Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

These three questions are said to be the ultimate puzzle that plagues all philosophers, and countless scholars have been unable to understand them in their lifetimes.

Now I'm thinking about the first two questions.

I was lying on a bed, all around me empty, and I was the only one in the room.

The question is, who am I? I can't remember, it's a mess in my head.

I tried to move my toes, and it worked.

I tried to twist my head again, this time with some difficulty because I noticed that I had a cast on my cervical spine, but I managed to deflect my head a few degrees.

At this point, I think I've finally solved the problem of where I am.

There is a kettle next to my pillow with a "ten" clearly drawn on it in red paint.

This is the hospital.

Realizing that I was lying on my back in a hospital bed, I closed my eyes and opened them again, three times in total. The fog cleared, and the so-called memory stuff returned.

I remembered that my name was Izmail, that I was an officer in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and that I had accompanied my superior, Second Lieutenant Humphrey, to the planet Medawa.

As soon as I thought of this, the explosion, the black shadow, and the muzzle of the gun also appeared in front of my eyes.

No!

I broke out in a cold sweat.

I tried to lift my hand and found that I had a sling needle hanging from it.

That's when I finally straightened things out.

The Ameriga exploded - I escaped in a survival pod - and then suddenly a black figure with a gun appeared in front of my rescue pod - I may have been hit by a bullet, but I was lucky not to die - I was rescued and taken to the hospital.

It took me about ten minutes to figure this out, and ten minutes later, a nurse poked her head out the door.

As for me, I wanted to call her, but before I could speak, she turned and walked away.

What an irresponsible nurse!

I tried to shout to get her back, but at this point, I found that my mouth could only make an "ahh

I was in a bit of a hurry, and I tried to sit up and press the prompt bell on the bed.

I tried to sit up with the strength of my lower body. Although my muscles were exhausted, I succeeded.

It was pitch black outside, and from the window, only a few lonely stars flickered.

I winked at them, then I struggled to lift my hand and touched my finger to the bell.

My fingers touched lightly, as if they were caressing the baby's face.

Fortunately, the touch key of the prompt bell was sharp, and the bell rang.

After about a minute, a nurse ran in.

I wasn't sure if she was the one who had just come in to see me, and when she saw me sit up, she covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, as if she had seen the most unlikely thing in her life.

"Ahh

I let out a cry.

"Ahh

The nurse made a louder noise than I did, and ran outside like a ghost.

As she ran, she shouted "Doctor, doctor." ”

Several doctors in white coats appeared in front of me, the oldest of whom lifted my eyelids and watched carefully.

After reading it, he exclaimed "miracle, miracle" again and again.

I said "ah, ah" a few more times, I had questions to ask him, a lot of questions.

The doctor clearly understood what I meant. He took out a pair of instruments called "Brain Companions" and put them on my head.

That way, I can talk to him by thinking about it.

"Dr. Song, what's wrong with me?" I asked.

When I saw the old doctor's face, I knew where I was.

The First Hospital of the Federal Capital, the best hospital in the Federation. The doctor in front of him is named Song Zhe, who is an expert in orthopedics and traumatology. He often appears in the newscasts that save lives.

"You're good, Lady Izmail." Dr. Song Zhe smiled gently at me, "I really don't know if it's a miracle or God forbid." The bullet that was supposed to pierce your heart actually passed through your heart valve, leaving your internal organs alive despite the burns. ”

Hearing Dr. Song's words, I couldn't help but want to touch my heart. But the weakness of my hands made it impossible for me to do this.

On the side, Dr. Song also understood what I wanted to do through the "brain companion", and he advised me to rest well and not move.

I listened to the doctor. Next, I asked about the rest of the Ameriga aboard.

Humphrey, Captain Polk...... Are they safe and sound?

Dr. Song didn't answer my question, he just walked to the front of the hospital bed and turned on the TV.

Pressing the replay function, I could clearly see a line of subtitles in front of the newscaster: The Aamiplus Catastrophe, all killed.

I was dumbfounded.

Everyone was killed, which meant that I was the only one who survived.

"This news was three days ago, when you had just been taken to the hospital," Dr. Song said. Although you were immediately put into the repair fluid, your vital signs were chaotic, and some unscrupulous reporters counted you among the victims in pursuit of sensational headlines. ”

In fact, there is no need for Dr. Song to explain, how unscrupulous the reporters of Capital Star are, and I am also very clear.

What is the slaughter of the city for thirty-three hours, artificial people and artificial people, and zero-wave ribs, there is no headline that reporters dare not write.

Rather than being concerned about that, I am more concerned about who the killer is, who or which terrorist organization attacked the Amegar.

The black shadow with the red eyes, the black shadow that almost killed me, I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

Dr. Song obviously couldn't give me an answer to this question.

But he told me that Minister Pashazun and Deputy Minister Teresa of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were very concerned about my condition, and now that I have woken up, I believe that it will not be long before the two ministers will come to see me, and that they may give me an answer.

After saying this, Dr. Song told me to get some rest, and then he took the others out.

Silence returned to the room, and I lay down honestly.

I didn't expect an ordinary mission to be attacked, and I would be the only survivor of the attack.

"Looks like I'm lucky. When I am discharged from the hospital, I will definitely go to church to thank God for my blessing. I said to myself.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came to mind in my mind: "If you want to thank me, thank me." Oh yes. Thank you for the two big stomach burgers. ”

First, I'm pretty sure that the sound is real and not my auditory hallucinations. Second, the source of the sound is definitely not anywhere in the ward, but from my head.

Someone hacked into my brain like a computer!