Children, where did those children who were once like me end up?

You know too much,

Sometimes it's not a good thing.

Over the years, I have laughed at everyone I met, and I have put on a larger black "collar" around my neck. I still don't know what it is, except that it makes me even more uncomfortable when I sleep.

I only know that people who wear white protective clothing after wearing a collar are more willing to get close to me.

Doctor seems to trust me more

It seems like this is a pretty good thing.

But I think,

I have to do something.

Yes! Something must be done.

But,

What can I do?

Confinement day: 1952.

Ten years have passed, no, eleven years to be precise, and I want to do something.

But in the end nothing was done

In the past eleven years, many children have come and left in the solitary room. The doctor's hair has become increasingly pale, and sometimes he will mutter something to himself.

Once, he stared at the collar around my neck and said words with unclear meanings such as "suppressor" and "insufficient power", and then returned to the office in a dazed manner.

The next day, the doctor gave me a birthday gift like every year - a larger black collar. With his gray hair, he looked a little haggard.

I put on the collar silently,

But I found that the usual "tingling and discomfort" that lasted for a while when I just put on the collar did not appear.

This is strange.

But it's always a good thing.

Finally, I had to do something.

I said to myself in my heart.

Confinement day: 1954.

One night this year, a man who looked similar to me came to me. "Almost" here does not refer to age, body shape or appearance.

In fact, I am short in stature,

He is very tall,

It looks very powerful.

The "almost" here means that the person was wearing a black collar that was almost the same size as me.

he tells me,

we escape,

Help everyone here,

Escape from this world!

To be honest, the tone in which he said this reminded me of my late grandfather.

While he was saying this, his eyes were fixed on me. When I raised my head, a pair of hot golden vertical pupils were reflected in my eyes, full of a soul-stirring sense of oppression.

that moment,

I know he is not grandpa.

At the same time, I finally figured out what I wanted to do all these years.

Escape.

Confinement Day: 55 years

This year I gained eight more friends. They came from different areas of this underground enclosed space. Most of them were silent and wore black collars as big as mine around their necks.

We often wander around this huge closed underground space late at night like nocturnal gods, wandering past the iron bars of each closed room, spreading our ideas, purpose and what we want to do to our companions who are huddled on the cold marble floor.

matter.

In fact, there are surveillance everywhere.

The next morning, as long as the doctor and the people in white protective suits adjust the surveillance slightly, everything we did during the night will be completely exposed.

Next we will be arrested, held separately for interrogation, and face consequences that no one knows.

But all this didn't happen.

Because I can make us disappear from the surveillance screen at night, so that the doctor and those in white protective suits can only see what they want to see.

Overall, everything went smoothly.

It was a little too smooth.

It has to be said that the content engraved on the stone tablet is not very detailed, and the time span is also very large.

But Higashinohara still got a glimpse of the blood and cruelty of various inhumane mysterious experiments in that dark underground world from another straightforward statement of the Sky Fox Bart family. The subsequent struggle and escape seemed to take a long time.

Time to prepare.

Higashinohara followed the inscription further down and saw that the time was ten years later.

Confinement day: sixty-six years.

Fox area, dragon area, lion area.

In ten years, our power has penetrated into every corner of this closed underground world.

Thanks to my ability,

The white-haired doctor and the man in the white protective suit were unaware of all this.

The darkness will eventually pass.

The dawn is right in front of you.

The man from Long District who I met by chance told me that his greatest wish in life was to take a look at the real sun and feel the feeling of being enveloped by the sunshine.

I said, soon.

The man asked me, what is your wish.

My wish?

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of those people walking in the underground closed area, tightly wrapped in white protective clothing, with only a pair of emotionless eyes exposed from head to face.

I don’t know why. My sight can penetrate the wall paper but cannot penetrate those white protective clothing.

Over the past few decades,

I have always been curious about those people who silently send batches of children into this underground world and silently pack the "sleeping" children into sealed bags and transport them out, those wrapped in tight protective clothing.

What does it look like?

Are they just like us?

The man from Long District was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment of silence, he patted my shoulder and said he would help me realize this wish.

I nodded to express my gratitude.

I know he can do it because he is the most powerful man in this underground world wearing a black collar.

Confinement day: six or seven years.

Blood

There's blood everywhere

Glass shards were scattered all over the floor. The white plaster on the walls was cracked and peeled off like tofu, exposing large areas of reinforced concrete. The previously hard marble floor was riddled with holes. Blood spread on the ground like a meandering river and merged into large rouge.

A pool of blood.

I met an old doctor who stopped me in an electric wheelchair.

He somewhat frantically raised his arm, which was so shriveled that only the skeleton was left, and said to me.

You can't leave! None of you can leave! You are the hope of mankind! I must find the reason for "all that"!

I looked at him expressionlessly,

tell him,

We are the hope of mankind.

So,

Who is our hope?
To be continued...