Escape from ancient civilization

Chapter 015, Wang Weicheng log

An ordinary person in an ordinary communication station, it is impossible to "enjoy" to this kind of treatment, that is to say, the owner of this house is not ordinary people. Thinking of this, I think of that conspicuous notebook, maybe I can find some answers from there.

The notebook paper was fragile and yellow, and a little effort became crushed. I adjusted the light of the searchlight I was wearing on my head, and I had to look very carefully:

March 22 Fine Since I was put in this house, I have to infer the date of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. I don't know if it was the 22nd today, approx.

I don't know how the other people, I still think agile, clear, did not feel irritable. Am I spared? Can you escape this disaster?

Outside it seems to be the old Qin they hit the door sound. I wonder if they are worse than me. Perhaps they forgot that this was a specially reinforced room for the army, breaking the door.

Hey... I'd read the scriptures.

The log is neat and square. I learned handwriting psychology, and although the diary was decade or two, the handwriting still showed the mental state of the client: he was very sober and methodical. I see nothing wrong except with the infinite despair of the content. And he sounded, as if he were still in the army? Forget it. Don't think twice. Read on.

...... April 1 fine weather, I do not know whether I can sober down all this.

The brain began to mess up, and the mind was often short-circuit. It feels like the whole face is expanding infinitely. There is no mirror in this room to see myself clearly.

Old Qin they howl like ghosts, all day and night.

I can only rely on the scriptures to find a trace of peace.

The handwriting began to be impetuous, and the writing hesitation was weak. Obviously, Wang Weicheng mentality is the same. But from April 22 to April 1, he did not say why they were being held. From these logs, they are not like prisoners, more like isolated plague patients.

On April 5th, I want to rush out to kill people!

Kill the old Qin and their those ghosts call ghost call people!

No, why haven't they howling so much these days?

Haha, it must be dead... dead!

The log missed the weather, and the handwriting was completely sloppy, so the two sentences covered the whole page. It seems that Wang Weicheng's spirit has broken down.

April 7 white water is hard to drink, so I looked find the dry water in the house. I feel much better today. The feeling of mania has disappeared a lot, and the mind has also recovered slightly.

I feel like my eyes are completely swollen, with only one line, and it is very hard. His nose seemed to be swollen to breathe. He had to breathe completely with his mouth.

Old Qin and they no longer make a little noise. They are either fully recovered and picked up, or they have no chance and strength to make any more noise. The latter is, I guess, though.

Every bullet has its billet. While I can read consciously, I still read my scriptures.

And remember the weather, the handwriting is a little neat, but, the obvious lack of confidence. But it's much better than the 5th log. This shows that Wang Weicheng has recovered. It's a bit of a weird. I see his full collapse before, how can he recover in such a short time? Lao Qin and them, who had always appeared in his articles, should have been imprisoned together with him, but each person was distributed in different rooms. At the thought of this, I compared the closed doors we saw when we went upstairs.

April 8 fine today still random with the withered grass bubble water to drink, the mental state is good. Is it back?

These days have completely no old Qin they or any living creatures, is the whole vast snow mountain, only I such a knowing will die?

The body continues to deteriorate, the eyes have not open, the nose is not useful, can only use always open mouth breathing, saliva water clothes wet a large.

Although the discovery of the return can also control their own thinking, not as manic as some days ago, but, the old Qin they have gone, not a few days, maybe not wait for the next second, it is my turn.

Go to the scriptures... April 10 Through the state of these days, I think I should find the antidote.... just pity I have deteriorated late enough to keep a little weak thought to manic death...... now, I write the recipe for saving lives. I hope this doesn't happen again, and I hope that if it happens, the thing I wrote down can save themselves.... here, a dark shadow rushed over, grabbed the notebook and put it into the mouth, the notebook instantly broke into powder.

"Grass" I shouted hysterically loudly, raised his eyes to see Liu Director is constantly to the mouth has been completely shattered notebook debris. I was anxious to red eyes, a stuck up to his neck, " grass your mother, you give Lao Tze spit out, quickly spit out!”

As if I was pinching someone else's neck, Liu had no reaction, he put his mouth, while also raised his head "ha ha" straight eyes smile to me.

I really had the heart to choke him directly. To know, I have seen from Wang Weicheng's diary that he is a blind move, and, most importantly, he has found some ways to restrain the blind attack, or his own experience. At that critical moment, Liu was so dead that it was broken, even if the superb craftsman could not recover the kind of broken. Even if he grabbed a second or two late, I saw the prescription!

"grass!"I side hard to choke liu's neck, a side back to scold small white them," you f*****g dead? Have been a soldier for so many years, even such a thing can not see, you are all dead ball calculate......"

Small white they do not know why I am angry, after I scolded a confused, taking advantage of my panting gap. They just returned to god, and then someone began to realize that Liu has been I pinched not to gas, someone hurriedly came to pull the fight.

"Go, no pull... I want to choke him!"Someone to pull the fight, more aroused my anger, I desperately strangled Liu's neck, his hands and feet disorderly dance, no human color.

"Zhao technician! It's life!"Someone to the side of the drag Liu director, someone from behind a hug me, and then someone forced to break open my hand.

I am not willing, I really want to strangle him, " dead him a what, grass! I almost found a way!"I said it as I rushed over again.

Small white they hurriedly hold me, " have words to say have words to say, zhao technician.”

"Good to say? Say a ball!"I struggled, while scolding," you f*****g night grab a step, you f*****g more attention to his eyes, see him he is wrong, a little pull him to a second or two, I see the prescription!”

"prescript?"Small white they looked at each other, do not understand what I am saying."What prescription?”

"A lifesaving prescription! Maybe could save Wu's prescription...... nothing now... " I gave up the struggle and sat down on the ground, saying in despair.

Hearing me say so, they first silent, then small white roar: " kill his turtle son!”

...... No one showed mercy, Director Liu was beaten half dead lying there motionless.

I looked at them coldly, a word do not want to say, they have what qualifications to beat Liu Director? Just now, Director Liu was tied by us, as long as they take a little half an eye to look at him, it will not happen later, maybe we are now ready to go out back down the mountain.

After fighting Officer Liu, the whole room was full of panting sound, after all, such a high altitude, beating people is also a very physical consumption of work.

I don't know what to do. We can only die in this situation. To this point, it is not the problem of being afraid of death, how to die, is the most important.

The records in Wang Weicheng's log make me thoroughly afraid. I'm afraid kept climbing outside the window of wu section chief suddenly give me, then I finished, I am sure like the log old qin them all day, self-harm hit the wall, and then slowly be tortured to death, finally even a dead people are useless, maybe even until bones are rotten no one knows we died here...