"I don't want to go any further.

When I saw the little girl, I didn't know if I would save her or kill her.

I picked up the gun and shot myself in the head.

It's not my head anymore, it's the nest of a monster.

As the bullet passed through my head, I heard a cry of rage.

I found myself flying out of my body, suspended in mid-air, looking condescendingly at my body.

It could no longer be called a body, but a monster, a monster full of sharp teeth and eyes, a thousand times more disgusting than the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my life.

The monster waved its tentacles all over its body, and all eyes were on me.

My human skin could no longer contain it, and it was torn apart and fell to the white ground, turning into black mud-like stains.

I said to the monster, I can't fight you, but I can decide my life, I will never let you use my body to hurt the little girl, so let's end it now.

The monster made a hoarse voice, mixed with a lot of noise, he was scolding me, what a stupid inferior creature, the hateful time crawler, saying that I didn't understand what kind of existence he was at all, he represented the true will of time and space, and the little reptile jumping around was the betrayer, the guide of the alien invasion force.

I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could feel the anger and reluctance in his tone.

He's angry, and that's right.

The chairman has said that the enemy scolds me, and the harder he scolds, the better. The harder the enemy scolds, the more we hit their vital point. So they were angry. That's a good thing.

Now this monster is just going mad.

The monster's waving tentacles tried to grab me, but the tentacles passed through my body and couldn't touch me.

I noticed that my body had become translucent, and I had reverted back to my original self, wearing a green uniform and a hat, the only bright color in this miserable white world.

I laughed at the monster in the air, calling him ugly and pitiful.

The monster was so angry that it kept changing shapes, and then came to grab me, but each time it pierced through my body.

The monster was even angrier, and scolded me even more.

It seems that if I chose to commit suicide, the damage to him was really not ordinary, otherwise according to the way he showed when he was Pan Haisheng, he would not have said so many useless words to me.

Only when there is nothing to be done will they choose to abuse.

The monster changed shape many times, until one time, he took the form of a strange tree full of tentacles, and the tentacles reached out and entangled me all at once.

The monster smirked, saying that I was still a member of the infinite plane, and that it would take me wherever I went.

Only then did I realize that the monster had changed and was looking for a form that could catch me.

This is really a terrible monster, can he hurt all enemies? Just keep changing the shape.

But I wasn't scared at all.

The chairman said that people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather, I dare not say that I die heavier than Mount Tai, but it is always valuable.

The monster pulled me closer, and all the tentacles drilled into my body, and it looked like he was trying to use my body to harm the little girl.

But now I don't even have the strength to kill myself.

But my body is transparent now, and even if he gets in, he can see it clearly.

The monster seemed to know what I was thinking, and he laughed at me and said that as long as I couldn't jump out of infinite time and space, my body was his best cover, and as long as I got in, the little girl wouldn't be able to find him.

He also said that the little girl had been wandering in time and space for too long, and that she didn't see creatures the same way I did, and that if he could get into my body, he would be able to get close to the damn guide and wipe her out and out of the possibility of an alien invader.

The monsters huddled together and all burrowed into my body, and I could clearly see that my body was an inky black mass, constantly changing and wriggling, it was so bad.

But I was still in control of my body, so I sat down and didn't move forward.

The monster angrily said that if I don't go to the little girl, I will only be trapped here forever, and I will never be freed again, and if I am willing to cooperate with him, he can give me a chance to be freed again, and he can arrange for me to choose whatever life I want, whatever I want, whatever I want, all the money and beauty in the world, all the best things, as long as I want to get it.

I told him that I liked it and I wanted to enjoy it, but if I really valued it, I wouldn't have to follow the president to build this new country. He doesn't understand people like us at all.

The monster also made me think about my family, about my unfinished business, about these regrets.

I told him that although I regretted it, I definitely did not regret my choice.

The monster kept tempting me in all sorts of ways, but I refused.

In the end, the monster said that if I didn't cooperate with him, he would return to my plane, destroy the whole human race, destroy the whole world, and then everything that little girl did would be meaningless, she would have to start over, and he would still have a chance to destroy her.

I don't think this monster is lying, he should have this ability.

But so what, I just have to do what I can do on my own.

The monster was really angry, and he crawled out of my body again, turning his tentacles into sharp blades, saying that if he tore me apart, little by little, but he would not let me die, and let me feel the greatest pain here for eternity, and make me regret going against him.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly appeared behind the monster, as if she had been standing there.

She was still wearing that very foreign dress, and the colors on her body were particularly bright, which lit up the whole world.

She frowned, looked at the monster, and drew a very long sword, which cut the monster in half with a single sword.

Only then did the monster realize the existence of the little girl, and waved its tentacles to catch the little girl.

But the little girl with her sword easily slashed the monster to pieces.

In the end, the monster reluctantly told the little girl that she would not succeed, because it represented the will of the plane itself, and no one could interfere with it.

The little girl said that there was nothing that could not be interfered with, and if he was really the will of the plane itself, then she only needed to solve the reason for the will of the plane.

The monster said that it was impossible, that she would fail, just like the guide who had been sent by the invaders before, he would die here, and that he would have countless chances to start over, but she couldn't, and to die was to die.

The little girl shook her head and said that the monster had no idea what he was up against, and that he had no idea of true power.

Then the little girl raised her hand and shot out a light, not to hurt the monster, but as if to show something to the monster, and there were many strange symbols in the light, which flowed down like a waterfall.

When the monster saw it, little by little, it turned into the same symbols as in the light, and finally all of them disappeared.

The little girl triumphed.

I was happy from the bottom of my heart, but the little girl was not happy at all, she looked at me with a frown, and looked at me for a long time, as if she was making a decision.

I think maybe it's the monster that came into contact with her, or maybe it's because I've been going through those two days over and over again, causing her a lot of trouble.

I told her that if there was anything to bother her, kill me, and I had no problem.

Anyway, I'm already dead, and now it's quite uncomfortable to be alive and dead.

But the little girl said that she could not kill me, because I had done her a great favor, or she would have been plotted by this monster, and although this monster was no match for her, if the damage done to her was too great, she would have to suspend her investigation for the time being, but in that case, some things would have become out of control.

She said to me that this is the beginning and the end of everything, and that it is not good for me that I, as an ordinary human being, will be involved in it, but in order to repay me for her help, she can send me back, and guarantee me and my descendants at least thirty years of wealth, not at most thirty years, and then it can only depend on my own fate and that of my descendants, and she cannot interfere indefinitely for too long.

I said that she looked down on me too much, and it was still the same sentence, if I wanted to enjoy the blessings, I would not abandon my family and business and carry my head to death.

Those of us have never valued these things most, but more ambitious ideals.

The little girl said that she understood our ideals, but she looked at her expression and was very disapproving, probably because in the eyes of people like her, our ideals were very small. But it is enough for us to be great.

The little girl thought about it for a long time, and finally said that she would send me back, but I had to keep my mouth shut about what was happening here, and I would not tell anyone for at least thirty years, and if I did, it would lead to something unpredictable. She also talked about my notebook, and said that she would leave it for me, and that I could write it down, but not for thirty years, and that I should not take anything with me when I returned.

Of course I didn't bring anything.

The little girl pushed me, and I started flying back.

No, it's not flying back, it's that I'm going backwards.

I retreated into my body, retreated to the car, and began to drive backwards.

But it only stopped when I started to peel myself.

I seemed to hear the monster's noisy scream, and I seemed a little proud and a little angry.

The sound came from my body.

Then the white world in front of me began to crumble.

I lost all consciousness.

By the time I came to my senses, I was already lying on a bed in 301 Hospital.

They said I had been in a hospital bed for more than two years and had been unconscious.

I asked them what was going on.

They said that there was an accident in the May 11 project, there was a collapse for unknown reasons, and my comrades-in-arms and I in the fortifications were buried under the rubble, and when they dug it up, only I was still alive, and everyone else was already dead.

It's completely different from what I've experienced.

But everybody said that, and they showed me pictures of the scene.

Many people came to see me, leaders at all levels also came, and the chairman also sent his secretary to see me, and told me to recuperate from my injuries and continue to work when I am ready. The boss also came, and I wanted to ask him if he remembered the previous incident, but I didn't dare to ask. If I had asked this question, I would have to tell those things, and the little girl had warned me very solemnly that I could not tell them.

Mr. Qian also came in person, but he sat on the edge of my bed, just looked at me, did not speak, and finally sighed and said that this was fine.

I asked him what was good.

Qian Lao told me that it is impossible for the May 11 project to collapse, unless someone makes it collapse, then the people who die there are destined to die, and since I am not dead, something must have happened that outsiders do not know. He warned me that if I remember these things, then don't say them, tell no one, and take the secret in my stomach and take it to the grave.

Qian Lao must know something.

I asked him if the Kirovsky prototype was a fan of the success of other countries?

Qian Lao asked me who told me this name.

I said he told me.

Qian Lao smiled, didn't say anything else to me, patted my hand and left.

I think that's the end of it.

After keeping this diary, I will hide this diary and not show it to anyone.

No, it's not just this notebook, there's something else.

My cheeks!

When I woke up, I realized that the skin of my face, which I had peeled off to make a mask, was caught in a journal and pressed under my pillow.

I think it was given to me by the little girl, otherwise no one would have found out.

I don't know why she gave me back this cheek, but since it was given to me, it had her intentions.

I don't have the courage to put this face back on mine, though.

I've got a face again, so let's hide this one in the diary together.

The May 11 project, for me, is over.

Goodbye, little girl.

Goodbye, 511 Project.

Goodbye, Kirovsky archetypal puzzle.

I'm probably never going to touch it again.

But there is always some reluctance, and if possible, I still want to know more. ”

It stands to reason that the journal should end here.

But when Zhou Yang turned this page, he found that there was still some content one after another, but the span of these contents was larger, and he only remembered it once in a few years or even more than ten years.

And this record with a long interval shows the change of Xie Zhengkun's mental journey.

Although he said goodbye in his diary, Xie Zhengkun couldn't forget those things together, which also made him have a strong interest in mysterious powers in the following decades.

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