Since the first generation of the Tianhu Bart family thousands of years ago, and further up, the font recorded on the family tablet has become a flat square text with horizontal and vertical strokes.

The inscription is not so much a stele,

It's better to say "diary".

That's right, the "diary" engraved on this stone tablet of unknown material.

In the huge space dotted by the pearl of the night as if it were day, Higashinohara took a deep breath and set his eyes on this gray family monument engraved with traces of history.

......

Days of confinement: two or three years.

Get out!

Be sure to get out of this world!

Days of confinement: two or five years.

Grandpa left this world.

After he carved the line above.

I asked the doctor, who excitedly told me that my grandfather didn't spray water like a disrepaired hose after the broken gene chain and aberrations in the body's blood vessels like a disrepaired hose like everyone else...... He said a lot of terms that I didn't understand.

All I remember in the end is that

He said

Grandpa walked peacefully.

The doctor finally said that this was a major breakthrough, which meant that the ability had finally stabilized in the human body, and then excitedly went to report to his superiors.

Looking at the doctor's excited back, I was silent for a long time, touching the black collar around my neck, but still couldn't say the request to "go and see grandpa's body".

But that's fine.

Grandpa has finally left this world.

Even in this way...

Confinement days: three or one year

It's been a long time since I've recorded anything.

A few months? Few days? Maybe it's been years, but it doesn't matter, I haven't seen the real sun since I was born, and time doesn't mean much to me.

But today is something unusual.

The Doctor was smiling at me when he saw me this morning, and the spring breeze was warm.

In fact, walking in the white channel under the fluorescent lights today, I met everyone smiling at me on the way.

Something strange.

Until my friend Weixia told me that today is my birthday, eighteenth birthday, which means that I was born in this world eighteen years ago today.

To be honest, birthdays don't mean much to me, I haven't seen any relatives in this place except for my grandfather, and it only makes sense to be with my loved ones for my birthday, isn't it?

The marble floor under my body was a little cold, but my body was warm, and Weixia hugged me tightly in his arms.

She stroked my hair,

Tell me that she will spend every birthday with me until one day she leaves this world.

Leaving this world?

Lying in Weixia's arms, I looked a little confused, the fluorescent lamp above my head was a little dazzling, and I saw the two fluffy yellow fox ears on both sides of Weixia's hair and head, and the color of the surface seemed to become more and more vivid.

Raise your hand,

I touched my ear.

The pair of fox ears that have been with me since I was born and have been with me for as long as I can remember, but today they suddenly disappeared.

On my ears at this point were a pair of human ears that were the same as the Doctor's.

Suddenly, I understood why the doctor was smiling so kindly at me today.

Today is my eighteenth birthday.

My fox ears are gone.

Suddenly, I remembered that she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday half a year ago—and today her fox ears are shinier and brighter.

suddenly

There was a cold touch on his face.

Banxia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and crystal tears fell from her eyelashes, strung together into beads, and she raised her hand to wipe them, but more tears fell from between her fingers.

She suddenly took her hand away, and said to me with a trembling voice on her delicate face, promise me one thing, remember what I am now, and don't look at me when I die, okay?

I was silent for a long time and said, okay.

.......

Confinement days: three or one year

This time it seems that there has not been a long time since the last one, but in such a dark place, it seems that it is impossible to make people feel the meaning of life without recording something.

Not... Perhaps life doesn't have any meaning in the first place.

Okay, I'll admit that I'm a little bit like the third-rate philosophers of the Fox District Library on the island, but I'm going to engrave it again today because two things happened.

The first thing was that not long after my ears returned to normal, I was taken to an "aptitude test" by the Doctor and a lot of people in white hazmat suits, and my performance pleased the Doctor and some of the big men in black above.

And so he was rewarded.

——The activity space has changed from an iron fence room of about eight square meters to all the passages and corridors in the entire fox area, and you can occasionally go to the big canteen to improve the food.

By the way, once I came across a transport truck covered with a white cloth on the passage.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but for a moment, my vision seemed to penetrate the white cloth covering the transport cart.

Beneath the white cloth were rows of cages with orange fur and yellow fur, two black eyes the size of grapes embedded in their small faces that seemed to be looking at me.

By the way, their heads have the same fluffy orange fox ears as Mixia.

And then...

Then I went black and fainted.

When I woke up, the doctor was smiling at me from the bedside, and the "black collar" around my neck was replaced by a larger... It's a little heavy, it's a little stiff when I sleep, and I don't feel anything special......

The doctor said it was my birthday present this year.

Well, there's a second thing.

In the spring, Mixia died.

......

Higashinohara saw this,

Suddenly, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

It is not difficult to see from these densely engraved tadpole-sized written records that the ancestors of the original world of the Tianhu Bart family seem to have been imprisoned on a certain "Shutter Island".

From the series of statements made by the recorder about the environment and the people around them, it is not difficult to see that the main purpose of their imprisonment on this island is to be used as a test subject to carry out a research project on a certain gene and ability.

This conclusion made Higashinohara also slightly surprised!

After coming to this world for more than half a year, he gradually became accustomed to people's deep awe of the heavenly beings who penetrated deep into the bone marrow and genes, and in the eyes of most ordinary humans in this world, the heavenly beings are high and cannot be blasphemed.

It's hard to imagine...

These ancestors of the celestial aristocracy who lived in the high heavens and looked down on all beings were once a group of prisoners who were confined on the island in a certain world.

Suddenly, Higashinohara remembered Okumura, the commander of the Western Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army, who was beheaded by him today. Bardy - The other party once said that the Sky Fox Bart family has hidden content that is enough to shake the status of heaven and man, is this what he is referring to on this family tablet?

It seems that the other party has been operating under the nose of the world government in the upper Kyoto city circle for more than ten years, and it is not for nothing, I don't know where to get such a shocking story, but unfortunately he was beheaded by Higashinohara before he had time to verify it.

Shaking his head, Higashinohara pulled back some complicated thoughts, and suddenly his heart moved slightly, and he thought of another question - the racial talent possessed by the "Celestials" was so powerful, who was the one who imprisoned the ancestors of the Celestial Fox Clan in that world?

Alien species?

Or... Similar?!

Taking a deep breath, Higashinohara calmed down and continued to sweep down the place he had just seen.

......

Days of confinement: four and one years

It's been a long time since I've written down anything.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and Banxia's death is like yesterday, and when you close your eyes, you can still see the skin and flesh on her body gradually falling off like "melting".

yes

I didn't follow our conventions.

I took advantage of the change in identity to sneak a look at her, but this glance kept me in mind for ten years.

I don't regret going to see her, at least it lets me know - the kids who the doctors said "fell asleep" and were taken away by men in white suits in the ten or twenty years since I was a kid, the kids who used to be like me... Where did it end up.

But there is so much to know,

Sometimes it's not always a good thing.

Over the years, I've laughed at people's meetings, put on a bigger black "collar" around my neck, and I still don't know what it is except for sleeping more panicked.

I only know that people who wear white protective clothing after wearing a collar are more willing to get close to me.

The doctor seems to trust me more, too...

Looks like it's a nice good thing.

But I think,

I have to do something...

Right! Something had to be done...

But

What can I do?

......

Days of confinement: 52 years.

Ten years have passed, no, eleven years to be exact, and I want to do something.

But nothing was done after all...

In the past eleven years, many children have come and gone in the confinement room, and the doctor's hair has become more and more pale, and sometimes he will mumble something to himself.

At one point, he stared at the collar around my neck and said words like "suppressor" and "insufficient power," and then went back to the office in a dazzle.

The next day, the doctor gave me a birthday present, as in previous years—a larger black collar, and he looked a little haggard with gray hair.

I silently put on my collar,

However, I found that the usual "tingling and discomfort" that lasted for a while when I just put on the collar did not appear.

It's weird...

But it's a good thing anyway.

Finally, I had to do something.

I said to myself in my heart.

......

Confinement days: 54 years.

One night this year, I was approached by someone who looked about the same as me, and "almost" here did not refer to age, body or appearance....

In fact, I'm short,

He's tall,

It looks very powerful.

The "almost" here is that the man is wearing a black collar around the same size as me around his neck.

And he said to me,

We fled,

Help everyone here,

Get out of this world!

To be honest, the tone in which he said this reminded me of my deceased grandfather.

And he kept his eyes on me when he said this, and when I raised my head, a pair of hot gold vertical children were reflected in my eyes, full of a breathtaking sense of oppression.

At that moment,

I know he's not a grandfather.

At the same time, I finally realized what I wanted to do all these years.

Get out.

......

Days of confinement: five or five years

This year I have eight more friends, most of whom come from different parts of this underground enclosed space, most of them are silent, wearing black collars as big as I do around their necks.

We often wander in the middle of the night like nocturnal wanderers in this vast enclosed underground space, wandering outside the bars of every enclosed room, preaching our ideas and purpose and things to be done to our companions huddled on the cold marble floor.

In fact, there is surveillance everywhere here.

The next morning, with just a slight turn on the surveillance by the Doctor and the man in the white suit, everything we did during the night would be completely exposed...

Then we will be arrested, interrogated separately, and faced with the consequences that no one knows...

But that didn't happen.

Because. I can make us disappear into the surveillance footage at night, and let the Doctor and the men in the white suits see only what they want to see.....

Overall, everything went smoothly.

It went a little too well.

......

It has to be said that the content engraved on the stele is not detailed, and the time span is also very large.

However, Higashinohara still glimpsed the bloodiness and cruelty of all kinds of inhumane and mysterious experiments in that dark underground world from another straightforward statement of the Sky Fox Bart family, and the subsequent struggle and escape seem to have been prepared for a long time.

Higashinohara looked down the inscription, and the time was again ten years later.

......

Days of confinement: six or six years.

Fox Zone, Dragon Zone, Lion Zone...

In the span of ten years, our power has penetrated every corner of this closed underground world.

Thanks to my abilities,

The gray-haired doctor and the man in the white hazmat suit were oblivious to all this.

The darkness will pass.

The dawn is just around the corner.

The man I first met from the Dragon District told me that his greatest wish in life was to see the real sun and feel the feeling of being enveloped in the sun.

I said, soon.

The man asked me, what is your desire.

My wish?

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the people who were walking in the closed area of the underground and tightly wrapped in white protective suits, showing only a pair of emotionless eyes from head to face.

Don't know why... I could see through the wallpaper, but not through the white suits.

Over the decades,

I've always been curious about the people who silently send batches of children into this underground world and silently carry the "sleeping" children out in sealed bags wrapped in tight protective clothing.

What does it look like?

Is it just like us?

The man from the Dragon District was stunned when he heard this, was silent for a moment, patted me on the shoulder and said that he would help me fulfill this wish.

I nodded my head in thanks.

I knew he could do it, because he was the strongest man in this black collar underground.

......

Days of confinement: six or seven years.

Blood...

There was blood everywhere...

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground, the white lime on the walls cracked and fell off like tofu slag, revealing large swaths of reinforced concrete, and the hard marble floor of the past was full of holes, and blood spread on the ground like a winding river to form a large pool of rouge-like blood.

I met the dying old doctor, who stopped me in an electric wheelchair.

He frantically raised his shriveled arm to me and said to me.

You can't go! You can't go! You are the hope of humanity! I had to find the reason for "all that"!

I looked at him expressionlessly,

And say to him,

We are the hope of humanity.

so

Who is our hope?

The doctor is dead.

There is nothing left of the ashes....

Behind him some men in white hazmat suits were shooting at us with weapons.

The man from the dragon district appeared at some point, the black collar around his neck was gone, and the pair of bronzing vertical figures were lit like two gas lamps, and waved his hand forward in disgust.

A storm broke out in the passage.

thereupon

Everything was "judged".

When the dust settles,

A hole in the solid wall on the opposite side appeared with a radius of about ten meters, and the reinforced concrete wall inside was like jelly and was dug out with a spoon, and everything that stood in front of it disappeared into the air.

The man from the dragon district took a step forward, flicked his fingers at the preserved corpse on the ground beside him, and easily tore off the white protective suit that tightly wrapped the whole person around the other party.

Your wish has come true.

He said.

I saw the face, it was an ordinary young face, with the same facial features as any of us, an ordinary human with a nose and two eyes.

The horror in his eyes that widened before he died was the same as the horror in the children who had been brought in and taken away again and again to inject reagents.

This result didn't surprise me too much.

It's just that inexplicably, my mind remembers the scenes I have seen in this underground world over the past few decades, those who have passed away before my eyes.

Since these piercing eyes are no longer bound by the black collar around their necks,

For decades,

I've seen so many children who died one day in hellish pain after intermittent injections of reagents that suddenly ulcerated their internal organs and burned like fire.

Suddenly, I couldn't help but laugh, and I left tears behind my laughter.

Originally....

Are we all human?

The man in the dragon district looked back at me.

Raise your legs and keep going!

Go up!

Gradually,

More and more people are coming up like a trickle of rivers from the tunnels that extend in all directions underground.

I followed, too.

Say to yourself in the bottom of your heart that those people "separate" us from human beings.

So from today,

We don't want to be "people" anymore.

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