Whatever you want to understand, I just want to write down what I personally understand.

I'm Sikong Jing.

Well...

I don't know how to describe my current feelings.

I don't want to describe it.

I feel compelled to write down my thoughts because I've been through so much, including me now.

I felt the need to record it, even in my favorite form.

Hehe, everybody, you'll all have it, diary.

Everyone has a voyeuristic craving, especially your mother, well, I have too. But... I love my mother and I really love her.

Now, not the time to say my mother.

I kept this diary, the only way I could vent, and I felt that I had to write it down.

Because.

This is the only way to keep it secret without revealing it.

I was kidnapped by a group of people known as the Void Man.

Well, I don't believe it myself, however, they are the ones who created us.

These are the words they say, and they are also the created.

To put it bluntly, I'm the same and person.

It's very popular and realistic.

But that's what they are.

Like me, yet called God?

Ha, foolish man like God.

Sorry, this is my personal opinion of them.

The reason why I was able to write this diary is not that I really have the habit of writing a diary.

Instead, I told 'them' that I had a habit of keeping a diary.

They gave me a lot of freedom when it came to keeping a diary.

I have to say, I appreciate the reason for keeping a diary.

No nonsense, let's put it simply.

I, Sikong Jing, am a researcher at the National Academy of Science and Technology Development Strategy, and I only hope that this diary I wrote will be seen by those who found it.

But I don't want to.

No one can be put together by what they expected and disappointed.

I don't want either.

I'm able to write so much, not because I can tolerate.

Rather, I don't want to be inclusive, and I don't want to be inclusive.

They, most of them, the Void people, are just like us, well, we earthlings, they also have yellow people, white people, black people.

But for them are all ordinary people.

Wrong, they are lower human beings, and higher human beings are higher and more gigantic human beings.

Instantly, I thought, Am I just a fucking human?

For them, the average human being refers to the kind of free labor, energy that has no value for life and can be consumed at will.

When I heard this, I felt inexplicably familiar.

Aren't we like that?

So do we!

Cheap academic research, a supervisor with the future of several graduate students in his hands, he, or she, can arbitrarily order graduate students to do chores that are not of a research nature, or do research that they do not want to do.

At the end of the day, their credits, their research, can only be attributed to their supervisors, and even their dissertations can only be written with the name of the supervisor.

Those young and promising young people, their names, can only become assistants under the mentor that no one cares about!

Why shouldn't I? What about me?

I'm sorry, but I just feel like this.

I happened to meet my noble man again.

I won't say his name anymore, I think that if Chongxu people know his or her name, they will definitely force me to ask me.

Haha, they can't read minds!

This is the result of my discussion and research, and I also know that there is a race in the Chongxu people called the Feather Race.

That race can read minds.

Shouldn't I be glad?

All right.

That's the end of the joke.

Straight to the point.

I, Sikong Jing, made a deal with these people from Chongxu.

This is not a deal I want to do, but I have to do it.

They, the Chongxu people, have technology that is more advanced than the earth, and at the moment, I personally think that there is technology at least five generations away.

At least, with stealth technology alone, the earth still has some distance to chase.

What I believe is that China will definitely be able to catch up with this one-man stealth technology in a short period of time.

This is my personal wish.

Don't talk about this nonsense.

Let's talk about my deal.

They identify with my personal diary, and I believe in their cultivation, after all, as I write to this day, they don't react to some of these sensitive words

This shows that they don't care, or that they keep their word.

So, I'll give them some promises on the basis of keeping my promises. This is a promise that I cannot bear, nor is it something that my country can bear.

It's our entire planet that bears!

I.

Be willing to be this sinner.

But!

I.

I don't know.

My choice was right or wrong.

This is my personal decision, not on behalf of my country, nor on behalf of the people, nor on behalf of the whole...

Earth.

I.

I don't know.

I really don't know!

They just gave me a question.

I don't know if my choice was right or wrong!

That's all I can choose!

Even now, you think that this diary I have written is wrong.

Even if! You think my choice was wrong!

It doesn't matter even more! My choice was wrong!

They.

Rush the void people! It's me who chooses!

I am the one who decides the fate of the earth~!

(A thick, long stroke runs from the upper left corner of the book to the lower right corner.) ）

(Flip another page)

I...

I'm scared.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I can't do it to my own control over the fate of humanity on the entire planet!

I can't.

I can't do it!!!

I knew very well that they were pushing me.

I'm pushing myself too.

But!!!!!

I.

Can't make such a decision!!

(A thick line runs from one side of the note to the end.) Underneath it, dots are drawn one by one. ）

(Underneath the dots, the author writes a lot of scribbled and illegible words.) ）

(I...... Unwillingly! Well... And they were right! I!.. No. Recognize.. Recognize, I recognize! No.. ）

Liu Moqing looked at the handwriting with difficulty.

He was in Sikong Jing's rented house at this time.

When he learned the news of Sikong Jing's disappearance, his first reaction was that Sikong Jing had defected.

He spent a full twelve hours in the room rented by Sikong Jing. In his hand, there is Sikong Jing's diary.

He flipped through this so-called "diary". He even knew that Sikong Jing did not have the habit of writing a diary.

Or, Sikong Jing has a habit of keeping a diary.

Sikong Jing's diary is the content of his daily text messages.

Every day, Sikong Jing would send him the content of his work that day in the form of text messages.

However, in those days, since the days when Sikong Jing disappeared, there was no text message sent to his mobile phone.

And his 'diary' began to be written from the day he disappeared.

Chong Xuren kidnapped Sikong Jing!

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I'm sorry, guys, I don't really want to make this dividing line, but I think that no matter who is watching or not, it is good to give an opinion after seeing this? At least before I wrote 300,000 words, your encouragement or criticism was my progress. Please leave your comments, I really forgive me!