It's been 15 days since I came here.

This deserted town is located on an unknown island off the coast of Ireland in the Atlantic Ocean. The reason why I chose to record my life every day is because if I didn't, I was afraid that I would go completely crazy. The town is strange inside and out, no, I should say that the whole island has an extremely evil and eerie atmosphere.

I had a hunch that I might not make it out alive. As I was writing this, I began to feel unwarranted headaches again...... Damn, I had to concentrate to keep remembering and writing these things.

This diary should be a clue for others, if anyone can pick it up.

Okay, let's go back to the beginning.

Here's how it happened: On February 4, 2019, Chinese New Year's Eve, I received a notice of the space area mission. This is my seventh mission, and when I first got the prompt, I was confident. After all, I've had a thrilling ride on the previous missions, and this seventh time should be no problem.

But what I didn't expect was that the lineup of Dream Breakers participating in the sub-mission turned out to be so terrifying.

Shan Hongwei, Xu Zhen, Lv Qing, Dai Shikai, Qing Shui......

The dreambreakers who have completed nine missions in the space have all gathered here. From that moment on, I knew that the difficulty of this mission was probably going to reach an extremely terrifying peak, and I would be able to leave alive. I'm starting to waver.

The number of Dream Breakers on this mission is 24, which is also an unprecedented number. Now that I think about it, so many lives are just victims of the killing carnival carried out by the space.

After entering the mission, we found that the location of this mission is an uninhabited town that has been abandoned for decades, and there is no time limit for this mission, and there is only a short sentence about the content of the blood word: find a way to leave the town and return to space.

……

I have to say that the climatic conditions here are really harsh. On the day we entered the deserted town, we encountered unprecedented disaster weather.

At this time, even the first district, which has always been a maverick, had no choice but to hide in the same hotel as us. After all, it's already the strongest building in the whole town. Under the leadership of our respective captains, we all stayed in the hotel.

Just as it was getting dark, we saw the storm sweeping in our direction. The rainstorm that night was so great that the wind whining in my ears was like a wretched spirit, tearing at the rotten window lattice. The wind was blowing, the fragile windows were crackling, and the wind was mixed with the loud sound of glass breaking. My teammates and I huddled in a leaky room, drenched and soaked. I even wonder if the houses here are so dilapidated that they can really stand up to the storms.

The night the rain hit, I think it wasn't just me, everyone couldn't sleep.

The next day, when the early morning sun shone through the broken windows, I thought the last night's panic was over. But who would have thought that the real nightmare had just begun at this time.

That night, two Dream Breakers disappeared without a sound. There were no signs and no one noticed.

In later quests, unless the Dream Breaker deliberately does it, disappearing means death.

Someone suggested that there was something strange in the hotel, and after everyone agreed, they left the place and began to explore this mysterious town.

[At this point, the last pages of the diary have been torn out]

It's the 38th day, and I know that Space doesn't intend to let us go back alive at all, everyone will die here, everyone !!!!

They went into the mountains against our advice and never returned. Only a madman would venture into the mountains, knowing what a danger they would encounter if they left the town.

Why would everyone believe that man's nonsense? Can't they see that the man is trying to drag everyone into the water!

Fortunately, there were some people who did the same as I thought, and we rejected his offer and chose to stay in town.

They left fifteen days ago, and there has been no news so far.

I know they're all dead – that's what happened to me.

For the rest of the day, we can only continue to search for supplies in this town, and find a way to leave.

The next day, we found out that the town was full of dangers, and wherever there was darkness, those things would haunt them......

……

As soon as we entered the mission, we sensed that the atmosphere in this deserted town was very wrong. Not only other people, but I often felt panic and fear for no reason, and after seeing those things, I found that I couldn't control my emotions, and my mind was as painful as if it had been torn apart by something.

Although after a few more days, we found a warehouse in the basement of the church with a large amount of lighting supplies, enough to protect it from the darkness. But before that, another one died, and I was seriously injured in the process of escaping.

Now that we have run out of food, they have finally been driven crazy in the face of lack of supplies.

I saw with my own eyes the men digging the bodies of their dead comrades out of the earth...... That night, people who had been hungry for a long time finally had a full meal. Someone brought me those "foods", but I refused.

I'd rather starve to death than eat a piece of meat they gave me!"

Oh, I know that with the passage of time, the hope in everyone's hearts has gradually been worn out. In the face of a slim way of life, a hidden crisis everywhere, and in the face of the desire to survive, trust between people is gradually being lost.

They are no longer as aggressive as they used to be. In the beginning, it was just two or three people. During the day, they all lie in the sun, doing nothing, just in a daze, sleeping. I know that by doing this, they are saving energy and reducing the consumption of the body.

Over time, those who insisted on going out on adventures also began to give up. In their eyes, I didn't see any hope of survival, only the deathly silence.

……

Lately, they've been looking at me strangely, no longer looking at their own companions, less like humans, but at food.

I know they're already eyeing me. At such times, the helpless women and the injured are often vulnerable.

But compared to a beautiful woman with a beautiful figure and a figure, the injured person is obviously more suitable. After all, a wasted person who has been injured and the props in his hand have all failed, is the best target to kill.

They began plotting behind my back, but there were rules of space, and no one could kill me.

So they cut off my medication and wanted to wait for me to die slowly, but they didn't expect that I would be able to survive for so long without medicine.

Those people had been hungry for so long that it seemed they couldn't wait. So, last night, with a false smile, someone suggested that I go for a clue tomorrow.

I know they're trying to kill me by the hands of monsters so they can eat my flesh. I saw through their plan, but I agreed.

I'm sure that soon, they'll become monsters like that.

So, instead of dying at their hands, it is better to kill yourself.

Now, I've escaped from the town and into the back mountain. Now I think it's funny when I think of the surprised and surprised looks of those people. The cooked duck that is about to reach its mouth just flies like this, it must be very disappointed, right?

Hehe, the curse props are really starting to recover, and I don't want to struggle anymore, so I'm just like the group of people before, let's have a good time.

Die, this fucking everything!

At this point, the diary came to an abrupt end. The old yellowed kraft paper was still covered with a large amount of dark black and dried blood, and not far from the moss-covered old tree, some blood-stained rags were faintly visible, dirty and yellowed gauze, and red and white flesh and blood remains.

The man bent down, picked up the diary, and flipped to the last pages. Here are some text messages recorded by the owner of the diary in order to pass the time and have nothing to do, and after seeing one of the lines, the man's pupils constricted suddenly.

"Original...... So. His voice was dull and hoarse, and he seemed to be a traveler on a long journey through the desert, who had not drunk water for a long time. He stuffed the diary into the backpack behind him, and when he looked up, the man's gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake, and his eyes were cold to the end, like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

Well, the last volume focuses on the struggles and conflicts of human nature, wait and see. By the way, the last volume contains a lot of elements about the Cthulhu Mythos, but considering that most readers may not have been exposed to it, and I am new to this kind of "novelty", it is written in a more obscure way that everyone can easily understand. Under the guidance of two veteran drivers, I added these things to the book, if anyone is interested, you can search for it, and I've been reading the Cthulhu Mythos lately.