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Published at 21st of April 2023 07:01:22 AM


Chapter 299

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"I lay on that oversized wedding dress and passed out from crying at the door of the post office." Elena raised her head, her mind wandering far, far away, "When I woke up, I thought it was already It was the darkest hour war could bring me."

"But everything later told me that it was much more than that."

Elena raised her hand, wiped her tears with her palm, took a deep breath, and continued: "Later, I had contact with Alex for a while, until I heard that someone Said that the commander of that war dispatched many, many tanks and artillery, and transported them from our town to the front line."

"I realized that a big battle was about to start, so I wrote to Alex again, wanting to determine his safety and try to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous big battle."

Elena covered her face with her wrinkled lips, her voice was hoarse:

"I waited for a long time, anxiously guarding the post office day and night, but still did not receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war."

"That's one, one..."

Her voice came out quickly and intermittently, as if she couldn't say the name of the letter.

While listening to Elena's words, Bai Liu continued to search for the letter, and he found the letter from Alex to Elena again.

It was a long, long letter, a letter from home arranging funeral arrangements, and a desperate suicide note.

【‌Irina:

I shouldn't have written this letter to you, but after thinking about it, it seems that apart from you, I don't have anyone else who I can feel at ease about.

It is so wonderful to say, Elena, little girl, I have never met you, but you and I have a nominal fiancé relationship, experienced the death of the person I love the most, and spent time with my parents. The most difficult years have passed.

If nothing else happens, then you will have to witness my death.

You have experienced all the big things in my life, but I have never met you once, and I have always rejected your existence, but in the end I want to say the most important thing to me before I die You, the most familiar stranger, are really selfish and self-interested.

But there is no way, you are the only one I entrust to die without feeling guilty.

I know that my death will not make you too sad, it will only make you completely free from this marriage relationship that should not have existed.

Only with you, can I realize that my death may be a good thing for someone, and I feel more calm and proud when I walk away.

Next I will confess to you all the mistakes I have made in my life.

I've spent my whole life trying to save everyone around me, but in the end no one is a fool to save anyone.

I invented a potion that can freeze death, but everyone has never said hello to me in advance when they are rushing to die, hey Alex, I am going to die, remember to freeze my death .

I could only cover their bloody wounds in a helpless manner, and howled in disarray, begging them to stay for me even for a second, and finally carried their corpses back powerlessly, and sat there sluggishly until the next day. wheel of death.

The lake of death named Pluto must have thought it funny and funny that I was trying to prevent it from coming to the world.

I keep, keep, frantically trying to improve my potion, but no matter how slow they die, death will eventually come, and all I do is make them suffer longer before they die Just a little bit.

When they are in extreme pain and despair, they will quietly and tearfully beg me to let them die easily.

Because even if they survive, they are likely to die in the next round of offensive and defensive battles.

Sometimes I ask myself, I selfishly want to leave this group of people alive in this war, is it a crueler thing than letting them die.

Am I wrong?

Irene, I've been reluctant to answer your letter because I can't trust you with that ubiquitous name - Guy.

Guy didn't die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used my identity as a sweeper to secretly transport his "corpse" to my pharmaceutical laboratory.

I gave everything I had to save him, he miraculously came to life, I swear I even thanked the evil gods for a split second when I saw him open his eyes.

Whichever god it is, thank him for sending Guy back to me.

I want you to be honest, my potion originally had such a strong effect, but my experiments in this place are limited, and I can’t get enough experimental supplements like those on a university campus, so I can only use local products Some experimental potions are used as materials.

Most of the experimental medicines were of poor quality, which led to the failure of the experiment, but there was a strange thing that worked miraculously—that was a strange paint.

This kind of paint is used by the natives here to smear on the statues of evil gods. It is a flammable oil-like texture. When I lacked oily solvents, my superiors searched for it from a captured native. Half a can of this red paint came out, and a replacement oil-based solvent was sent to my lab.

Although this thing looks viscous and weird, like human blood after melting oil, but I don't have any more choices.

But it was the potion that had been added with this paint, which produced an incredible change—it brought Guy, who had entered my laboratory and had stopped beating for half a minute, back to life.

I couldn't believe what I had seen, and even felt that my desire to resurrect Guy was too strong and I had some kind of self-deceiving illusion.

But Guy is indeed getting better day by day, or in other words, it is not accurate to use improvement to describe his entire recovery process. Combining my clinical and microscopic observations, I can tell you something that you will definitely think of me. Crazy conclusions --

— Time is turning backwards on Guy.

His sloughed skin rebonded, his broken bones healed again, and even his posthumous nails and hair were shortened back.

This is not something that humans can do at all. This is the domain of gods, and even gods do not have such abilities.

From the moment I arrived here and knew that the reason for these ignorant and ugly natives to wage war was the so-called oracle of the evil god, I hated the so-called evil god.

And for a long time, I thought that this evil god was fabricated by these natives to explain things that they could not understand, and to express their anger that could not be dispatched. It was an illusory and evil image. .

But when Guy sat down again, opened his eyes, smiled and asked me why I was in your laboratory, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.

If this is the masterpiece of the evil god, then I can understand why those natives are crazy because of the evil god.

After waking up, Guy forgot everything that happened in the past seven years—sneak attacking innocent villages, killing children and women in the neutral zone, and killing them again after the mutiny.

All in all, he doesn't remember anything.

I carefully hid him in the lab, almost anxiously waiting for the big battle to come, but before the big war came, Guy got him from a group of recruits who came to clean the lab desired information.

He knew what happened in the past seven days, and he also knew that the commander had to summon enough artillery fire to launch the final battle-bombing all the habitats of the aborigines and all the aborigines, and all the aborigines in the surrounding area might flee And go to the neutral ground.

Although these neutral areas did not participate in the war from the beginning to the end, and most of them were women and children, the commander felt that in order to wipe out this kind of aborigines with despicable beliefs, they should not be left to reproduce. Opportunity to share resources with us.

You can predict what Guy will do.

Guy went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After the failure, hundreds of guns/guns blasted into a shooting board full of holes, and another flame/gun burned to ashes.

When I arrived at the scene, there was nothing left.

I told the soldier on guard that I was on duty for him, and then I was able to stand alone all night in the place where Gay was burned to death with black marks, and let the tears fall numbly in the dark night.

Elena, do you know what happened to me that night?

I saw that the thick cannons around the waist of a child are constantly being transported here, the cold tanks, the soldiers ready to go, and the crowd are all braving bloody anger, fear, and fear. Or greedy eyes.

At that moment, I realized that no matter how powerful the potion I invented, I could never save anyone from this war.

People who want to kill others will kill others, and those who don't want to kill people will want to avoid death in pain because they don't want to kill people.

Between these two kinds of people, there seems to be a natural food chain, which is constantly running.

Even the abilities of bringing the dead back to life and reversing time seem to be unable to change any outcome of this war.

So I filled out the form to sign up for the commando, and I was going deep into the rainforest to meet the evil god who gave me the ability to fulfill my desires—

——Ask him what he wants to do so that everyone can survive in this war.

For this, I am willing to give everything.

Elena, if I never come back after this great war, please forgive me for entrusting my parents to you selfishly, please take care of them until you are an adult, and go pursue your own life .

----Alex. 】

"This is the last letter I received from Alex." Elena murmured with her eyes dazed. "The next day, the great war broke out."

"I still can't forget the great war. The artillery bombarded the ground of the town where I lived. Ashes fell from the walls, the plates and wine glasses were broken, and the planes circled around outside the window. Everyone was so frightened that they hugged each other at home, and I hid under the bed, and I could see the flames constantly flickering in the distance."

Irina was silent for a few seconds: "The artillery fire lasted for three days. On the evening of the third day, the locals where the soldiers were stationed in the small town where the explosives were stored were attacked by the aborigines. The aboriginals sprinkled the explosives with a magical red paint. , which ended up causing a particularly large explosion."

"After the explosion subsided, there was no movement in the town and rainforest that was blown through, and no one came to take over until half a month later." Elena turned to Bai Liu, "You said you belonged to Alex. Comrades, this is impossible."

"Because there were no survivors in that war."




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