After holding his nose and exploring the room, Bai Zhi did not find any relevant written diary records, but he did find a lot of crushed instant noodles...
Although this woman seemed to have lived here alone for a period of time, it was obvious that this woman was on the verge of mental collapse. She was in a state of confusion and finally chose to commit suicide.
"By the time we get here on the first floor, will there be only three survivors left?"
While thinking about this in his heart, Bai Zhi locked the door again and exited.
The image in the second locked area is exactly the same as that in the first locked area, but the floor here has been cleaned and the room looks unusually tidy.
In the corner of the room, on a bed that was carefully arranged as a work and rest area, a figure was lying quietly.
The room seems to have been specially designed for ventilation, so there is no strange smell like the first room.
The girl lying on the bed with her hands clasped in front of her chest had long since died, and her face had also become corrupted. However, the girl's body looked unusually neat, and her goose-yellow dress was covered with dust.
From several pill bottles and a cup lying on the ground, Bai Zhi determined that the girl lying on the bed in front of him died of suicide.
-A completely different attitude towards life than the previous woman, but in the end the outcome was the same.
After a moment of searching, Bai Zhi, who found no valuable clues here, locked the door and left.
Then, he used the last key in his hand to enter the last locked area.
But to his surprise, he still found a corpse in this room.
The cause of death of this corpse was that he cut his neck with a knife while sitting on a chair. The deceased was a young man. His face had also become decomposed by corrosion over a long period of time. No further conclusions could be drawn from the corpse. .
This discovery far exceeded Bai Zhi's expectation.
Originally, according to his prediction, the identity he played should be the last survivor in this office building, and the last room should be his own empty room.
But judging from the current situation, things don't seem to be what he thought.
But that being said, where did the three keys he found on the cement pipe come from
When I first came to the office building, there was a lot of dust in front of the door, which meant that no one had entered the office building for a long time.
"I always feel like there's something I've overlooked..."
Reaching out and pressing his forehead slightly, Bai Zhi walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the curtains slightly.
The flashlight's power was already low. Since the light wouldn't affect him that much, he naturally picked the most convenient one.
After the curtains were opened, the originally dark room suddenly had a light source. After stuffing the corpse sitting on the chair under the bed, Bai Zhi routinely made some related observations about the room. search.
Originally, Bai Zhi didn't have much hope that he could find any relevant clues in this room based on the results from the previous two rooms. However, within a few minutes, Bai Zhi had A thick notebook was found under the pillow... plus a blue and white stripe.
Bai Zhi: "???"
Volume 2 The Miracle of Improbability: Chapter 940 Chapter 27 Essays and Diary
Looking at the blue and white strip that appeared in front of him, Bai Zhiyou was silent for a while, and then glanced under the bed in disgust.
It’s confirmed that the guy living in this room is actually an old pervert, or he can be called a pervert.
Especially after opening the notebook and discovering the diary recorded in it, Bai Zhi was even more certain of this.
… Who is a serious person who keeps a diary
Who can write down his or her inner thoughts in a diary? Can what is written be true to the heart
Despicable.
Bai Zhi curled his lips and picked up the notebook. He came to the table and sat down.
The identity he plays is that of a person from this world, so he naturally recognizes the handwriting on the notebook.
The first half of the notebook was filled with things like scribbles and notes. The owner of this notebook seemed to be a high school student preparing for the college entrance examination... Bai Zhiyou turned to the part that said "Come on for the college entrance examination."
As for those diaries, they are not so much diaries as they are some emotional thoughts or essays. Most of them are poisonous chicken soup and other things written to encourage myself.
For example, the following article.
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[2nd and 5th, overcast]
There are 15 cases of giving up and 16 cases of persisting.
You see, persistence is actually just a little more than giving up.
A stroke of difference is like a chasm.
So why not stick with it
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"It's very simple, because there are 17 cases of sudden death."
After curling his lips and making a casual remark, Bai Zhi ignored these meaningless essays, which were like chicken soup. As long as he was not interested in them, he would quickly flip through them after a casual glance. Pass.
In fact, there is a lot revealed in the previous essay, but they are just small daily things.
For example, complaining about the pressure of the college entrance examination, my longing for the future, and planning to boldly confess to my crush when I graduate... There is a strong sour smell of youth in it.
The other party does not write essays like these every day. Basically, he will write a few sentences when he is interested. It is common for two essays to be separated by more than ten days in a row.
After flipping through more than a dozen entries in succession, Bai Zhi finally reached the first diary entry that interested him.
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[July 9, overcast]
It's haunted again. This time I heard that the entire shopping mall was wiped out and the army has surrounded it.
The news can no longer be suppressed, and the Internet is full of uproar. How has the world changed
In addition, it has been cloudy for a month. I hope there will be sunshine tomorrow.
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"...Did the mutation start at this time?"
Looking at the diary in front of him, Bai Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The cloudy days that last for a whole month are when [Incubators] replace the sun in this world, right? But even if it has not been completely replaced, [Incubators] have already had an impact on this world... What a pity."
Thinking of this, Bai Zhi shook his head slightly.
In that era, there was no such thing as a system or a player, there were only world guardians.
If all the world guardians of a world fall for it, it means that the world has already embarked on a countdown to destruction.
If it is the kind of world that cultivates immortals, there may still be some strength to resist, but in a world like this without any supernatural power at all, facing this kind of blow that can be called a dimensionality reduction, it really can only Maybe he is waiting to die slowly.
—When the sun appears, the world will truly collapse.
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[July 21, sunny]
Crazy, all crazy.
When the sun appeared, everyone who raised their heads and looked at the sky was no longer human. Their brains exploded and their bodies turned into disgusting liquid... How many people died in this disaster
No... It's not just the sun. Whenever I see those rays, there will be incomprehensible whispers in my mind, and I will have a splitting headache...
Only by hiding yourself in a confined space without any light coming in can the situation be alleviated.
This world is completely over.
And the funny thing is, we don’t even know who our enemies are. Are they aliens? Or... God
Perhaps this is the end of the world for our world.
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[August 1st, heavy rain]
Ghosts began to appear in groups. They had no good intentions towards living people. In the eyes of those ghosts, we were just used as food to fill our bellies.
They do not appear during the day, but during heavy rains and when night falls, they are almost everywhere, and we humans have almost no way to deal with this strange existence.
…especially those disembodied ghosts.
Even if they are hiding in the safest basement, they can enter at will and treat the humans hiding there as delicious meals.
The TV can no longer receive any channels, and the network is about to collapse. The future of this world may have been doomed.
In this desperate world, it is better to die early.
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[August 9, overcast]
It's unimaginable that I can still live alone at this time.
Today is a rare cloudy day. As long as you take appropriate defensive measures and endure your mental confusion, you can still go out safely during the day.
Because there are many dead people and enough supplies, there is no need to worry about other humans. Those ghosts don't come out during the day. I have to use this time to go out and search for something.
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[August 11, overcast]
The actions of ghosts are becoming more and more rampant.
In the past, it was possible to use a bright flashlight to drive back the ghosts, but now, they seem to have become accustomed to the bright light.
In addition, when I was debugging the frequency today, I accidentally received a radio station, which announced a new discovery.
—Ghosts are born from humans.
But those ghosts no longer belong to humans, and they have no good intentions towards humans.
But how did this discovery come about? Does anyone have the power to study ghosts
I'm curious.
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[August 15, sunny]
The supplies are still enough, I got a lot back in the first two days.
But I suspect that I am the only one alive in this community... There should have been more than a dozen others a few days ago.
Maybe I myself will die quietly one day, but it doesn't matter if I live one day at a time.
I held on to that station all day today, trying to see if I could get any other information.
Although it sounds a bit ridiculous to say this, but... what if there is still hope
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[August 19, overcast]
I have decided to leave here and join those people.
If something like that were really possible, perhaps, that would be the world's only hope.
—It doesn’t matter even if you die.
Good morning ヽ(≧Д≦)ノqqunyi ⑥ bar ② clothes 7 seven one 6
Volume 2 The Miracle of Micro-Probability: Chapter 941 Chapter 28 The Prototype of [Profession]
After the above-mentioned diaries, the date of the next diary is quite a long time apart.
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[September 12, sunny]
… It seems like you haven’t written a diary for a long time, right
It's unimaginable that I can still survive to this point. I thought I would be eliminated from the game at the beginning.
But if we continue, maybe we can really leave hope? maybe.
By the way, I met her here and she is still alive.
so good…