The laboratory is dead, and some colleagues have begun to sleep for a long time. I understand them. If they fail day after day in such a place where there is no sight, people can easily become crazy.

But I'm not crazy yet, because I miss you every day.

My beard is a little long, so I will read another poem for you.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

A new group of colleagues came and told us that the plan had changed and our experiment was terminated and we could go back.

I asked about the content of the new plan they launched, which is called the "God-making Plan". It seems that it has been implemented two hundred years ago and has made breakthroughs in recent years.

The content of the plan seems to be to forge oracles in the dome and hold a competition of cannibalism to arouse people's emotions to create a god named "Bai Shen".

I don't understand what the upper class is doing, but it has nothing to do with me.

Over the years, I have written hundreds of letters to you. Although these letters cannot be passed on to your hands, I have stuck one by one and put them in a carton under the bed. When I take this carton back, we can read them from scratch together.

If... I can go back.

The natural disaster in the dome broke out and we were blocked in the laboratory.]

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The situation described in the letter gradually began to take a sharp turn.

The writer began to use complex poems to cover his messy thoughts and emotions.

In the end, his ink traces became thinner and his sentences became shorter and shorter.

He was just repeating, in various ways, constantly,

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"Pingping, I miss you very much."

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

The dome land fell into a natural disaster period very early, and the volcano erupted, and we couldn't get out. The ground was covered with hot soil and high temperatures.

I am a little hungry, and the next group of people has not come, and our supplies are getting scarce. Now I only eat one steamed bun a day and sleep in the quilt the rest of the time, so it will be easier.

I compiled a new poem and read it to you. I hope you like it.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

Dr. Mark Wen died today.

He died of illness and had a high fever. There was no antipyretic medicine here, and the wet towel was useless. He died in his bed, holding a photo of his wife.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

Today, there seems to be something wrong with my eyes, and I can't see what you look like in your photo.

Fortunately, I can still see the blue sea and the red rose you gave me, the color is very bright.

It doesn't matter, I remember how you look, it doesn't matter if you can't see it.

The laboratory was very quiet, we were all too hungry, the leather sofa was eaten up, and only a layer of cloth was left. Haha, it was not my turn.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

My body is getting weaker and weaker, and I haven't eaten for too long.

I can't walk any longer.

Dr. Charlie is dead.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

The photo wall gradually became empty.

Captain Carl is dead.

I don't want to hear anything, even my heartbeat and breathing are very noisy.

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

The flower of curse fire is beautiful. It has not withered for more than ten years. I wrapped it around my wrist.

We do not intend to die in the lab bed, and the next group of colleagues may come over, our bodies will contaminate the lab environment.

We plan to die in the underground passage so that the soil will cover the body.

I sent away the weak old Zach next door, who died in the underground passage.

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

My beard is like a homeless man under a bridge hole, and I want to eat toothpaste.]

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【Pingping:

Exhibition of Xinjiao.

My body is getting weaker and weaker...I may be going to the underground passage.

I remembered myself who used soil to bury my colleague's body for the first time more than ten years ago.

At that time, I probably didn't expect that I would die so late, and died in the underground passage, without even the one who buried me.

I miss the Mapo tofu you made, Pingping.]

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Su Mingan continued to flip through.

Behind them are colleagues of the letterwriter, one after another of the messages of the dead.

The last page is a short paragraph of text with very shallow ink.

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【Pingping:

There is still no sign of ending the natural disaster.

I'm almost out of reach, I... am going to the underground passage.

But I hope that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, I will be back.

Willow branches, lilacs, and evening breeze.

I want to take a carton and photos with you, who is forty-eight years old this year, and with your 23-year-old daughter, to watch the beautiful spring day.

My love for you is longer than diamonds and stronger than rocks.

When I think of you, my heart is filled with secret joy, my wife.

No.

My widow.

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I don't regret coming here.

Pingping.

I will go against my nature, against my instinct, and love you forever.]

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To be continued...