Chapter 63

[there's a monster in front of me, I smell it My stomach is twitching.

These Monsters, occupying our city, bring only destruction. People have always said, if our Civilization is replaced by this evil creation, which is the most unreasonable thing Are the gods dead?

Or is it the devil that dominates the world?

I've been But these monsters are not what we imagined Beast, I've talked to this monster about a lot of topics, and it's not as intelligent as I am if it Put aside the contempt for me, maybe we can talk to more profound (part of the atlas is missing)

I dissected it and found that its body structure was Advanced. Ugly appearances are just our definition, just as they define us as ugly. But to be fair, their bodies More I can't fool myself.

Others call me "the son of iron", but now I doubt whether our resistance is meaningful, our strength Is that right? Or is it right?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us? 】

Gu Jun can understand 70% of the notes, and can also guess the meaning of the writing if he can't understand it.

The more he looked at it, the more the illusion of the basement sprang up in his mind, as if he could hear the man who wrote the note full of panic and bewilderment

"It seems that this map does not belong to this world." Gu Junxin said, "at least not belong to this generation."

Occupying the city and bringing destruction, it is obvious that this man's race and civilization are driven to the end by this monster.

And this kind of monster has appeared in this world, and the number should be quite large. He has dissected a chest specimen of them by himself

"The basement still uses kerosene lamps, paper or parchment The world's technological level in the notes should only be equivalent to the state before the European industrial revolution, right? Although our Homo sapiens are not as good as these monsters in physical fitness, they are of high technological level, so now the National Bureau of natural science and technology can eliminate them

Gu Junsi thinks that Gatling machine gun can shoot more than 1000 bullets per minute, and this monster's plate bone certainly can't block it.

It's just that he thinks of the banyan disease No matter how powerful the machine gun is, people need to control it. If there is a plague, it is even more terrible than monsters

Gu Jun looked at it several times before turning off the map and turning on the three page diary.

As he looked, he murmured in his heart, adding his own conjecture to words that he could not understand:

[October 21, the year of the rose____ It's raining heavily today, and people often say that it won't rain so much in the year of the rose. But compared with recent events, the weather is insignificant.

The spread of hemoptysis has expanded, from Byron to Ellie, out of control. We have the first case in sall.

This news makes me want to vomit. I should not be this reaction. I graduated from karop College of imperial medical college. I studied all the known medical techniques and studied the principles of human body movement, not to shiver in front of a disease.

People always place great hopes on the medical students of karop college. They think that we are the emissaries sent by the goddess to the world, control the profound meaning of life, and illuminate this ignorant world with the light of wisdom.

Therefore, we enjoy the highest glory of the Empire and the unconditional trust of people.

But now, after the cities of Byron and Eli, the two most prosperous cities in the Empire, have become hells, people are sober, and we are sober.

Students of calypus are not the emissaries of the goddess, but the playthings of the devil's scorn.

Is that right? I wish I could stick to my beliefs as long as possible, but even when I was in school, I was not the best.

The best person in our time is Lelo ray Langdon. He always gets the most praise and is loved by everyone.

Langdon was particularly good at anatomy. In the first anatomy class, our hands were shaking, but Langdon held the scalpel like his fingers.

Because of his hard mind and the fact that the scalpel is made of iron, I don't know how to call him "son of iron", which has become his nickname.

Langton and I are good friends. Although he has the most proud qualification, he is very modest and very funny. Everyone said that Langdon would do a great job in the future. His thinking and action ability were enough to become the real emissary of the goddess and completely change the old medicine.

After graduation, I went back to my hometown of Sall, while Langdon stayed in the capital of the college.

I didn't expect that the time he saw me off was the last time we met.

I just received a secret message this morning that "the son of the iron" Leroy Langdon committed suicide. He cut his throat with a scalpel and killed himself.

The public still don't know about this news. If we let them know, it will be a big blowLangton left a suicide note, which is said to have little content, but only the information and ideas he got when he was alone in the ruins of Hawke city. As for why he wanted to die, I haven't been told. Maybe he can't stand those monsters and hemoptysis.

Langton mentioned me in his letter, so I got the news. "Tell payani not to give up, but I have to go first," Langton said in the letter

If the son of iron can't insist, what can I do? I'm not the best one. 】

"Hoo." After reading the diary on the first page, Gu Jun took a deep breath, went out of the bedroom and poured a glass of water.

This so-called diary of diagnosis and treatment is totally different from what he imagined. However, as a medical dog, he can feel the great pressure in the seemingly steady handwriting of rebdi payani Payani must have been flipping through the diary, but he couldn't write down the valuable diagnosis and treatment content, so he wrote down these

Gu Jun looked at the sunset in the sky outside the balcony.

There is a source of this kind of heterograph, which seems to be another world, another civilization.

He continued to read the next page of his diary while drinking water.

November 8, the year of the rose____ In a short period of more than ten days, sall city has been occupied.

My hometown, Sal City, is known as the hometown of flowers. It is a quiet life here. It is not as noisy as the capital, nor as cold as those machines.

Sall people always seize every opportunity and try every means to make new friends. In the end, almost everyone here knows each other.

In the annual flower season, we will take the flowers growing in our courtyard and give them to each other. Even the most down and out tramp on the street will have the fragrance of flowers every day during the flower season. Like autumn flowers, golden flowers, soft grass, lilies, roses

Of course, in the year of the rose, bright roses flourish in every corner of SAL City, becoming everyone's headdress.

I used to love this "Sal culture", but now I hate it more and more.

All the true and pure happiness in the past ten days has turned into more pain.

The first to die was Uncle Jonson, who opened a shoe store in Yingqiu flower street. Every time I passed by, he would ask me about my latest situation and sell his new shoes. Uncle Jonson had never been to any place where there was an epidemic. He had never been out of SALL in his life, but he suddenly fell ill.

All patients with hemoptysis began to develop like that, with edema in the lungs and failure of lung function (the content cannot be inferred here) Burst A lot of blood gushing from the mouth Finally, blood from the skin of the chest also automatically spilled, and life came to an end.

We, the holy and great doctor kalop!

It is not clear whether hemoptysis is a viral disease or a parasitic disease.

Its mode of transmission is also unclear. It is not transmitted from the air, not from food It

We are at a loss.

A few days ago, Mila died, cagard died, Orlando died, nanny died Friends I knew died one by one, and the roses of the city were withered, but the blood they coughed up still dyed the city red.

And my parents They died right under my nose.

I'm worried about Rita right now. She has some cough symptoms today. Don't be her, don't

Goddess of life, if you really exist, please. 】

"Hoo..." Gu Jun read the second page of the diary, frowning and gripping his heart to continue to read the last page three.

This page is written on February 5, the year of the violet. If the year of the rose is followed by the year of the violet, it will have been a few months.

February 5, violet____ It has been nearly three months since Rita died of hemoptysis, and I have been reluctant to think about it, let alone write it down.

Rita and I met in our youth. She was not of noble birth. She was a blacksmith's daughter. But when I first met her in Lily Street, I was impressed by her charm and deeply infatuated with her. She was wearing a very ordinary white dress, with a delicate and delicate smile and a pure and sincere smile.

Later, I learned that she was the big sister of all the children in Lily Street. She danced with them all day long, so that their parents could spare their hands to do other things.

This is my favorite disposition. But when I first met her, I knew nothing about her, but I had decided to marry this girl.

My pursuit of Rita is very smooth. Although I am not as good as Langdon, I also have advantages that can be appreciated by Rita.

During the years of studying in karop college, we kept in touch with each other by correspondence. She worried that I would choose to stay in China after graduation, but hoped that I would think about my future. After all, Sal city is a rural place.

But how does she know? My heart has never left Sal City, let alone her.Rita's condition developed rapidly from the onset of the disease and left on the fifth day. I couldn't keep her, even for a few more days.

After Rita's death, all my hopes have died, and it doesn't make any sense to me what the world is like.

My despair is different from that of Langdon. I have read his will. He has a higher pursuit and a higher disillusionment.

However, I only have some ordinary thoughts. My parents, my old housekeeper, my aunt, my friend, Rita If any of them were alive, I might be able to hold on, but they were all gone.

Rita's death taught me that there are no gods in the world, and some have been defeated by demons. The gods will not allow people like Rita to die in such a miserable way! The last thing she said to me was, "I'm sorry, I can't make it to the wedding." We were supposed to get married in December of the year of the rose.

What death is to return to the embrace of the goddess of life, is a sublimation of life. I don't believe it.

The world is about to turn into a broken ruins, but what is there to be sad and afraid of?

All my sorrows and fears were gone with Rita's departure.

I'm not afraid of the destruction of the world, I'm afraid of her being bullied in the abyss of hell, or is there something worse after her death? I'm also worried about every friend I know. Their bones have melted, their nerves are no longer beating, but they are still spreading the disease, not with the virus, but with their death.

Father, mother, Langdon, Rita, please forgive me, please wait for me.

Because I, Rabbi payani, will die with you. "

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