[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

It's been a long time since I wrote a letter, and I still miss you very much.

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

The human experiment is still in a stagnant stage, and there are many people who are on the verge of an outbreak of the curse willing to cooperate with our experiment, and also signed a non-disclosure agreement. But they... none of them managed to save their lives in the end.

After they died, the curse spread from them, polluting the surrounding land, and we were forced to blow up one of the labs.

However, in this way, the guys in the engineering team can start working. Foreman Kerry has taken a long rest and finally has something to do, haha. .

Our new batch of fruit was a little rotten and I ate the leftover bananas and accidentally got it on the letter, what a sloppy man I am. 】

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

The experiment continues, but it's been stalled, and we're all frustrated.

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

...Dr. Lee didn't want to believe it, he ran away, went mad.

He has been gone for three days and has not come back. We have no soul stone to search for him. We are sad, the atmosphere in the lab has been depressing.

...well, let's stop talking about that.

Today, the flower of the curse fire is blooming.

It's small, like a living fire, it dances in my hand, very beautiful.

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

I remember her birthday, August 12, is only two days away from yours, you are August 10 and I am August 14.

In the past, she always liked to pluck my beard, and I developed the habit of shaving. However, since I entered the dome, I have shaved my beard countless times, and the razor has aged a bit, so it's time to change it.

But this black wall can only go in and can't go out. I can only wait for the next batch of colleagues who come in to send me some living materials. I hope they can think of our lack of razors. 】

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Su Mingan continued to read, and the next letter was still trivial words. Letter writers seem to be obsessed with writing poetry and often write poems on their letters.

But even these flamboyant sentences could not hide the increasingly evident despair and sadness between the lines, the situation of the experiment has been stagnant, and the mood of the writer has been deteriorating.

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

We didn't control the intensity of the experiment.

...the curse broke out between us.

Lao Zhang was infected with a curse, he was dying, and he left here voluntarily.

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

I watched him go away in the dark mist, as if to see his soul flying easily into the distance.

Lao Zhang's hometown is in the grassland, 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 lab, some people go crazy, some people leave after contracting the curse, and none of them choose to stay and drag us down.

Pingping, I don't know what to say.

Let me read you a poem.

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"One day, I wrote her name on the beach,

Wash it off when the big waves come.

I write her name again,

The tide made my hard work in vain.

'Delusional ones. ' she said, 'why worry about it,

I want to make a mortal man immortal!'

'No,' said I, 'let lowly things plot the way of death,

But you will live forever by your good name.

Death can conquer the whole world,

Our love will endure and life will never die. ’”

…

…poetry is beautiful, right?

I remember that you like poetry very much. When you read poetry, you are very 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 bear from generation to generation.

Kerry got into a fight with them. He said, if even the rescued people in the sky are unwilling to accept it, then what are we still saving?

However, we are "saviors", and we must be more tolerant to the "saved". I just hope that the pain of Qiongdi people can be faced squarely.

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

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

…

But I am writing, writing, and still sad.

My hands are still empty.

I miss you. 】

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After that, it was page after page of letters.

But the mood of the letter writers is getting worse.

He no longer records the occasional hot pot, the newly obtained razor, and the process of the experiment in detail. His despair is like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and his sad emotions flow between the lines that are more and more scribbled, making people watch Some suffocation.

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[Pingping:

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Disaster struck.

Our resistance is much worse than that of the Vaulted People. When the dark fog of the night began to penetrate into some laboratories, we were powerless to resist.

Many people died.

I miss you. 】

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

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

I watched a little girl die before my eyes, her hands against the glass of the purification chamber, her body melted and her blood spilled.

Our daughter should be about her age now. 】

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[Pingping:

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I got up this morning and saw that photo wall, the photos are getting less and less.

Every dead person will sleep with their respective photos in their arms. I look at the increasingly empty wall, and my heart is empty.

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

We bid him farewell.

He left with his can of beef. 】

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[Pingping:

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The laboratory is dead, and some colleagues have begun to fall into a long sleep. I understand them, failing day in and day out in such a dark place, it's easy to go crazy.

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

My beard is getting a little longer. Let me read another poem for you. 】

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

A new batch of colleagues came, and they 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, it's called the "God-making Plan". It seems to have been practiced two hundred years ago, with breakthroughs in recent years.

The content of the plan seems to be to forge oracles in the dome, hold competitions of cannibalism, arouse people's emotions, and shape a **** named "Bai Shen".

I don't understand what the upper echelons are doing, but it's none of my business.

Over the years, I have written hundreds of letters to you. Although these letters cannot be delivered to your hands, I have glued them one by one and put them in the cardboard box under the bed. When I get back with this box of cartons, we can start over together.

If... I can go back.

The natural disaster of the dome broke out, and we were blocked in the laboratory. 】

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

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

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

He was just, in various ways, constantly, constantly repeating,

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"Pingping, I miss you so much."

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[Pingping:

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The dome fell into a natural disaster period very early, the volcano erupted, we couldn't go out, and the ground was full of scalding soil and high temperature.

I am a little hungry, the next batch of personnel has not come, 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 be better.

Gu </span> I made up a new poem and read it to you, I hope you like it. 】

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[Pingping:

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Dr. Mark Win died today.

He was dead and had a high fever. We've run out of antipyretics here, wet towels didn't help, he died in his bed holding a picture of his wife. 】

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[Pingping:

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There seems to be something wrong with my eyes today, I can't see what you look like in your photo.

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

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

It was very quiet in the laboratory, we were all so hungry, the leather sofas were all eaten, and only one layer of cloth was left, haha, it was not my turn. 】

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[Pingping:

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

I can hardly walk.

Dr. Charlie is dead. 】

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[Pingping:

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The photo wall was gradually empty.

Captain Carl is dead.

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

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

The flower of the mantra fire is very beautiful. It has not withered for more than ten years. I wrapped it around my wrist.

We do not intend to die on the bed in the laboratory, the next batch of colleagues may come over, and our bodies will contaminate the environment of the laboratory.

We're going to die in the underpass so the dirt will also cover the body.

I sent off the frail old Zach next door, who died in the underpass. 】

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[Pingping:

Spread the letter good.

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

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[Pingping:

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I'm getting weaker and weaker... I might be going to the underpass.

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

At that time, I probably did not expect that I would die so late, in the underground passage, without anyone who buried me.

I miss your mapo tofu, Pingping. 】

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Su Mingan continued to read.

It was followed by the colleagues of the writer, dead message after message.

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

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[Pingping:

The natural disaster still shows no signs of ending.

I'm dying, I'm... going to the underpass.

But how much I hope that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, it is the way home.

Wicker, lilac, and evening breeze.

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

My love for you is more lasting than diamonds, stronger than rock.

The thought of you fills my heart with secret joy, my wife.

No.

my widow.

…

I don't regret coming here.

Ping Ping.

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

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- Zhao Weidong's legacy in the winter in the sky]

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Su Mingan closed the letter.

Through this family book, 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, trying to remove the curse of the Qiongdi people. But unfortunately, they failed, the experiment was terminated, and they even encountered a natural disaster before leaving and were trapped here.

People in the outside world also deliberately forged the existence of "Bai Shen", forged the oracle of Bai Shen, and held a war of one hundred people in the sky.

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

Outsiders also want the gods to really come, so that they can obtain the power of the gods and remove the curse of the sky.

Five years ago, as they wished, due to strong beliefs and emotions, Bai Shen really came.

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

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 an unstoppable war.

Su Mingan only found it ironic.

Qiongdi people set up their own cages and took the initiative to erect a black wall to seal the curse within the dome, so as not to harm the outside world.

The people in the outside world, however, deliberately used the ignorance of the Qiongdi people to instigate a cruel war of a hundred people to rule by faith.

The malice in the blood has never been curbed, and the kindness has not been rewarded.

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

There are only four photos left in the photo wall that can accommodate a hundred people. They hang empty on the wall, coexisting with hundreds of hanging nails.

He suddenly remembered the words on Zhao Weidong's letter. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

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[The people of Qiongdi said that the curse cannot be eliminated, and this is the fate they have carried from generation to generation. 】

[But we are the 'saviors', and we have to be more tolerant of the 'saved'. 】

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

…

Sibel once said that they were the "saved" party, and it was they who set up a black wall and isolated the curse, so that the outside world was not polluted.

And Zhao Weidong said that they are the one who "saved". They were trying to shape the gods and eliminate the curse, and they came here on their own initiative, enduring decades of loneliness, and researching the treatment plan for the people of the sky.

Su Mingan stood still.

He remembered the corpses he had just passed by holding the photos in his arms.

Those are the corpses of outsiders.

...they didn't have to die in the vault.

Outsiders don't seem to be completely evil.

They are also "rescue".

Although the results were unsatisfactory.

Although only death and tragedy remain.

He left through the small door in the corner.

The moment he pushed the door, he found a corpse with flowers wrapped around his wrist.

It was lying in the soil, its posture was not painful, its head was turned to the direction of the ground above, as if it were looking out into the distance.

The white coat and badges on the corpse have been poured into the soil to rot, and only a bright red flower of curse fire is left on the wrist.

The flower of incantation is blooming beautifully.

…

【Pingping. 】

【I will go against my nature, go against my instinct, and love you forever. 】

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【I don't regret coming here. 】

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