In the dark underground shelter, the cabin was silent.
Lu Li silently raised his hand to touch his face, which revealed only a thin, prickly beard.
If he had been underground for twenty-four years, his hair would have been long enough to be woven into clothes, his beard long enough to be used as hair, and his face would have wrinkles.
Thinking of something, Lu Li pulled over a linen top. The chest was stained with thick black blood, and he couldn't wear it anymore, so he had to put on a coat to keep warm.
The palm of his hand touched the pocket of his coat. The diary found in the shelter was still there.
Opening the diary, the immature handwriting was difficult to decipher in the dim light.
Lifting off the moldy quilt, Lu Li got out of bed and walked barefoot to the desk.
As the woman watched in confusion, Lu Li pulled up the wooden chair, placed the diary on the desk next to the candlestick, and read through the diary by the weak candlelight.
[On September 16, my mother said this is where I hide my inner thoughts that I don’t want to tell others]
[September 17th, I don’t want to go to Mrs. Irene’s class, her voice is like a witch]
[September 17th, I hate Jones, he always grabs my mashed potatoes, and calls me potato man, saying that I am as round and fat as a potato]
[On September 17, Mrs. Irene stopped her. She didn’t think so. She said being fat was the best thing.]
[September 17th, I think Mrs. Irene may not be so annoying...]
Children who have new diaries are full of freshness and will write down a lot of their inner thoughts every day.
Lu Li ignored these meaningless contents.
[On October 23, Mrs. Irene talked about the ground again, it sounded so beautiful...]
[On January 3, our course added geography knowledge, and everyone liked it very much, but we don’t like planting, so why do we need to learn how to grow plants? 】
[On May 1st, Dad was lucky enough to become the "Lucky Shelter Resident of the Month", and he could go with the exorcist to the place closest to the ground, and he could still see the ground! 】
[On May 2, my father came back. He asked us to smell him. I didn’t smell anything, but I felt very comfortable.]
[On March 18, I turned ten. My parents and neighbors told me that I was now officially a shelter resident.]
[On March 19th, the new course scares me... We hid underground not because of the flood, but because of the ugly monsters and invisible monsters that drove us down]
[On March 25, I learned more...]
[On March 30, my father said not to be immersed in sadness. Children who grew up in shelters will know this. I asked him if he was everyone? He said yes, don’t be sad, don’t despair, we are fire and hope.
We work hard against the darkness, and when the flood recedes, human civilization will be rekindled]
The owner of the diary was greatly touched by his father's words. From here on, the intervals between dates became longer and longer, and the words in his heart became less and less. Then suddenly one day, the boy grew up, his handwriting was no longer immature, and the words he wrote were no longer immature.
And with innocence.
[On December 12th, if it weren’t for the “lucky shelter resident of the month” that reminds me of the last time Old Mercer became a “lucky resident”, you would still be left under the bed to continue to grow moldy]
[December 13th is indeed different...I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or what, but I’ve never been so eager to go up there and take a look]
[January 9, no one thought Dasha would be so beautiful when she became a big girl, I should have started earlier]
[January 1st, I must record today...January 1st, the fifteenth year since the shelter was closed, Parliament passed the Tinder Act, and we will try to make contact with the ground! I have been waiting for this day, as
Fire to rebuild your home!]
[On January 2, what do they mean when they say there are survivors on the ground? We are not the only survivors?]
[On January 3rd, other shelters...the abandoned compatriots on the ground...what did we do...]
[On January 10th, it was rumored that the first batch of exorcists who went out seemed to be sick when they came back. I know why. Our compatriots on the ground are accompanied by weird things and face death every day, while we hide in a shelter isolated from the world.
inside, watching helplessly]
[July 1st, it’s my turn, come on, let me see what happened]
【July 10, I’m back】
The diary was interrupted on the day the diary owner returned. The content appeared again six months later. It seems that the diary owner did not want to recall what he had seen on the ground.
[On October 6th, the mantises occupied the mine. They regarded this place as their lair. We had no way to deal with them and could only go to the gathering place]
[January 1st, the fourth year of the Tinder Project. As the shelter becomes increasingly dangerous, the council decided to officially move to the outside world next year, marking the 20th year since the shelter was established]
[I don’t understand...I can’t understand...Because we are the only pure human beings? In short, I support it]
[On March 21, my parents failed to come back...]
[Jones didn’t come back on September 9th...]
[On December 3, Dasha had been in contact with the pagans for too long, and her organs had become abnormal... Now she is imprisoned, awaiting trial by the Parliament]
[On December 5, I was very happy that Dasha was just expelled, but she cried very sadly. I comforted her that we will leave next year and we will meet again then. I asked her to live well and wait for us to arrive]
[January 1st, I thought it would be today, but many things are not ready yet]
[On March 15th, Dasha disappeared... Disappearances can be seen everywhere in the wilderness. It might be those monsters, pagans, or similar things... I can only think that she is dead. This is from the surface world.
law】
[On May 13th, mantises attacked the shelter. Although they were brought into the shelter, we suffered heavy losses. Many elderly people and children were killed. Many shelter residents are putting pressure on the council to evacuate the shelter as soon as possible.
Or deal with the mantis at your door]
[A group of clowns... they just want to live by themselves]
[June 5th, they said September 17th. On the day I get the diary, the residents of the shelter will officially leave here. I plan to leave the diary, but I don’t have time to write it when I go to the surface. And if I die,
At least one of me and the diary can stay.】
[The person who found the diary, my name is Sean. It’s up to you whether you remember it or not. I just hope that my diary can bring you some help]
[September 17th, "Don't be sad, don't despair. We are fire and hope. We work hard against the darkness. When the flood recedes, human civilization will be rekindled." That's bullshit... We naively thought that this world would be saved by us, but
We are just a bunch of hateful, pathetic people who have abandoned our compatriots and can’t change anything.]
[It’s time to set off, I can only write here, I hope you have heard of me, I hope I will still be alive by then]