Based on the information revealed in the text, Gu Xingmiao felt that the Hope Base was a safe base established by the government. However, since the owner of the diary said that the Hope Land had fallen—
It's nothing more than speculation that the other bases may have fallen early, and only this one base is struggling to hold on.
However, humans should still have a trick up their sleeve.
Otherwise, there would be no human alliance today.
Gu Xingmiao thought that if she had the chance, she would like to enter the uninhabited copy that Yue Chuliang had entered to take a look.
She always felt that she would gain something unexpected.
The words "Go Home" written by the Earth Command on the note may refer to boarding the final ark of salvation for mankind.
Because this period of history is recorded in the optical brain, the ancestors of ancient Earth took interstellar arks to explore the interstellar space and search for new habitable planets.
Although pollution will not float in the universe and requires a carrier, it is still planted in the human body like seeds.
In order to let pollution sleep, humans have discarded most of their civilization and culture.
Not actively learning, not thinking, not observing and listening; almost at the cost of closing all senses, allowing the pollution to sleep in the body -
But even so, pollution still attacks humans.
Therefore, 4,000 years later, the Alliance Empire, which established civilization on the new planet, would completely lose its civilization. In order to continue fighting pollution, it would have to find the lost civilization again.
only……
001What is the purpose of the tutor showing this to me?
Was it simply to let him understand the incident? Gu Xingmiao always felt that it shouldn't be that simple.
After reading the diary, she also felt a little dizzy and swollen in her temples. She looked at the small mirror hanging beside her and found that her eyes were green.
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No, it seems that the pupils are green.
She raised her hand, ready to touch her eyes, but as soon as her hand touched her cheek, she found that the green light in her eyes disappeared and turned dark brown again.
A hint of confusion flashed across Gu Xingmiao's eyes.
Is it my own illusion?
After all, high levels of pollution may cause hallucinations. For example, after reading a book, you may find that the room that should have been extremely clean is now filled with a strange atmosphere.
There was a strange web of silk threads hanging from the ceiling. The floor, which should have been clean and tidy, seemed to have been soaked in water and exuded a strong smell of corrosion. Even the refrigerator behind him seemed to have been out of power and could not be used.
Gu Xingmiao still had no expression on her face, but if you looked closely you would find that she was actually a little amused by anger.
Come on, let’s do it.
The pollution level is already 98%. How much higher can it go?
At most it will return to 100%.
Fortunately, this scenario is not unacceptable.
Gu Xingmiao said: His ability to withstand pressure is still relatively strong. It is just an illusion of this horrible painting style. It will disappear when his emotions stabilize.
Just as she guessed.
When she kept her composure, those incomprehensible strange scenes gradually faded away, only the wooden floor was still damp as if it had been soaked, with no signs of fading away.
[Teacher, do you need a reading review?]
As soon as Gu Xingmiao sent the message on his computer, he received a reply.
001 Instructor: [? What the hell?]
[Do you want me to comment on this after reading this?] Gu Xingmiao said with sincerity.
001: [Just read it, no need to comment, just remember it.]
[Words are very damaging to your spirit, so take a good rest.]
Gu Xingmiao stared at the message sent by the other party feeling somewhat helpless.
Was it really just a reminder of history?
She sat down at her desk, ignoring the bloodstains on the table, and pulled out a blank piece of paper from the drawer based on her memory.
Gu Xingmiao held the pen, seemingly lost in thought.
If what is written carries the scent of pollution, will what you write yourself also be polluted?
Thinking about it, Gu Xingmiao decided to give it an experiment.
After all, No. 001 said that if you are afraid of forgetting the old knowledge, you can write it down first. In this way, you can also make a contribution to the alliance. When other students and citizens are mentally stable, you can show them the knowledge.
But 001 didn't tell her what level of mental stability they should maintain or how to write about it, so she just wrote based on her own feelings.
Her familiarity with the mythological story allowed her to write down the specific plot without any ambiguity.
At most, she was a little worried that the story she wrote might be different from the events in the ancient times, but she soon felt relieved.
Real historical events are divided into official history and unofficial history. It is normal for stories involving mythology to have some deviations.
She successfully persuaded herself.
Gu Xingmiao tried her best to record the stories according to the real situation. Whether it was the stories of Houyi shooting down the sun or Nuwa mending the sky, she summarized them in fluent and concise words.
It’s just that a story also has the content of a piece of paper.
The environment of the room changed again.
The space around me seemed to be infinitely distorted. The three-dimensional world was sometimes flattened and sometimes more three-dimensional. The damp wooden floor was constantly changing color, or rather, changing the land.
When Gu Xingmiao wrote the character's name, the pollution on the paper had already exploded. The undercurrent of pollution was madly distorting the words, but Gu Xingmiao still wrote the words stroke by stroke.
Every time she wrote a word, countless shadows and tentacles behind her squirmed wildly, as if they were going to swallow up the entire house.
But the moment those monsters and meat balls were about to touch Gu Xingmiao, they were illuminated by the light. Before they could make strange howls, they turned into a pool of sticky black water, bubbling pitifully on the ground.
After Gu Xingmiao wrote several stories in a row, the amount of paper she had written exceeded the amount of paper instructor 001 had given her.
“So tired…”
Gu Xingmiao felt empty.
She slumped down on the sofa, feeling even more tired.
Just writing three stories took a lot of energy.
What Gu Xingmiao didn't know was that in today's interstellar era—
No one could write a complete historical story so smoothly in just one or two hours, let alone write it in Chinese characters.
If someone really did this, that person would probably be instantly invaded by the pollution, their san value would be reduced to zero, and they would explode and die.
If the three stories she engraved were known to others, they would probably cause an uproar.
Just when Gu Xingmiao was about to appreciate the story she had written, she was stunned.
The Chinese characters that were crystal clear just now suddenly became blurred the moment she put down her pen.
The smooth text was covered by white.
The story that had just been written and was still stained with ink became like an old document that had just been discovered and passed down from ancient times.
The true knowledge of history is covered with mystery and madness.
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