I watched a little girl die in front of me, her hands pressed against the glass of the purification chamber, her body melted, and blood spilled all over the floor.
Our daughter should be about the same age as her now. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
When I woke up this morning and saw the photo wall, there were fewer and fewer photos.
Every dead person will rest in peace holding their own photo. I looked at the increasingly empty walls and felt empty inside.
While digging new soil for experiments, the cursed creature bit Kerry. He said this morning that he would share his year-old canned beef to satisfy his craving in the evening.
We said goodbye to him.
He left with his can of beef. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
The laboratory was dead silent, and some colleagues had already started to sleep for a long time. I understood them, because it was easy for people to go crazy after failing day after day in such a dark place.
But I'm not crazy yet, because I miss you every day.
My beard has grown a little long, so I will read you another poem. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
A new group of colleagues arrived and told us that the plan had changed, our experiment was terminated, and we could go back.
I asked about the new plan they launched, which is called the "God-making Plan." It seems to have been implemented for two hundred years, and there have been breakthroughs in recent years.
The plan seemed to be to forge an oracle in the dome, hold a series of fratricidal competitions, stir up people's emotions, and create a god named "Hundred Gods".
I don't understand what the people at the top are doing, but it's none of my business.
Over the years, I have written you hundreds of letters. Although these letters cannot be delivered to you, I have glued them together one by one and put them in a cardboard box under the bed. When I return with this box, we can read them together from the beginning.
If... I could go back.
The natural disaster in the dome has broken out, and we are trapped in the laboratory. 】
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The situation described in the letter gradually began to take a turn for the worse.
The writer began to use complex poetry to cover up his messy thoughts and emotions.
Towards the end, his ink became fainter and his sentences shorter.
He just keeps repeating it in various ways.
…
"Pingping, I miss you so much."
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
The Dome Land fell into a natural disaster period a long time ago. A volcano erupted and we couldn't get out. The ground was covered with scalding soil and high temperatures.
I am a little hungry. The next batch of people has not arrived yet, and our supplies are getting scarcer and scarcer. I only eat one steamed bun a day now, and the rest of the time I sleep in the quilt, which makes it easier.
I composed a new poem and read it to you. I hope you like it. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
Dr. Mark Winn died today.
He died of an illness, a high fever. We had no fever medicine left, and wet towels didn't help. He died in his bed, holding a picture of his wife.
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
There seems to be something wrong with my eyes today. I can't see you clearly in the photo.
But fortunately, I can still see the blue sea and the bright red rose you gave me.
It doesn’t matter, I remember what you look like, it doesn’t matter if I can’t see you anymore.
The lab was very quiet. We were all so hungry that the leather sofa had been gnawed away, leaving only a layer of fabric. Haha, it wasn't my turn. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
My body was getting weaker and weaker, I hadn't eaten for so long.
I can hardly walk anymore.
Dr. Charlie is dead. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
The photo wall gradually became empty.
Captain Carr is dead.
I don’t want to hear anything. Even my heartbeat and breathing sound noisy. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
The Cursed Fire Flower is very beautiful. It has been blooming for more than ten years without withering. I wrapped it around my wrist.
We don’t plan to die on the bed in the laboratory. The next batch of colleagues may come and our bodies will pollute the laboratory environment.
We planned to die in the underground passage so that the soil would cover the bodies.
I sent away the frail old Zach next door, and he died in the underground passage. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
My beard now looks like a homeless person under a bridge, and I even want to eat toothpaste. 】
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Ping Ping:
Good news.
I'm getting weaker and weaker... I might have to go to the underground passage.
It reminded me of the first time more than ten years ago when I buried a colleague's body with soil.
At that time, I probably didn't expect that I would die so late, in an underground passage, and there wouldn't even be anyone to bury me.
I miss the mapo tofu you made, Pingping. 】
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Su Mingan continued to read.
Following are messages about the writer’s colleagues, who died one after another.
On the last page, there was a short text written in very light ink.
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Ping Ping:
There is still no sign of the natural disaster ending.
I can’t hold on any longer. I… need to go to the underground passage.
But how I hope that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, I will be on my way home.
Willow branches, lilac, and evening breeze.
I want to bring the cardboard box and the photos, and watch the beautiful spring with you, who are 48 years old this year, and my daughter, who is 23 years old this year.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!
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