Chapter 8: Night (3)
On the second floor, Luo Jing's bedroom. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"You're too ruthless, Jing'er. A male voice said.
Luo Jing held a mobile phone in her right hand and a dagger in her left hand. She was on a video call with a man's face on her phone. The man had a thin face, deep eyes, and an indescribable temperament.
"Wenwen, don't say it. Luo Jing said coquettishly, "It's so expensive to call, hurry up." β
"Aren't you afraid of causing a backlash from them?"
Luo Jing smiled: "Don't be afraid, I have nothing to be afraid of." There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Coming here, it's even more terrifying than hell. I've seen too much, thank you, Wenwen, I'm glad I still have you. β
The man smiled and said, "Why are you saying this again, be happy, be happy." β
"Wenwen, are you saying I'm doing this right?"
"I don't know, just sit down if you want to. If you can't save someone, then you might as well let him enjoy less pain. β
"However, I have no right to deprive others of the right to live, and I don't know if I am right to do so. β
"Don't blame yourself too much, reality itself is so cruel. They died, and this is their life, and when we die, this is also our life. We're leaving, and I just hope that more people will survive before we leave. I don't want to see death anymore, especially with feelings, alas. You have to remember that our resources are limited, but the people we have to save are unlimited. We can only choose some people who seem to live a little longer, otherwise none of them will survive. β
"It seems that that incident hit you hard, and Xiao Yuan. By the way, after we left, it was Xiao Yuan, right? Luo Jing's tone suddenly became a little sad.
"Yes, after leaving, it will be Xiao Hua. I don't regret it, I never regret it. β
"But what should she do with Xiaoxi? She just came, why did she get involved!" For some reason, Luo Jing shed tears, and the sadness of her voice made you can't believe that this is the voice she can make.
"I'll put all my artifacts in a box. I can't tell her much, she's still young and hasn't experienced the vicissitudes of life. The people in the transfer station have been contaminated, and you don't have any good materials in this batch of newcomers?"
"Yes, there are three. Luo Jing wiped her tears and said.
"Are you courting them?"
"Well, there are four other people, and they ......."
"Don't help them too much, don't be too close. We are leaving, and we can only find trusted people to entrust, not mediocre people. Whether they survive or not depends on their lives. You must listen to me, did you do what I asked me before you came?"
"Hmm. But I still couldn't make up my mind. β
"Didn't you make an example of the monkey?"
"No, only a small lesson. β
"Wellβ" the man sighed, "be careful, watch out for those four. Remember, people do anything to survive. β
"Okay, but I'm still afraid of Xiaoxi's ......"
"Don't be afraid. The man stood up and said, "I, Sima Wen, will definitely keep my promise to you." I will definitely let Xiaoxi survive and let her live. β
"Knock, knock, knock. β
"Who is it?"
The third floor, Wang Hua's room.
Tonight, it's dark and deep. The sky was dotted with stars, and a strange long ribbon hung on it, it was the forgotten Milky Way.
Zhao Zhi reclined on the windowsill with her legs resting slightly on it. She looked up at the Milky Way. It was the first time she had seen the Milky Way, and maybe it would be her last. She watched obsessively, but she couldn't see it all.
"The universe is wonderful. Zhao Zhi suddenly said, "Every point on this is a planet. Either it has been destroyed, or it is still growing. Or a dead place, or a living place. They are just a point in our eyes, and we are also a point in their eyes. β
"What do you want to express?" said Wang Hua, who was sorting out his diary with Ye Wei. The diary is not very well preserved, although it looks good on the surface, but because there is no back cover, the inner core inside has been completely molded. Only the thin layer on top remained, and a few were legible.
"What do I want to express?" Zhao Zhi smiled, matching her poignant expression, which looked very moving, "I just want to say that what we are doing now is not just a joke in the eyes of the God who built this world." β
"Don't think so much. Wang Hua stood up and said, walking in front of Zhao Zhi, "Why do we have to think so much, our life is only a hundred years." A hundred years is only a moment for the universe, but for us it is eternity, so that's it. Life is fragile and humble, but you are also a member of it. We are not gods, we are just human beings. The major events of the universe are none of our business, we just need to live well. β
"Then what do you say you should do?" Zhao Zhi asked, looking a little impressed.
"For me, I only have a ten-word creed. That's - do what is in front of you, don't live up to your lover. β
"Do what is in front of you, don't be a lover. Zhao Zhi muttered, and suddenly she laughed, "That's good." β
"Eh, you two!" Ye Wei shouted from the side, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand, and copied the contents of the sorted out diary, "Don't be lazy, come over quickly." β
"Okay, okay. Wang Hua said, and as he spoke, he walked up to Ye Wei and took the papers.
There is not much content on the paper, and the writing is large and ugly. There are many typos, just like the composition of an elementary school student. Wang Hua wasted a lot of effort before he finished reading.
The bell on the wall rang chaotically, and Wang Hua's heart was beating straight up. The content on the paper is very naΓ―ve, but it is extremely scary to think about. He probably already knew the appearance of the ghost and the cause of death.
"What's wrong? Zhao Zhi asked.
Wang Hua didn't speak, just handed the paper to Zhao Zhi, and finally instructed: "A little mentally prepared." β
"What the hell is written here?" Zhao Zhi asked strangely, she took the paper and looked down carefully. After a long time, she raised her head and said, "This house owner is definitely a pervert." β
January 1
My dad taught me how to write, and I knew a lot of words. I'll keep a journal. This is my reward for killing a demon for the first time.
April 6
Dad, I'm happy, Dad came to see me. Dad brought food, it was so delicious! Dad hadn't been here for a long time, and Dad and I were very happy.
June 32nd
Today is the day of sleeping, I'm so sleepy. Dad didn't come, I'm so bored.
June 33rd
I woke up as soon as the bell rang, yes. Just wait for the next bell to ring.
Dad came, came out of the ground, and brought food.
I'm so happy, really happy. Dad gave me another exorcism.
August 1
It hurts, the red demon is finally here.
It's great to be here, I haven't seen you for more than 70 days! Dad is going to be unhappy. Daddy is happy, and Sylvie will be happy.
There is only one point in the diary, and now that it has been sorted out, there are only these few articles that can be connected into writing. All that's left is a few moldy broken sentences, and a small half of the text that can't be opened because it's too wet.
From this diary, we can learn that the ghost's name should be Sylvie. Ye Wei patted a few pieces of paper on the table and said, "This person is really perverted, how could he take this name." β
"Metamorphosis is another matter, the key is how do you know that this name is perverted!" Wang Hua thought silently in his heart, and he also saw this meaning from Zhao Zhi's eyes.
But judging from the fact that he named her Sylvie, the diary was written 14 or 15 years later. And judging from the fact that he already has an aunt...... Zhao Zhi, look at you, how old was your aunt when she first came?"
"Ahh How do you ask these questions without blushing or beating your heart? What have you experienced in the past few years abroad? Oh, by the way, you care about the dull profits, and that makes sense. Thankfully, you're not in England. Otherwise......" Wang Hua didn't dare to think about it.
"Perverted!" Zhao Zhi scolded, "You pervert! Why are you asking this! What does it have to do with this mission!" two very delicate crimson lines rose on her face.
"It's related, of course it's related, it's related to our lives. Ye Wei said, "Hurry up, Miss Zhao Zhi, I won't tell anyone anyway." β
"I won't say it, you pervert. Zhao Zhi snorted.
"Please put aside your prejudices, ma'am. You are now in a transit station in hell, not in your home. What we do now is related to whether we can survive now. So now, please let go of all your preconceptions in real life and get back to your original nature. Excuse me, when was your first time?"
"12, not 13. Zhao Zhi said shamefully, her voice getting quieter and quieter at the end, just like a mosquito.
"12 or 13, right. Ye Wei thought for a moment in his heart and said, "In this way, we should be in a certain period of time in the future. β
"What!" Wang Hua and Zhao Zhi exclaimed together, and said in disbelief, "Ye, Ye Wei, what do you mean by this." No, not kidding. β
"Of course not. Ye Wei said, "I have my own rigorous reasoning. Her name is Sylvie, and that name has a special meaning. As for what special significance, I can't say yet. Anyway, you have to know that this person's name is Sylvie. If I'm not mistaken, this diary should have been written between the ages of twelve and thirteen. With some errors, the time when this diary was written was probably between 2020 and 2025. * That is, we are now in the future. β
Wang Hua was about to speak, when suddenly, the bell rang eleven times in a row, interrupting them.
"Click, click. There was a knock at the door. ask