I remember that I said that when I first entered the Meteorological Bureau, I was very unpopular, and everyone knew that I was a soldier of the Kuomintang, and they all sneered at me. In addition, I had a very dark personality at that time, and no one would come to talk to me at all.

Even Chen Zaihai told me that the first time he talked to me, my eyes were like death, and there was no positive emotion at all. I said in my heart that of course, who can maintain a good attitude after that kind of childhood?

When I found out that I was assigned to that WMO, I didn't really feel it at all, I just had to eat and wait for death to be in a different place. After finding the main force, I asked more than once to return to the front, and I still have a lot of accounts to settle with the Japanese.

At that time, I thought that I would not be able to avenge the revenge of the commander in my life, so I only wanted to return to the front line and die on the battlefield. End your own painful life. Just like the army of my parents, now there is only an empty number left, and I am left alone in the world again without the motivation to live.

The reason why I was in the underground tunnel was that I could easily see Nie Chuanhui's self-destructive tendencies. I'm not the one who observes people's hearts. It's the same thoughts, the same expressions, I've experienced them all myself.

But even my last wish could not be fulfilled, and the head of the regiment of the good deeds flatly rejected my request. I should have seen this kind of mentality many times when I have been on the battlefield all year round.

Children like you who haven't grown all their hair are going to war, and China is not finished to this point! These are the words that the regiment commander yelled at me back then, and I still remember them very clearly.

The regimental commander told me at the time that he didn't know what kind of mentality my commander had in order to let me go to the battlefield with them, but they still sacrificed their entire troops to save you, and he would never irresponsibly throw me back into the battlefield again, and those people definitely didn't want to see this.

After that, no matter how much I shouted the last words that the commissar said to me, the regimental commander ignored me. It didn't take long for me to be sent on the train to Chongqing.

"Child, you remember. I think the reason why the political commissar said that was just so that you could leave Nanjing properly. He doesn't want you to go back to the battlefield. Otherwise, he's just a jerk," the soldier told me what the regimental commander had left me, and left.

After that, I never saw the regiment commander again, and I don't know if he died on the battlefield or if he had returned home. On the train, I alone recalled all the past events of running with that unit, and when I thought that I would never see them in the future, my heart was as sore and painful as a knife, and tears could not stop flowing down. All the passengers around me had something to do, and they came to comfort them, some to eat, some to drink.

During this time on the train, I figured out a lot about the meaning of my own survival, what the regimental commander said

In June 1938, I arrived in Chongqing, and through the connection of the regiment commander, I was sent to that meteorological agency. As I said earlier, things in the world are often so serendipitous, but in my opinion this is called fate. I met the bastard who shot the conductor at Zhonghua Gate at the time.

I really didn't expect him to return to Chongqing well, and I later learned that this meteorological agency was based on his special unit at that time. The Nationalist Government seems to have attached great importance to this place, and during those years of concentrated bombing by the Japanese, when the Chinese Air Force avoided fighting in order to preserve its strength, and the common people suffered, this institution was also surrounded by anti-aircraft guns and searchlights.

It's as if they were going to die to guard what is in this institution.

Of course, I had no interest in the strange boxes that had been shipped out of Nanking at the time, and the secrets of this institution, and my attention was all on the bastard. I knew very well that with my ability at that time, I couldn't repay Xue Hate at all, and even if I was lucky, I wouldn't be able to run away and shoot to death in the end.

The regimental commander was right, I should cherish my life, which has been saved countless times. But I can't do that by watching my enemies flaunt their might in front of my eyes every day. No matter what, I must avenge the commander's revenge! So I hid it deeply, pretending to be a poor orphan who didn't know anything, and managed to fool everyone, including the bastard. One day, I will let this scumbag die without a place to bury!

I have the impression that this meteorological agency is about five stories high, with a basement and a bomb shelter underneath. It was a very rare high-rise building back then, and the bastard's office was in the middle of the fourth floor. The first and second floors are filled with all kinds of strange equipment and machines, and the third floor is where the data and various data are processed. My daily job is to send the results of the first and second floors to the third floor, and the workload is not very large, but it is very boring.

I never knew what the basement and the fifth floor were, these two places have been blocked by thick three-proof doors, and they can't be opened at all without a special method.

The people here are very friendly to me, and everyone smiles when they see me, as if I am the mascot of this institution. It seemed to me that these people probably liked me at first, but as time went on, I realized that there seemed to be something missing from the way these guys looked at me.

As I said at the beginning of this novel, the weather agency I live in is actually very strange. Not only did I find no record of it from any source, but it also referred to the change in my atmosphere in the years I had been here, which was so unusual that I almost forgot that I had revenge.

Knowing that this body has something to do with the meteorology, and I also heard about it from the mouths of the people involved in the surrender with me, I can't find any official records, everything is inference.

For the first few years, the people seemed to be working like crazy on something, almost to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, and that was also the busiest period of time, when I was awake and I could hardly stop. At that time, the eyes of these people were full of enthusiasm and excitement, as if they had discovered something amazing. That bastard is even more of a strong encouragement, which we work hard on.

But it didn't take long for the atmosphere surrounding the institution to change. I don't remember exactly when it started, but there must have been a clear opportunity for the whole organization to change. It's hard to put into words, but if I have to, I can only tell you that it happened imperceptibly. Change happens little by little, starting at one point in time

One day, I suddenly noticed that the enthusiasm and excitement in these happy eyes had completely disappeared, as if something had been taken away. They become unmotivated, and everything they do is mechanical. This trend intensified and eventually spread to everyone. The change was especially noticeable in that bastard, it seemed to me that his eyes were the first to die, and although he still looked kind to me, I thought it was ten thousand times more disgusting than usual.

Within a few months of that, the whole institution died, and I don't mean everyone inside died. It's just a description, all the staff in it, their eyes end up being exactly the same as that bastard. It really doesn't get weirder than that for me. It's terrible to think about everyone around me who seems to have their souls drained one by one, and become like the walking dead, this kind of thing happens around me every day, it's really terrifying. Because you don't know when this change will happen to you.

A month or two before the PLA captured this place, all of them went crazy trying to protect themselves. But it seems to me that their spirits have become very abnormal, and it stands to reason that they should retreat to the rear. But they didn't do that, they just strengthened the building, either nailing boards to the doors and windows, or thickening the façade.

During this time, the entire building was transformed beyond recognition, with a wall protruding here and a large chunk thick there. From a distance, the building looks like a twisted monster, perfectly reflecting the mental state of the people inside.

Strangely, however, until the end, I didn't become like them. After that, I thought about it for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that I must have some kind of difference from them to be fine, and this difference could be that I didn't do anything, or didn't touch anything. I can only come to one conclusion when I think about it, and that is the scarlet chests.

Their changes must have something to do with these damn chests. When I saw these boxes, I felt chills all over my body, and I subconsciously wanted to stay away from them. Although the colors are different, I just know that these boxes are the things they shipped out of Nanjing back then!

That red color was definitely not dyed with any dye, I'm sure of that. It didn't even change from the outside, it seemed to be slowly seeping out of the inside of the box, and my first impression was that it was actually a living person, and the people inside had been being raised for several years, and at the same time he or she was also being bled little by little, and the blood that was drawn out eventually stained the box red. For a long time, this image was a haunting nightmare for me.

The agency has probably been working on these strange boxes for years, and it's so excited about what progress they've probably made in the first place. And as the research continues, they may find something that is difficult to accept, or something else, and they are difficult to accept the result, so it ends up being like that.

It's hard to believe, but I think it's the only possibility. After all these years here, it's just me and I've never touched those weird boxes.

As for my revenge, I don't know if it's complete, because before being taken over by the People's Liberation Army here, all the leaders of the bastard, killed themselves in their own offices.

Although I used some small means to keep them out of their office