First of all, the words in the diary, as can be seen from the screenshots, compared to the neat font at the beginning, the handwriting behind is unusually a little messy, and wildly grassy, like a normal person gradually going insane, approaching that crazy state.

"I don't have access to a computer, so I can only record these things with a pen, oh my God, they are terrible, I have never seen such terrible people, I don't know what the Institute created them for, is it to use them as combat tools, oh my God, this is simply terrible, this can completely set off the third world war, no, I can't imagine such a scene, it is really terrible......"

In the words, the last word "has" seems to be unfinished, and the last stroke is enough to be pulled out vertically for a long distance, and the tip of the pen almost cuts through the paper, as if the author has remembered something amazing when he writes this, and has lost the courage to continue the narrative because of fear.

A passage came to an abrupt end, but there were too many words "terrible" in it, and I really didn't know how terrible it must be for him to be scared like this.

"I'm probably never going to leave here again, no, it's the ones who won't let me go, they won't let everyone go, they won't let everyone who knows their secret live, haha, I see, he let us come over and clearly didn't intend to let us leave, we'll be like caged birds in their captivity, poor little canary, you are so desperate and helpless, you really want to get out of here, you want to be able to escape here, hahahaha, but you can't, You can't do it for the rest of your life, because the moment you are captured by humans, you are destined to be kept in captivity like this for the rest of your life, even if you struggle with your life, even if you are so sharp that you let out a tearing howl of pain in your throat, you can't escape, you wait, sooner or later, sooner or later you will become a thin corpse, with your limbs pointing hideously to the sky, and die tragically in this cage that traps you and makes you never be able to fly! ”

This is an extremely terrifying statement, not so much a curse, but a speculation about the future, his own future.

It's like a ghost story on a midsummer night, like a cold lake covering your head, making you shiver all over, and cold sweat gushing out densely along your sweat pores.

The netizen added a sentence of his own under this paragraph: "At that time, I didn't sleep well that night after watching it, and all my dreams were canaries hanging under the window and trapped in a wooden cage." ”

The diary continues: "This is my third year in the Institute, but it is the third year that I have joined the project, and it is only now that I understand what kind of place I have been, what I am doing, no, I can't do this, I am killing people, I am destroying my humanity, I am being cruel, what should I do? No, I have to do it, if I don't, they're going to kill me, god, they're going to kill me! ”

Underneath this self-description, there is also a video, a silent video footage, in which a young man who looks to be about twenty-six or seventeen years old is busy with his head down, although his youth can be seen from his face, but when he turns his back, the rickety back in the white coat, and the wide robe that can almost fit two of his robes, the whole person looks as if he is over forty years old.

In the video, the researcher is busy, from time to time taking slices or samples of something and putting it under the microscope to look at, the cold fluorescent lamp, the metal wall, and the glassware that fills half the room, all kinds of experimental test tubes, etc., etc., etc., the cold environment, as well as his methodical work, and the various color potions and reagents placed next to it, all of this makes people feel as if their scalp is numb, as if they are covered with goosebumps at a glance.

There is nothing else in the video except for the things that make people look cold, except that the researcher is constantly doing various experiments over and over again, and the silent image gives people a cold and alienated feeling.

Ye Liqi flipped through the next web page, Tai Chuan next to him stared at the things on the computer screen without blinking, his face was expressionless, the faint fluorescence of the computer screen hit his face, and the shadow cast from the side of his nose covered half of his face, but the whole person seemed a little uncertain.

The web page opened, and first a video started to play automatically, but this time there was a voice inside: "I can't take it anymore, I'm afraid, I think I'm going to go crazy one day because of this, no, no, no, no, I can't do this, I can't do this, I've found out that something is wrong with me, I suspect I may be a little schizophrenic, I want to escape from this place, this horrible island of villains." The voice stopped suddenly, and in the video footage, an ordinary-looking young man was staring at the camera.

Those dark and slightly tan eyes stare at you so suddenly, and you can even clearly see the extremely thin red blood on his eyeballs, like very dense thin threads entangled, tangled and painful all the way to the center of the pupil.

Those eyes are looking at you so cruelly and desperately, as if his gaze has passed through the heavy screen, and he sees you directly in front of the computer, like a real-time video.

Tai Chuan's eyes looked at the same pair of eyes without blinking, the most superficial was a trace of ruthlessness, and behind the ruthlessness there was a trace of despair, but in his deepest part, you could find a trace of madness, as if it was the last struggle before dying.

"My name is Ge Song, and I'm only twenty-eight ......"

Ye Liqi's eyes were staring at Ge Song's mouth that did not close when he said the last sentence, and his eyes flickered slightly.

That big mouth seems to have countless unfinished words, unfinished meanings, full of struggle and despair, making you unable to extricate yourself from the depths of the sea of bitterness for a long time.

There was no diary content for more than ten days, and after half a month, the diary was updated again.

"We don't have the internet, I can't send everything that happens here, and I'm even afraid that they'll find out what I'm doing secretly, so that's all I can do, I take a picture of my diary, and then look for opportunities to use it, and send it out secretly, maybe I can use those instruments to block my signal, and let me think, I must let all this be known to everyone in the world, ......" (To be continued. )