to cover their bleeding wounds, crying and crying and begging them to stay for even a second, and finally limply back their bodies back, and sat sluggishly until dawn to welcome the next round of death.

The Reaper Lake named Pluto must have thought I was trying to prevent it from descending on the earth, funny and funny.

I constantly, constantly, madly trying to improve my potion, no matter how I slow down their death, death will eventually come. All I have done is to make them suffer a little longer before death.

They pained to the extreme, and when they were desperate to the extreme, they would quietly ask me with tears, and let me let them die easily.

Because even if they survive, they are likely to die in the next round of offensive and defensive battles.

Sometimes I ask myself, if I selfishly want to keep this group of people alive and tortured in this war, is it more cruel than letting them die.

Am i wrong

Irina, I have never wanted to reply to your letter because I cannot face the ubiquitous name Guy in your letter.

Guy did not die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used the sweeps to secretly transport his "corpse" to my pharmacy laboratory.

I tried my best to save him. He miraculously woke up. I swear that when I saw him open his eyes, for a moment even the evil **** wanted to thank him.

No matter which **** it is, thank him for sending Guy back to me.

I want you to confess that my medicine originally didn't have such a strong effect. My experiments in this place are limited, and I can't get enough experimental supplies like those on a university campus. I can only use some locally produced experimental medicines as materials.

Most of the experimental reagents are of poor quality, which led to the failure of the experiment. There is a strange thing that exerts a magical effect and that is a kind of strange paint.

This paint is used by the indigenous people here to apply to the gods of the evil god. It has a combustible oil-like texture. When I lacked oily solvents, my superiors searched a half-pot of this red color on a captured indigenous person. The paint came, and the oily solvent used as a substitute was sent to my laboratory.

Although this thing looks sticky and weird, like human blood after the oil has melted, I don't have more choices.

It was the medicine that had been added with this kind of paint, and it produced an incredible change. It made Guy, who had been in my laboratory's heart stopped for half a minute, come back to life.

I couldn't believe what I saw, and even felt that my desire to resurrect Guy was too strong, which created the illusion of self-deception.

It is true that Gay is getting better day by day. In other words, it is not accurate to describe his entire recovery process as getting better. Combined with my clinical microscope observation, I can say that you will definitely think I am crazy.

Time on Guy is turning backwards.

His shed skin reattached, his broken bones healed again, and even the nail hair that grew after death was shortened back.

This is not something that humans can do at all. This is the category of God, and even God has no such ability.

When I arrived here, I knew that the reason for these ignorant and ugly indigenous people to initiate war turned out to be the so-called Cthulhu oracle, and I hated the so-called Heretic God.

And for a long time, I have always used this evil **** to be these indigenous fabrications to explain things that I can't understand, and as a symbol of anger that is not sent, it is an illusory, evil image.

When Guy sat up again, opened his eyes, smiled and asked me confusedly how I was in your laboratory, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.

If this is a masterpiece of the Cthulhu, then I can understand why those indigenous people will be crazy because of the Cthulhu.

Guy who woke up had forgotten all the sneak attacks on innocent villages that had happened in the past seven days, killing children and women in the neutral zone, and was shot dead after the mutiny.

All in all, he can't remember anything.

I carefully hid him in the laboratory, almost anxiously waiting for the war to come. Before the war came, Guy was a recruit who came to clean the laboratory and got the information he wanted.

He said what had happened in the past seven days, and the commander of Yedao must summon enough artillery fire to launch a final battle to destroy all the indigenous people in the indigenous habitats and all the neutral areas around which the indigenous people may escape.

Although these neutral areas did not participate in the war from the beginning to the end, and most of them were women and children, the commander felt that to kill these indigenous people with despicable beliefs, they should not be left with any opportunity to reproduce and share resources together.

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You can predict what Guy will do.

Guy went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After the failure, he was bombarded with hundreds of guns into a shooting board full of holes, and burned to ashes by a fire gun.

When I rushed to the scene, there was nothing left.

The soldier at my guard said that I would be on duty for him, and then it would be logical to stand alone at the place where Guy was burnt to death all night and let the tears slip numbly in the dark.

Jelena, did you tell me what I saw that night?

I saw the sturdy artillery of the child's waist continuously being brought here, the cold tanks, the soldiers ready to go, and the crowd with blood-colored anger, fear, or greedy eyes.

At that moment, I realized that no matter how powerful a potion I invented, I couldn't save anyone in this war.

Those who want to kill others will kill, and those who don't want to kill will avoid death because they don't want to kill.

Between this kind of people, there seems to be a natural food chain that will never stop running.

Even the ability to come back to life and reverse time seems to be unable to change any outcome in this war.

I filled out the form to sign up for the assault team. I want to go deep into the rain forest to meet the evil **** who gave me the ability to realize my desire

Ask him what he wants in order to give everyone a surviving ending in this war.

, I am willing to pay everything.

Irina, if I don’t come back after this big battle, please forgive me for selfishly entrusting my parents to you. Please take care of them until you reach adulthood and pursue your own life.

Alex.

"This is the last letter I received from Alex." Irina whispered in a trance, "the next day, the war broke out."

"I can't forget the battle until now. The artillery blasted even the ground of the small town where I lived. The walls were shattered with dust, the plates and wine glasses were broken, and the planes hovered everywhere outside the window. Everyone was scared. Huddled at home, I hid under the bed, and I could see the flames flickering in the distance."

Irina remained silent for a few seconds. "The artillery fire lasted all day. On the evening of the first day, the storage area of ​​the small town where soldiers were stationed was attacked by indigenous people. Those indigenous people were sprinkled with a magical red paint on it, which finally triggered an incident. It was a huge explosion."

"After the explosion subsided, the rainforest in the small town that was blown through has been silent. It was not until half a month later that someone came to take over." Irina looked at Bai Liu, "You said you are Alex's comrade-in-arms. Possible thing."

"Because there were no survivors in that war."

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