*Diary No. 4*

In this, Lyudmila is even mentioned; Unexpectedly.

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Now, sitting alone in a deserted residence, the mood can be said to be very depressed.

Lyudmila...... This girl I love so much, she is so beautiful and moving, but she has repeatedly frowned at me before; In front of so many strangers, even a barely suppressed whispered reprimand makes people feel embarrassed.

This morning, I went outside the apartment door again and tried to have a good talk with her, but still got a cold response, and then ended up with an unhappy parting. Yes, in fact, I should have known a long time ago that this unrequited pursuit would not lead to anything; Presumably, in her eyes, like the simple-minded, idle young people in the streets of Moscow, I was just an insignificant admirer of her.

But how can such an explanation extinguish the rising flame in the heart?

Even a lone wanderer like me, who is clearly a little out of society, can't help but be thrilled when I meet a young singer by chance. It was as if an electric current was rushing through my heart in an instant, and I could only vaguely guess that this was probably the so-called throbbing of love......

But why her?

In the face of this unattainable woman, there is no intersection in each other's life trajectories; It seems to be an insurmountable distance, what can I do?

The restlessness in the heart is about to break out of the cage; How long can I hold out in the face of unprecedented temptation? Even if it's such a gloomy and terrifying ability, if you use it once, or twice...... I guess there won't be any problems.

Probably...... At this point, I can't care about that much.

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It was late at night.

On the screen, it is still a monotonous display of white characters on a black background; Viktor Rezenov's last diary entry was dated January 25, 1996. It was in this diary that Long Yun felt that he was once again close to the truth of the crossing incident, although it was only some indescribable concepts; He could sense between the lines that Victor seemed to have some inexplicable premonition about the aerial encounter that triggered his crossing.

Diary No. 5 (Final)

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It's been two months since I came to the group.

Didn't contact anyone, just did the necessary training every day; The feeling of flying a fighter plane to the air for cruise is completely heartfelt. In order not to make people suspicious, it was a bit boring to make those rusty and crappy flight maneuvers before, but now that I think about it.

But the investigation is still inconclusive, what is going on?

The organization's intelligence should be reliable, because it is entirely a clue that you have compiled yourself. How many years has it been since a mysterious fighter plane crossed the border of East Germany?

I didn't tell anyone about it, but I didn't feel happy when I kept it in my heart. Several routine cruises, although there was no chance to get close to the strange target, but the vague feeling from the West, although extremely ethereal, was extremely real. What kind of feeling is that, like a poisonous snake rubbing its skin in the dark......

Now that I think about it, I am not too sure, but the voice in my heart is warning:

Maybe it's someone like yourself.

Scold! -- That's ridiculous. Are you the same people as yourself?

But what kind of person I am, I still don't know. But one thing is certain: no matter what kind of existence it is, if your ideas are not wrong, it will be a great threat. Whatever kind of existence it is, as long as it is spied on by me, then I must try to get rid of it. Because it's horrible......

Yes, only you know best:

It's horrible.

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Slowly reading until the end of the document, it was not too long, but it added a thousand burdens to Long Yun's consciousness.

These intermittent records are undoubtedly the work of Victor's own handwriting; Long Yun, who was staring at the text, couldn't help but think that after a long journey through time, he had finally found some clues, and he could understand the life trajectory of this Red Air Force pilot from a very strange perspective.

But—it took a considerable time to look at the diaries, and at last to see the last one, that is, to read all the records that Victor had written, and although some of the long-standing questions in his mind had dissipated, only more new doubts had arisen in his mind. In other words, after having this first-hand historical information, Long Yun discovered what he had experienced, as well as the mysterious character Victor, whose complex and mysterious Cheng dù was far beyond his imagination.

After reading all these diaries, or some of Victor's memoirs, Long Yun, whose brain was stagnant, sat in front of the computer for a moment, and then got up a little mechanically, took off his dressing gown, and lay down on Lyudmila's bed.

I don't know why, until he was able to see these diaries, all he had in his heart was curiosity; But when he really saw those records and seemed to get the key to solving the puzzle, now Long Yun almost subconsciously felt a little frightened.

Yes, it's a bit of a fear: a fear that is so deeply rooted in human consciousness that it is like seeing a bottomless abyss that unconsciously lingers in the mind. With a depressed feeling of unhappiness, Long Yun took the sleeping young singer into his arms, and unconsciously felt the shallow breath with youthful vitality; It took a long time for him to calm down and temporarily put an end to the assumptions and conjectures that made him shudder a little.

Sure enough, something unknown...... It's the most terrifying.

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Returning to reality from his sleep and seeing that it was still dark outside the window, Long Yun knew that he had woken up exceptionally early this time.

Having just experienced that kind of crossing, thinking of Victor's long diary, the text records in it seem to still appear in front of his eyes; In a trance, Long Yun raised his arm, only to find that there was nothing but air in the arms of the crooked arm.

Oh...... After all, it's just a matter of a parallel world.

Having said that, lying on the bed for a long time and not getting up, Long Yun's thoughts gradually became clear when such a silent dawn was approaching; Carefully recalling the diary he had seen before, Long Yun spliced together the fragments of the trajectory that Victor had recorded intermittently like shredded paper for detective restoration, trying to sort out a clear vein from it.

Or at least he wanted to figure out what the life of Victor was?

Without any distracting thoughts, without the assistance of any pen and paper, Long Yun's distracting thoughts faded into his mind, and a clear rough picture gradually emerged.