[There is a monster in front of me, I smell it..., my stomach is twitching.
These... monsters invaded our city, bringing only destruction. People have always said that it would make no sense if our... civilization was replaced by this evil creation... Are the gods dead
Or is it that the one who rules this world is originally a demon
I have always... also thought, but these monsters are not the... beasts we imagined. I have communicated with this monster on many topics, and its intelligence is no worse than mine. If it... put away its contempt for me, maybe we Talks to the more esoteric... (part of the graph is missing)
I dissected it, and found that its body structure was...advanced. Ugly looks define us as much as they define us to be ugly. But to be fair, their bodies... more... I can't fool myself.
Others call me "Son of Iron", but I now wonder if there is any point in our resistance, is our strength... ? Or is it right
Are they better than us
Are they better than us
Are they better than us
Are they better than us?]
Gu Jun can understand 70% to 80% of this note, and he can probably guess the meaning of the writing that he can't understand.
The more he looked, the more the phantom of the basement surged in his heart, as if he could hear the man who wrote the notes murmured in panic and bewilderment...
"It seems that this map does not belong to this world." Gu Junxin said, "At least it does not belong to this generation."
Invading the city, bringing destruction, it is clear that this man's race and civilization were driven to a dead end by this monster.
And this kind of monster has already appeared in this world, and there should be quite a few of them. He has personally dissected a piece of their chest specimen...
"The basement still uses kerosene lamps, and the paper is still parchment... The technological level of the world in the notes should only be equivalent to the state on the eve of the European Industrial Revolution? Although our Homo sapiens are not as physically fit as this monster, our technological level High, so now the Tianji Bureau can destroy them."
Gu Jun thought, the Gatling machine gun can fire more than 1,000 bullets per minute, the bones of this monster must not be able to stop it.
It's just that he remembered the banyan disease... No matter how powerful a machine gun is, it needs to be controlled by people. If a plague breaks out, it will be more terrifying than a monster...
Gu Jun looked at it several times before closing the atlas, and turned to open the three pages of the diary to look at it.
While reading, he murmured in his heart, making up his own guesses for some words he didn't understand:
[October 21st, Year of the Rose____Rabdi Peyani
It rained heavily today, and it is often said that it will not rain so much in the Year of the Rose. But the weather pales in comparison to recent developments.
The hemoptysis spread again, and it was out of control from the city of Billon to the city of Eli. Our city of Shar also had its first case.
This news made me want to vomit, I shouldn't have this kind of reaction, I graduated from Kalop Academy, the highest medical school in the empire, learned all known medical techniques, and delved into the various principles of human body operation trembling in front of this disease.
People always place great expectations on the medical students of Kalop College, thinking that we are the messengers sent by the goddess to the world, controlling the mysteries of life, and illuminating this ignorant world with the light of wisdom.
Therefore, we enjoy the highest glory of the empire and gain people's unconditional trust.
But now, after Billon and Eli, the most prosperous cities of the two empires, have become hells, people are awake, and we are awake.
Kalop students are not messengers of the goddess, but playthings of the devil's contempt.
is that so? I wish I could stick to my beliefs as long as possible, but even in school I wasn't the best.
There was no better man in our class than Lailore Langdon, who always got the most praise and was loved by all.
Langton was particularly good at anatomy, and during the first anatomy class, our hands were shaking, but Langton held the scalpel like his fingers.
Because of his hard heart and the fact that the scalpel is made of iron, I somehow called him "Son of Iron", which became his nickname.
Langton and I were good friends, and despite his most haughty credentials, he was very humble and very funny. Everyone said that Langton would do a great job in the future. His thinking and action were enough to become the true messenger of the goddess and completely change the old medicine.
After graduation, I returned to my hometown of Shar City, while Langton stayed in the capital where the college is located.
I didn't expect that the time he saw me off was the last time we met.
I just received a cryptic message this morning that Lelorey Langton, the "Son of Iron," committed suicide by cutting his throat with a scalpel and killing himself.
This news is not yet known to the general public, and it would be a major blow if they were to know...
Langton left a suicide note. It is said that there is not much content, but the information and some thoughts he got alone in the ruins of Hawke City. As for why he wanted to die, I was not told, probably he couldn't bear those monsters and hemoptysis.
Langton mentioned me in his letter, so I was informed. "Tell Peyani, don't give up, but I'm going first," Langton said in the letter.
If even the Son of Iron can't persevere, what can I do? I'm not the best one.]
"Huh." After reading the first page of the diary, Gu Jun took a deep breath, walked out of the bedroom and poured a glass of water.
The content of this so-called diagnosis and treatment work diary was completely different from what he had imagined. However, as a medical dog, he can feel the great pressure in Ribdi Peyani's seemingly steady handwriting... Peyani must have turned over and over in the diary, but couldn't write down the valuable diagnosis and treatment content, so he wrote it down. These…
Gu Jun looked at the sunset in the sky outside the balcony, the setting sun was like blood.
This variant has a source, it seems to be another world, another civilization.
Let's take a look again, he continued to the next page of his diary while drinking water.
[November 8th in the Year of the Rose____Rabdi Peyani
In just ten days, the city of Shar has fallen.
My hometown, Shar City, is known as the hometown of flowers. I live a peaceful life here, unlike the noise of the capital and the coldness of those machines.
The Shar always take every opportunity and go out of their way to meet new people, and in the end, almost everyone here knows each other.
In the flower season every year, everyone will pick the flowers that grow in their own yards and give them to each other. Even the most down-and-out homeless man on the street will be surrounded by the fragrance of flowers every day during the flowering season. Like winter jasmine, golden flower, soft grass, lily, rose...
Of course, in the year of the rose, bright roses flourish in every corner of Shar city, becoming everyone's headdress.
I used to love this "Shar culture" so much, but now, I hate it more and more.
All the pure happiness in the past turned into even worse pain in these ten days.
The first to die was Uncle Jonson, who opened a shoe store on Yingqiuhua Street. Every time I passed by, he would always enthusiastically ask me how I was doing and promote the new shoes in his store. Uncle Jonson had never been to any place where there was an epidemic, and he had never been out of Shar City in his life, but he suddenly fell ill.
All hemoptysis patients start to get sick like this, the lungs appear edema, and the lung function begins to fail... (I can't speculate on the content here)... Explosion... The mouth spurts a lot of blood... Finally, the blood overflows from the skin of the chest automatically, and life is lost. It came to an end.
Our holy and great Dr. Kalop!
It is not even clear whether hemoptysis is a viral disease or a parasitic disease.
The way it's transmitted is also unclear, it's not airborne, it's not foodborne... it's...
There is nothing we can do.
Meera died the other day, Kaggard died, Aurangdon died, Nanni died... The friends I knew died one by one, and the roses all over the city withered, but the blood they coughed up was still there. Dyeing the city red.
And my parents... they died right under my nose.
I am very worried about Lida now, she has some symptoms of coughing today. don't be her, don't...
Goddess of Life, if you exist, please.]
"Huh..." Gu Jun finished reading the second page of the diary, frowned and continued to read the last third page.
This page was written on "February 5, Year of the Violet," and if the Year of the Rose followed the Year of the Violet, it would have been a few months too.
[February 5th of the Violet Year____Rabdi Peyani
It has been almost three months since Lida died of hemoptysis, and I have been reluctant to think about it, let alone write about it.
Lida and I met when we were teenagers. She came from a modest background, the daughter of a blacksmith. But when I met her for the first time on Lily Street, I was overwhelmed by her charm and fell in love with her deeply. She was wearing a very ordinary white long dress, she was slender and light, and her smile was pure and sincere.
I found out later that she was the big sister to all the kids on Lily Street, and she was the one who bounced around with them all day, freeing up their parents to do other things.
This is my favorite temperament. But when we first met, I knew nothing about her, but I had decided to marry this girl.
My pursuit of Lida went smoothly. Although I am not as good as Langton, I still have advantages that Lida can appreciate.
We kept in touch with each other by letter when I was studying at Carlop College. She was worried that I would choose to stay in China after graduation and never go back, but she hoped that I would think about my future. After all, Shar City is a rural place. .
But how did she know? My heart has never left Shar City, let alone her.
Lida's condition developed rapidly from the onset, and she left on the fifth day. I couldn't keep her, not even for a few more days.
After Lida died, all my hopes were dead, and what happened to this world no longer meant anything to me.
My despair is different from that of Langton. I have read his suicide note. He has a nobler pursuit and a nobler disillusionment.
However, I only have some ordinary thoughts. My parents, my old housekeeper, my aunt, my friend, Lida... If any of them were still alive, I might still be able to hold on, but they are all gone.
Lida's death made me understand that there are no gods in this world, and some have been defeated by demons. The gods would not allow someone like Lida to die in such a miserable way! The last thing she said to me was "Rebdi, I'm sorry I can't make it to the wedding." We were supposed to get married in December of the Year of the Rose.
What death is to return to the embrace of the goddess of life is a kind of sublimation of life. I do not believe.
The world is going to be a broken ruin, but what is there to be sad about
All my sorrows and fears have gone with Lida's departure.
I am not afraid of the destruction of this world, I am afraid that she will be bullied in the abyss of hell, or there will be worse things after death? I also worry about every friend I know. Their bones have melted, their nerves have stopped beating, but they still spread the fruit of disease, not by virus, but by their death.
Father, Mother, Langton, Lida, please forgive me, please wait for me.
For I, Rabdi Peyani, will die with you. "