"I was lying on the oversized wedding dress, crying at the door of the post office and fainted." Irina raised her head, her eyes drifted far and far, "When I woke up, I thought it was already possible for war. Brought me the darkest moment."
"But everything later told me that it was much more than that."
Jelena raised her hand, wiped her tears with the palm of her hand, took a deep breath, and continued: "Later, Alex and I had no contact for a while, until I heard someone say that the commander of the war Many tanks and artillery were dispatched and transported from our town to the front line."
"I realized that a big battle was about to begin, so I wrote to Alex again, wanting to ascertain his safety and trying to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous battle."
Jelena covered her face with her wrinkled hands, her voice 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 broke rapidly, as if she couldn't say the name of the letter.
Bai Liu continued to search for the letter while listening to Elena's words. He saw the letter from Alex to Elena again.
This is a very long, very long letter, a family letter with arrangements for the funeral, and a desperate suicide note.
[To Elena:
I shouldn't have written this letter to you, but after thinking and thinking, it seems that apart from you, I don't have anyone else who can safely explain the future.
It’s so amazing, Irina, little girl, you and I have never met before, but you and I enjoy a nominal unmarried relationship. Together we experienced the death of my favorite person and stayed with my parents. The most difficult years have passed.
If nothing happens, you will have to witness my death next.
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 the most important thing about me to you, the most familiar stranger before I die. , It is really selfish and self-interested.
But there is no way, you are the only person I ask to die without feeling guilty.
I know that my death will not make you too sad, it will only free you from this marriage relationship that shouldn't exist.
Only with you can I realize that my death might be a good thing for someone, and I thought it was more calm and proud.
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, but in the end there is no idiot to save anyone.
I invented a potion that can freeze death, but everyone didn't say hello to me in advance when rushing to death, saying, Hey, Alex, I'm going to die, remember to freeze my death.
I could only cover their bloody wounds at a loss, crying and crying and begging them to stay for me for even a second, and finally limply carrying their bodies back and sitting sluggishly until dawn to welcome the next round of death.
The Lake of Death named Pluto must think I am trying to prevent it from descending on earth, funny and funny.
I constantly, continuously, madly trying to improve my potion, but no matter how I delay 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 in your letter-Guy.
Guy did not die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used the identity of a sweeper 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 god wanted to thank him.
No matter which god 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, but my experiments in this place were limited, and I couldn't get enough experimental supplies like those on a university campus. I could only use a locally produced experimental medicine as a material.
Most of the experimental reagents are of poor quality, leading to the failure of the experiment, but there is a peculiar thing that exerts a magical effect-that is a weird paint.
This paint is used by the natives here to apply to the gods of the Cthulhu. It has a combustible oil-like texture. When I lacked oily solvents, my superiors searched for half a jar from a captured native. The red paint came out 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.
But it is the medicine that has been added with this kind of paint, and it has produced an incredible change-it makes Guy, who entered my laboratory, whose heart has stopped beating 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.
But Guy is indeed getting better day by day. In other words, it is not accurate to describe his entire recovery process as getting better. Combining my clinical and microscope observations, I can come to a conclusion that you will definitely think I am crazy—
—The time on Guy is turning backwards.
His skin reattached, the broken bones healed again, and even the nails and hair that grew after death were 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.
From the moment I arrived here and knew that the reason for this ignorant and ugly native to initiate the war turned out to be the so-called Cthulhu oracle, I hated the so-called Cthulhu.
And for a long time, I thought that this evil god was a symbol of anger that was fabricated by the natives to explain things they couldn't understand, and to entrust anger that they couldn't send. It was an illusory, evil image.
But 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 the natives are crazy because of the Cthulhu.
Guy who woke up had forgotten everything that had happened in the past seven days-attacking innocent villages, killing children and women in the neutral zone, and then being 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, but before the war came, Guy still got the information he wanted from a recruit who came to clean the laboratory.
He knew what had happened in the past seven days, and also knew that the commander had to summon enough artillery fire to launch the final battle-bombing out all the native habitats and the natives inside, as well as all the surrounding neutral areas where the natives might flee.
Although this neutral zone did not participate in the war from the beginning to the end, and most of them were women and children, the commander felt that we must kill these indigenous people with despicable beliefs and should not leave them any breeding ground and sharing resources with us. Chance.
You can predict what Guy will do.
Gay went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After the failure, he was bombarded with hundreds of shots/guns into a shooting board full of holes, and burned to ashes by a fire-breathing/gun.
When I rushed to the scene, there was nothing left.
The soldier on guard told me that I would be on duty for him, and then it would be logical to stand alone at the place where Guy was burned to death and left black marks all night, letting the tears slip numbly in the dark.
Jelena, do you know 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 still couldn't save anyone from this war.
Those who want to kill others will still kill, and those who don't want to kill will escape death because they don't want to kill.
Between these two kinds of people, there seems to be a natural food chain that runs non-stop.
Even the ability to come back to life and reverse time seems to be unable to change any outcome in this war.
So I filled out the form to sign up for the assault team, and I wanted to go deep into the rainforest to meet the evil god who gave me the ability to realize my desires—
-Ask him what he wants in order to give everyone a surviving ending in this war.
For this, I am willing to give everything.
Irina, if I don’t come back after this great battle, please forgive me for selfishly entrusting my parents to you. Please take care of them until you reach adulthood and go and pursue your own life.
--Alex. 】
"This is the last letter I received from Alex." Irina whispered with trance eyes, "the next day, the war broke out."
"I can't forget the battle until now. The artillery fire shook the ground in the small town where I lived. There was dust on the walls, plates and wine glasses were broken, and planes hovered everywhere outside the window. Everyone was scared. Huddled together at home, I hid under the bed, and I could see the flames constantly flickering in the distance."
Irina remained silent for a few seconds: "The artillery fire lasted for three days. On the evening of the third day, the town where soldiers were stationed for storage...was attacked by the indigenous people, and the indigenous people sprinkled them with a magical red paint... In the end, a particularly big explosion occurred."
"After the explosion subsided, the town and rainforest that were blasted through have been silent. It was not until half a month later that someone came to take over." Ilena looked at Bai Liu, "You said you are Alex's comrade-in-arms, this is impossible things."
"Because there were no survivors in that war."