dramatic death

[Tan laughs to death. 】

That was the sixth letter sent to him.

There are still familiar handwriting on the yellowed diary paper, and the pen writing is cleaner than any previous diary, neatly arranged on the equidistant striped paper, like lonely tombstones.

Yin Tong was stunned for a while on the first four words of the diary. He seemed to have remembered something, opened the drawer, and opened all the diaries he had received so far.

The messy diary paper was spread out on the bed, and he found the name "Tan Xiao" in the fourth letter, and there was only a short sentence.

That's what the "instructor" said.

【"Thanks to Tan Xiao this time, this dilapidated school is like an isolated island, and it takes a lot of hard work to find a surveillance video."】

Who is "Tan Xiao"?

Yin Tong followed the messy ink blots and looked up line by line. The handwriting of the fourth letter was scribbled like a child's graffiti. He rubbed the stains with his fingertips to examine them carefully, as if he could smell the indelible ink on the old paper. bloody.

[He was lying on the spot where I was first revenged, lying with a lower grade student.He seems to be asleep, and he seems to be thinking about some life issues. From my perspective, I can only see his blood-stained arms, twisted, and hanging powerlessly on the grass. 】

The owner of the diary wrote.

[I don't know what he went through.

The petite girl passed me by in a shoddy metal wheelchair, knocking me staggering and almost kneeling on the grass.A ray of morning sun rose from behind me in the sky, passed through the cold morning wind, and fell on the dirty grass in front of me. 】

[I saw the instructor smile, he turned his head and looked at me, his bright eyes were like a morning star hidden in the sky. 】

That little girl in a wheelchair should be "Tan Xiao".

Yin Tong read the jargon word by word, and while recalling, opened the memo on the terminal and drew a rough orientation map on the blank page.

He used simple lines to outline the school hospital standing under the thin morning light, and marked the instructor lying on the grass behind the school hospital, the girl named Tan Xiao sitting in a wheelchair, and the owner of the diary who came in a hurry.

His fingers were cold, and his fingertips trembled slightly. He looked at the light screen floating in mid-air, looked at the sketch he had just drawn, and heard a small voice in his heart.

I should have been here.

When Yin Tong heard that voice, he hesitated but repeated it seriously.

I have been here.

He looked at the sketch on the light screen, at the hospital.He vaguely felt that he had seen this scene before. He had seen the pale walls of the school hospital exposed to the scorching sunlight, the closed windows were covered with heavy curtains, the open main door had no sunlight, and the hall was pitch black. There was a gloomy and cold air flowing through the void.

He remembered that the walls were so cold that people's fingertips trembled, that there were countless anti-theft doors silently lined up on both sides of the corridor, that there was the sound of water dripping from the distant bathroom, "tick, tick", and the high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor tiles. Knead together.

He remembered that scene, and he also remembered the hospital.

He seemed to hear a childish voice trembling in his heart whispering "It's so scary", he heard it say.

"There is no living person in there."

Yin Tong suddenly woke up from the memories.

He lowered his hands, listening to the sound of his heavy breathing echoing in the empty room, then clenched his fists and slammed hard on the bedside table.

The severe dull pain relieved his tense nerves, Yin Tong took a deep breath, opened the sixth letter, and continued to read.

……

[10 month 26 day]

Tan died laughing.

She jumped from the roof of the Bowen Building, and fell into the flower bed downstairs. Her palm-sized head hit the cold concrete platform, staining a mess of broken branches and leaves.

Those who found her were a few students on duty who got up early to open the door. They screamed and attracted the sleepy security uncle, and tremblingly called the guard on duty.The cold wind of late autumn spread the piercing shade, and Tan Xiao lay down in the cold flower bed downstairs of Bo Wen all night, her eyes were always open, and there was a faint smile on her mouth, she seemed to be awake and like I fell into a dream, my godless eyes looked at the gray sky above the school through the rotten leaves on the branches.

what is she looking at

The students were discussing one after another.

"Freedom," someone said.

Tan Xiao’s death caused chaos in the school that morning. In our class alone, three people convulsed because of the pressure in their hearts. Their fingers were convulsed to the point of stiffness, and they fell to the ground gasping loudly.My instructor is very busy. After all, he is still a small class monitor. I watched him running back and forth between the classroom and the school hospital, sweating all over his head. I wanted to help but couldn’t intervene, so I could only curl up in my seat obediently. , not to trouble him.

At this moment, the classmate at the front desk turned around and knocked on my desk.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what happened to you?" He said to me the first sentence since he transferred to another school, "It's the first time I've met a transfer student with so many rules and regulations. Why did you come to school? It’s like coming to be punished.”

I didn't say anything, he seemed to have expected my reaction long ago, shrugged with a smile: "Don't do this, we are fellow inmates and we want to share information anyway, brother doesn't care how much you stabbed me, you can't be big Speed?"

"What information?" I asked.This is the first time I have noticed the person at the front desk. His hair is very long and hangs on his shoulders like a little girl. He has a subtle difference from my other classmates. I can't tell the reason for this difference. coming, but obviously, if you were to put everyone into categories, he seemed to be in the same category as my instructor.

They should come from the same place, I think.

"'What information?'" The front desk repeated my question. He blinked his eyes in doubt, and then gasped for a sudden realization. He said, "No, you really don't know anything?"

What should I know?I really don't know anything.

The front desk curled his lips and got up and changed his posture. He sat down on the chair and propped his chin with his hands. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Do you know how the children in this classroom got here?"

I shook my head.

"Most of them are bought," said the front table, "'Send your children to the No. 5 Middle School in Waste City to participate in the seed cultivation program, and you will receive a government subsidy of [-] yuan per year." They are all very popular, and five-year-old children can memorize them by heart. Those poor people live a hard life, and this "huge sum" is simply a gift from heaven. What is it to sell children? Children are sent in to enjoy their blessings, and they can't see each other. Proof that he's doing well."

"Wait," I interrupted him, "You said this is an abandoned city?"

The front desk "tsk tsk" to my question for a while, and he said, "You really don't know anything. That's right, this is the abandoned capital, Deerlicott, the slum code-named NO.57, this The nation's dump."

He lay on the back of the chair, dragged his long voice and pretended to be emotional: "Aren't you surprised? Just be surprised. Look at the greenery of our school, look at the grove with high prices, look at our school. Do you think the antique clock tower is too incredible?"

"It's just unbelievable. Think about the teaching methods in this school, think about our disciplined classmates, think about everything you have suffered, don't you think these things are ridiculous?"

"How ridiculous. In human society, everyone in this school will be thrown into the White Tower. But if you put all this in the laboratory, wouldn't it be reasonable?"

The front desk laughed suddenly, as if he had seen something interesting, his shoulders trembled as he suppressed his voice, and said, "Your complexion is so bad, didn't you expect that? That's right, you who were brutally isolated by the monitor You don’t know anything, after all, before today, you were just a guinea pig locked in a box.”

"But starting today, you are one of us. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dong Tiantian, and the scientists call me A3217."

"Thank you Tan Xiaoba, she vacated the seat of A3214 for you."

……

Yin Tong rubbed the yellowed letter paper with his fingers, and was silent for a while, then enlarged the interface belonging to the memo on the light screen, and wrote down the information that appeared in the letter.

[Tan Xiao, A3214.

Dong Tiantian, A3217. 】

All the information about the abandoned capital still remains on the search interface removed from the light screen. It was originally called Deerlicott, a small border city located in the northeast corner of the country, surrounded by towering walls for many years. To the north is an endless dirty river, and to the south is a processing plant for garbage disposal.

The total area of ​​this place is less than 100 square kilometers, and it cannot afford the title of "city".

Just like in Yintong's memory, the images found by the search engine are still full of abandoned garbage and broken steel and concrete. Even the local residents can't remember the awkward name "Deerlicott", they call it here It is called "abandoned capital", or simply called "garbage dump".

The sky of the abandoned city is a narrow square surrounded by criss-crossed reinforced concrete, and the air is a smog mixed with domestic garbage and disinfectant water.All the waste excreted by the city will pour into this small city after simple degradation. They fill every inch of the muddy ground layer by layer and blend into the lives of local residents silently.

Chairs with broken legs will be repaired into cradles, and rotten food will be used as nourishment. The poorest people in the entire country live here. They live in the depths of the dark city, watching passers-by in the sun through broken glass windows.

Snooping out for anything to snatch.

The residents of the abandoned capital are never exposed to the surface, and they go deep underground along the dirty and tortuous sewers, which is the busiest "city center" of the city.The dark and damp underground corridor twists and connects with the abandoned railway, and the dim light cannot illuminate every figure. The sticky dark depths.

They are not used to the sun, nor do they like the sun.

When Yin Tong was dug out by Christie three years ago, he was lucky enough to visit this small town. At that time, he was wearing a torn coat dug out from the garbage dump, walking on the potholed path, staggering along with Christie's back. , the remaining curtain walls on the toppled high-rise buildings outline his dark silhouette, and the distant sky is gray, leaving only circles of dazzling sunlight.

He didn't see a single living creature in a radius of a hundred miles, but he was riddled with holes by the sight that followed him like a shadow.With his head lowered and his face covered, he stepped on Christie's footsteps through the crumbling ruins, and those greedy eyes watched them go through the high walls that wrapped the ruined city, verified their citizenship, and took the bus back to Central City suspension car.

There can't be a "school" in this place, Yin Tong thought, no one would suggest education to homeless people.

This is a place full of crime and violence, and morality is not worth mentioning. Even the government troops stationed under its walls are not to protect the people, but to supervise the "mob" inside the walls.

They need to be on guard day and night, always guarding against the looting of those "barbarians".The only thing they wanted to protect was the laboratory building—that white building that was exposed to the glare of the sun and was incompatible with the abandoned city.