Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

Qin Yangming was shocked and read it carefully.

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"September 2074, 9. Weather: Red Moon."

"This is my third year of work. It's really boring here. Under the policy of high confidentiality, we can't have any contact with the outside world. Although the leaders will try their best to arrange some entertainment activities for us, it's still too boring overall. So for the first time in my life, I have the desire to write a diary. Maybe it's because I feel lonely in my heart facing those cold procedures all day long, and I have no one to confide my emotions to, so I want to vent by writing a diary!"

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"September 2074, 9. Weather: acid rain."

"I still recall the scene when I first entered this institute from time to time. The scene of that day is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday. I was just a newly graduated student at that time, and I don't know how I suddenly received such an invitation letter. The sender was also very mysterious. There was no name, no unit, only a string of numbers - a string of confusing numbers. And there was also an address I had never heard of."

"I remember it very clearly. The letter said that they were in urgent need of talent like me, and that they would provide me with a very generous salary package after I reported for the job. They also specially listed all the benefits on a list. I still remember how fast my heart beat when I first saw the terms on the list. The benefits were too generous, so generous that I couldn't even imagine it. The overall benefits were more than a hundred times higher than those of my peers. Even some graduates from prestigious universities could never find such a job. I even thought it was a scam..."

"Although the letter clearly stated that they valued my programming ability, in fact, my programming ability is not that great. It's just that an algorithm I designed once won the first prize in the World University Computer Programming Competition... From this point of view, I am still quite good, hahahaha..."

"But even so, I still regarded the invitation letter that later changed my life as a new scam. After all, there are too many scammers in today's society. Until that day, a car of soldiers with live ammunition appeared in front of my rental house..."

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"October 2074, 10. Weather: Carrion rain."

"Wow! I haven't written a diary for a long time. I didn't even realize that my fountain pen had run out of ink. Although few people continue to use this outdated writing tool, I think it is a kind of sentiment. The beautifully shaped fountain pen nib moves on the yellowed notebook. What a wonderful feeling..."

"I find myself liking writing a diary more and more. It's like having a conversation with myself. I have someone who can listen to me, and that person is myself. How can I describe this feeling? It's just like Li Bai's poem, "I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people..."

"Okay, let's continue from the last time. I remember it was raining that day, a heavy rainstorm, and the sky was gloomy. I was knitting a very difficult but also very challenging program in my rental house. At this time, I heard something making a bang. At first I didn't pay much attention to it, but then I realized that it was my door that was ringing..."

"As soon as I opened the door, several guns were pointed at my head. Several red dots from laser sights were moving in a small range on my forehead. I was terrified. Then those people took out a piece of paper and held it in front of me. I had seen that paper before. It was an invitation letter, exactly the same as the one I had received before. It was obviously a photocopy."

"I remember the soldier who was closest to me and whose gun was about to be put into my mouth read the words on the invitation letter very seriously: Dear Mr. Lucard, we sincerely invite you to work in our department. You are about to carry out an unprecedented great cause..."

"Then, those people 'sincerely' invited me to get on their armored vehicle. My eyes were covered tightly all the way, and even my ears were blocked by a tightly covered earmuff. I couldn't hear anything..."

"Finally, I came to this godforsaken place..."

"Okay, that's all for today. The experiment on Subject 834 is about to begin. I remember the drug it will be injected with is 'Soldier'. I wonder what strange things will happen today..."

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"December 2074, 12. Weather: Lost Fog."

"Phew! I'm so tired!"

"Today is the last day of the year. The project manager gave us a night off. I finally have the chance to take out my diary again..."

“I find reading my memories is like communicating with my past self, which is a wonderful feeling.”

"Where were we last time? Oh, right. When I entered this research institute converted from an underground air-raid shelter, I was not greeted with a loud welcome ceremony, but a series of extremely strict audits, including political audits, psychological state audits, personality type audits, and even whether I was hostile to humans, whether I had or had ever had the idea of ​​destroying humans. Instruments were installed on my body, and they even observed my irises while I was answering these questions... Now that I think about it, these measures at the time were even more than necessary. After all, the work I was going to do was indeed related to the fate of all mankind..."

"After going through so much torture, what shocked me the most was the first weekend I came here. At that time, a senior who had been in charge of leading me brought me there. Standing in the observation room, I saw the monster clearly through the special glass wall that could withstand anti-tank missiles. The monster with a face full of mouths..."

"The senior said that it was containment object No. 934. I still remember that at that time, besides feeling terrified, I also had a very clear feeling in my heart, that is, this is the truth of this world, and a new door is slowly opening to me..."

"After that, after signing numerous confidentiality agreements, I officially started working at the institute. The project I was involved in was called Cradle..."

“At first I didn’t quite understand what [Cradle] meant, but when my senior showed me the thousands of code modules, I used my genius analytical ability to quickly understand the purpose of the program.”

"The Cradle is a self-regulating environment that allows the experimental subject to grow quickly."

"To put it simply, the Cradle is a novice village where people can fight monsters, level up, and obtain all kinds of powerful equipment. Those experimental subjects can grow up quickly here."

"At that time, my interest was immediately piqued, and I quickly immersed myself in programming..."