[There was a monster in front of me, I smelled its... scent, and my stomach was twitching.
These...monsters have invaded our cities and brought only destruction. People have always said that if our...civilization is replaced by such evil creations, it would be the most unreasonable thing...the gods are already dead.
?
Or is the one who dominates this world originally a demon?
I have always... also felt that 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 will talk about something more profound... (Part of the map is missing)
I dissected it and found that its body structure was...advanced. Ugly appearance only defines us, just as they define us as ugly. But to be fair, their bodies are...more...I can't fool myself.
.
Others call me "Son of Iron", but now I wonder if our resistance is still meaningful, 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 if he doesn't understand it.
The more he looked at it, the more the hallucination of the basement began to stir in his mind, as if he could hear the frightened and confused murmur of the man who wrote the notes...
"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 and bringing destruction, it is obvious 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 one of their chest specimens...
"The basement still used kerosene lamps, paper or parchment... The technological level of the world in the notebook should only be equivalent to the state on the eve of the European Industrial Revolution, right? Although we Homo sapiens are not as good as this monster in terms of physical fitness, our technology is
The level is high, so now the Tianji Bureau can still destroy them."
Gu Jun thought, the Gatling gun can fire more than 1,000 bullets per minute, and the bones of this monster will definitely not be able to stop it.
But he thought of the strange banyan disease... No matter how powerful the machine gun is, it still needs people to control it. If a plague breaks out, it will be more terrifying than the monster...
Gu Jun read it several times before closing the map and opening the three pages of the diary.
As he read, he murmured in his mind, adding his own conjectures to some incomprehensible words:
[October 21, Year of the Rose____Ribudi-Peyani
It rained heavily today, and people often say it won't rain so heavily in the Year of the Rose. But compared to recent events, the weather seems insignificant.
The scope of infection of hemoptysis has expanded again, and is out of control from the city of Biron to the city of Eli. Our first case has also appeared in the city of Shar.
This news made me want to vomit. I shouldn't have reacted this way. I graduated from Carlop Academy, the highest medical school in the empire, and studied all known medical techniques. I studied various principles of human body operation.
shivering in the face of this disease.
People always place high hopes on the medical students of Carlop College, thinking that we are messengers sent to the world by the goddess, 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 Biron and Eli, the two most prosperous cities in the empire, have become hells, people have woken up, and so have we.
Student Carlop is not a messenger of the goddess, but a plaything that the devil despises.
Is that so? I wish I could stick to my beliefs as long as possible, but even when I was in school, I wasn't the best.
The best person in our class is Lelore Langton, who always gets the most praise and is loved by everyone.
Langton was particularly good at anatomy. During the first anatomy class, our hands were shaking, but Langton held the scalpel like his fingers.
Because of his strong will and the fact that the scalpel was made of iron, I somehow called him "Son of Iron", which became his nickname.
Langton and I are good friends. Although he has the most arrogant qualifications, he is very humble and very funny. Everyone said that Langton will do something big in the future. His thinking and action are enough to become a
The true messenger of the goddess completely changed the old medicine.
After graduation, I returned to my hometown of Sal City, while Langton stayed in the capital where the college is located.
I never thought that the time he saw me off would be our last meeting.
I just received a secret message this morning that Lelore Langton, the "Iron Son", committed suicide. He cut his throat with a scalpel and died.
The public doesn't know this news yet. If they know it, it will be a major blow...
Langton left a suicide note. It is said that there is not much content. He just left the information and some thoughts he got alone in the ruined Hawk City. As for why he sought death, I was not told. Maybe he couldn't stand those monsters.
And hemoptysis.
Langton mentioned me in the letter, so I could get the news. Langton said in the letter: "Tell Payani not to give up, but I have to leave first."
If even the Son of Iron can't persevere, what can I do? I'm not the best.】
"Huh." After reading the first page of the diary, Gu Jun took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom to pour a glass of water.
The content of this so-called diagnosis and treatment work diary was completely different from what he imagined. However, as a medical dog, he could feel the tremendous pressure in Ribdi Peyani's seemingly steady handwriting... Peyani must have taken
I turned over and over in my diary, but couldn't write down any valuable diagnosis and treatment content, so I wrote this...
Gu Jun looked at the setting sun in the sky outside the balcony, the setting sun was like blood.
This kind of variant text has its origin, it seems to be another world, another civilization.
Look again, he continued to read the next page of his diary while drinking water.
[November 8th, Year of the Rose____Ribudi-Peyani
In just ten days, the city of Shar has fallen.
My hometown, Shar City, is known as the hometown of flowers. We live a peaceful life here, unlike the hustle and bustle of the capital, and there is no machine-like coldness.
Shar people always seize every opportunity and try every means to make new friends. In the end, almost everyone here knows each other.
During the flower season every year, everyone will pick the flowers that grow in their own courtyards and give them to each other. Even the most miserable homeless man on the street will be surrounded by the fragrance of flowers every day during the flower season. For example, autumn flowers, golden flowers, etc.
, soft grass, lily, rose...
Of course, in the Year of the Rose, bright roses bloom luxuriantly in every corner of Shar City and become everyone's headdress.
I used to love this "Shar culture" so much, but now, I hate it more and more.
All the pure joy in the past has turned into even greater pain in these ten days.
The first person to die was Uncle Jonson. He opened a shoe store on Yingqiuhua Street. Every time I passed by, he would enthusiastically ask me how I was doing and promote the new shoes in his store. Uncle Jonson
He had never been to any place with an epidemic, and he had never been out of Shar City in his life, but he suddenly fell ill.
All patients with hemoptysis start to get sick in this way: edema appears in the lungs and lung function begins to fail... (the content cannot be speculated here)...burst...a large amount of blood spurts out of the mouth...and finally the blood automatically flows from the skin of the chest.
If it overflows, life will come to an end.
Our sacred and great Dr. Carlop!
It is not even clear whether hemoptysis is a viral disease or a parasitic disease.
Its mode of infection is also unclear. It is not spread from the air, not from food... it...
We are helpless.
A few days ago, Mira died, Kagede died, Aulanton died, Nanni died... The friends I knew died one by one, and the roses in the whole city withered, but the blood they coughed up
It's still dyeing the city red.
And my parents... they died right before my eyes.
I'm very worried about Lida now. She had some symptoms of cough today. Don't be her, don't...
Goddess of life, if you really 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." If the Year of the Rose was followed by the Year of the Violet, a few months would have passed.
[February 5th of the Violet Year____Ribudi-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 was not from a noble background. She was the daughter of a blacksmith. But when I first met her on Lily Street, I was impressed by her charm and fell deeply in love with her. She
Wearing a very ordinary white dress, she looks slim and light, and has a pure and sincere smile.
Later I learned that she was the eldest sister of all the children on Lily Street. She was the one jumping around with them all day long, so that their parents could free up their hands to do other things.
This is my favorite temperament. But when we first met her, I knew nothing about her, but I had already decided that I wanted to marry this girl.
My pursuit of Lida went very smoothly. Although I am not as good as Langton, I still have advantages that Lida can appreciate.
During the years when I was studying at Carlop College, we kept in touch through letters. She was worried that I would choose to stay in China after graduation and not go back, but she hoped that I would think about my own future. After all, Sal City is a rural place.
.
But how did she know? My heart has never left Shar City, let alone her.
Lida's condition progressed rapidly from the onset of the disease, and she passed away on the fifth day. I couldn't keep her, even for a few more days.
After Lida died, all my hopes also died, and the world no longer meant anything to me.
My despair is different from Langton's. I have read his suicide note. He has a more noble pursuit and a more noble disappointment.
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 survive, but they all
Already left.
Lida's death made me understand that there are no gods in this world, and some have been defeated by demons. Gods will not allow people like Lida to die miserably! The last thing she said to me was "Ribdi"
, I'm sorry, I can't wait until the wedding." We were originally scheduled to get married in December of the Rose Year.
Death is a return to the embrace of the goddess of life, a sublimation of life. I don't believe it.
The world is about to turn into a broken ruin, but what is there to be sad and fearful about?
All my sadness and fear disappeared 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 that there will be worse things after death? I am also worried about every friend I know. Their bones have melted and their nerves are gone.
Beating again, but they are still spreading the fruits of disease, not with viruses, but with their deaths.