46 Farewell
◎Psychic radiation, Shu Chi's death◎
What kind of weird request is this? Yan Xunzhi was puzzled. "Go ahead."
"No matter what I say, you have to get on the ground."
“…”
Yan Xunzhi was speechless. This was really confusing. Why hadn't he seen Kong Weiyi be so hesitant before? It wasn't her decision whether to go above ground or not. "No matter what you say, I'm going above ground."
Then he nodded, "So what's the matter?"
Kong Wei still paused for four or five seconds, "...Shu Chi is dead."
“…”
My mental strength has been damaged and I have been having tinnitus lately.
A sharp buzzing sounded, and it felt like her eardrums were covered. Her voice suddenly dropped. Yan Xunzhi watched her mouth open and close, shaking his head. "What?"
Kong Wei's voice was garbled. "Shu Chi is dead. She lost contact with the surface a few months ago because she wasn't offline. Last month, someone dug up her body through a distress signal. The cause of death was mental radiation."
Lost contact, no news, never seen her when I went to Northwest District 2, and she never replied... Yan Xunzhi was a little dazed, but didn't seem surprised.
"How could someone die from radiation?"
In the north, most deaths were caused by loss of contact after being offlined, and then dying of dehydration on the ground. Radiation deaths... There weren't many radiation deaths in the south, so how could this happen to Shu Chi?
Kong Wei also had some doubts. "Another hypothesis is that the Earth itself is suppressing spiritual power, causing a condition similar to radiation death. I've had her body seized. You can come with me for a second examination when we return to the northwest."
What was she going to see? She didn't understand anything. She was going to see her close friend, who she had grown up with, lying on a cold iron platform, her stomach cut open for examination?
Yan Xunzhi was dejected. "I won't go. I don't understand this."
Kong Wei looked at her and said, "I thought you would be willing to say goodbye to her."
"Say goodbye to her now completely unrecognizable face?" Yan Xunzhi wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds. He just twitched his skin a few times, "She doesn't need it, and neither do I."
As he said this, his chest began to ache.
"You go out." She closed her eyes, and for the first time, she forgot to maintain the proper respect between superiors and subordinates towards Kong Wei. "I'll be alone for a while."
Kong Wei wanted to leave, but paused for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "Remember what you promised me."
"What?"
"Go to the surface."
Yan Xunzhi felt a surge of anger in his heart, "You always have..."
Before he could finish, Kong Wei had already rushed to the door and wisely dodged, "I'll go outside."
Damn it. Yan Xunzhi's chest heaved for a long time, still not satisfied. She pulled a pillow from behind and threw it hard. The pillow hit the door with a muffled sound, and only kicked up some dust when it landed. She sat on the bed for a while, then got up dejectedly and picked up the pillow.
I went back without thinking about anything, half leaning on the pillow, and after a moment, I fell backwards.
Staring at the exposed iron ceiling, he suddenly shuddered. Yan Xunzhi turned over and touched the communicator on the table, flipping it down, and first saw Jing Ting.
She dialed the number, and the buzzing sound of the busy line echoed in her ears.
After thirty seconds, no one answered and the call was automatically disconnected.
She didn't replay the call and immediately continued scrolling down. Ping Yihuai pressed the "edit" button when she dialed the number. She pressed "return" twice, but no one answered.
Yi Rong. And Yi Rong.
There is also Yirong’s communication.
The line was still busy for a long time. Her eyes were dry, and the buzzing sound made her head hurt. She seemed to remember why she was so anxious to call everyone, but it seemed as if everything was blank, and she was not thinking about anything.
So after Yi Rong picked up the phone and said hello, Yan Xunzhi was stunned for a while, wondering what she was going to do.
"What do you want from me?" Yi Rong's voice was unclear and sleepy, as if he had been woken up in his sleep. "Why aren't you talking? It's okay, I'm hanging up now. I'm catching up on some sleep."
What time is it now? Yan Xunzhi had been in the medical room for a long time, without a watch, and had almost lost track of time. He subconsciously exclaimed, "Did I wake you? It's okay, go back to sleep."
Yi Rong was silent for a moment, "...Are you sick, Yan Xunzhi? Why are you calling me when there's nothing wrong?"
She turned over over there, and Yan Xunzhi heard the creaking of her bed. "How are you doing in the South District? Will you be back soon?"
Yan Xunzhi hummed vaguely, and thought to himself, why are her hands shaking so much?
"I don't know. I don't know how long it will take."
Yi Rong yawned over there, "Okay. Do you get compensatory leave after returning from the South District?"
"Maybe, it's mainly for material rewards." Yan Xunzhi paused for a long time, finally waking up from a dream, "...Have you contacted Jingting Heping and Yihuai recently? I can't get through to them."
"So you came to fight me?" Yi Rong understood and chuckled, "You've gone through so much trouble. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was wondering why you wanted to chat with me, and I thought you missed me too much. It's okay. I guess you're on a mission and blocked underground communications."
It is not easy to build and put a communication network into use on the ground. In order to ensure smooth communication on the ground, the underground network will be shielded when on a mission to reduce interference, so it is normal if the communication cannot be connected.
She took a deep breath, reminding herself not to let her voice tremble. "How do you know? Have you seen them?"
Fortunately, the communication was crackling, and this slight fluctuation was almost wiped out in the communicator.
Yi Rong was still sleepy and didn't notice anything unusual. "Hey, let me tell you, what a coincidence! I went on a mission to District 2 a few days ago and am currently receiving treatment there. I even had dinner with them yesterday."
Still alive. Yan Xunzhi breathed a sigh of relief, his hand softened, and the communicator fell to the ground.
She sank into the soft cotton pillow, breathing freely for the first time in her life, panting for a long time. Then she slowly calmed down, tugged at the cord of the communicator and pulled it up. She heard Yi Rong's anxious voice on the other end of the communicator, "Hello? Hello? Yan Xunzhi? What are you doing?"
"I didn't hold it firmly, and the communicator fell."
“…”
Yi Rong was speechless. "You almost blew my eardrum! It's just a communicator, can't you hold it steady?"
Yan Xunzhi laughed heartily, putting the receiver to his ear and listening to Yi Rong's complaints for a while. When he heard her say she was about to hang up, he suddenly said, "I'm injured. My hands are not in good condition. I can't hold on."
The skin grafts had grown together, and she wasn't lying, it was indeed difficult to hold.
Yi Rong didn't fall for her pity tricks, "Then stop calling me. Is there anything else you want to ask? If not, I'm hanging up now. I'm going to sleep."
"Shu Chi is dead."
Yan Xunzhi finished speaking, holding the receiver, and heard the silent breathing on the other side, and suddenly laughed silently. How could they be so similar? Why was she subconsciously imitating Kong Wei when she said this?
It was as if she was just a messenger and the content of the message had nothing to do with her.
Yi Rong was silent for a while, then asked in a difficult tone, "How did he die?"
"It's said to be mental radiation." Yan Xunzhi repeated what Kong Wei had told her and finally asked, "...Do you think I should go?"
After a brief silence, Yi Rong said, "It's up to you. But if it were me, in your shoes, I would want to go."
Yan Xunzhi was a little shaken, "I understand, let me think about it."
Yi Rong didn't want to chase her away, "I was just talking about myself."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Xunzhi felt somewhat lost. The guide who had been on the mission with her and Yi Rong had died, and several of her partners who had been on the ground had also died, with bodies dug out from the sand more than once.
At least Shu Chi's body was taken back underground.
Even though the train's destination was death, it seemed to have first, second, and third class seats. Even though it was meaningless, she sat in the first class seat at the moment of death.
Yan Xunzhi blinked, feeling her eyes dry. Why were there no tears? She loved crying so much, but at this moment, she couldn't seem to cry.
Why? Because you are used to it?
Born underground, born on the edge of the White Tower, they knew they would die. They had seen so many people come and go, countless people leaving silently, without a word or a goodbye.
Death is nothing more than a farewell after completing a mission on earth. Human fate is very strange. Even if many people live for a thousand years, they still have no farewell and never see each other again.
So there is nothing to be sad about in death. They just know in advance that they will never see each other again after saying goodbye.
She slid slowly under the covers.
Is death a better way for them to escape? She read in books that people in the past lived such a free and abundant life.
Shu Chi left the underground city and this world. When she came back, they might have returned to the surface and no longer had to struggle underground with empty stomachs and receiving nutrient solutions.
If human life span is fixed, then her death is a blessing. She should be happy for her because she will live longer in a better world in her next life.
Her eye sockets ached, dry and stinging, and her chest felt clogged with an indescribable heaviness. It made her breath difficult, her heart aching, and her stomach churned with nausea.
Yan Xun got out of bed and went to the window to open it.
She had grown accustomed to the underground window; the view was fake, the wind was fake; opening it was merely a psychological suggestion, a soothing gesture that concealed one's true intentions. But the moment she opened it, a gust of cold air rushed into the room.
Yan Xunzhi looked up and saw the deep darkness outside the window.
Yes, this is the South District, the South District on the ground.
She was on the ground, and everything here was real.
The cold wind cut her unhealed skin like a knife, making it tense and painful. Soon, red marks like whiplash appeared and blood oozed out.
The room was already cold, and Yan Xunzhi felt his skin begin to ache and itch, then gradually became hot.
She realized that she was in trouble and that she couldn't continue to be sick. She closed the window and went back to get herself some hot water.
After warming up a little, Yan Xunzhi called out, "Officer Kong."
Kong Wei came in from outside and saw that she was dressed neatly and her eyes were normal, with no signs of swelling or crying. He was a little surprised, "Are you... okay?"
Yan Xunzhi still felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and his back ached slightly. He couldn't help but stretch himself and sit up straight.
She knew that Kong Wei was always cold and had no empathy, but now she was really gritting her teeth at her. It turned out that this kind of person was so hateful in real life. "It won't delay you from going up to the surface to do my experiments. I wouldn't stop going up just because my friend died on the surface. But there is one thing I regret. I want to go to the autopsy."
Kong Wei nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
"I've done what I promised you." Yan Xunzhi looked at her. "It's your turn now. What's your secret?"
"Ning Yue and I both came back from the future."
Kong Wei hesitated, "Or rather, we are reborn."
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