On December 30th, we were lost!
With this day as the dividing line, the following handwriting became scrawled and messy, and the things recorded above gradually turned into a record of Professor Philip getting lost in the forest, as if recording these was to leave a last word, or to leave a message to future generations. There are traces of his own existence. Just from the handwriting, you can see how anxious and uneasy the person who wrote these words was.
January 1st, today is the first day of the new year, but we are still lost in this damn forest! The Kemi guide who originally followed us also got lost during the escape. Now it is useless even to leave marks along the way. The sense of direction has been completely confused, so even if we find the marks, it is of no use. At most, we can only know that we are going again. Just turned back
January 7th, ten days after escaping from the last village, we walked in circles in the same jungle during the day, seeing nothing but trees, and at night we had to endure the frightening noises from unknown beasts. Roaring, unable to sleep. It was me who harmed them, it was me who harmed them. If I hadn’t used unconventional means to seize the Destiny Slate, the investigation team would not have ended up in this situation.
There are also many people in the investigation team whose spirits are on the verge of reaching their limit. Several people are about to collapse. Is there any need to intervene? However, the university has made it clear that it is not allowed to use extraordinary power to interfere with the lives of ordinary people.
On January 10th, Dandy, the botanist who came with us for investigation today, died. He was attacked by wild animals and a jaguar followed us. Originally, this kind of beast would not attack people easily. Such beasts in the jungle will be more cautious when facing humans. Besides, we still have guns in our hands, so wild beasts are even less likely to attack us easily. But Dandy jumped out crazily, provoking the jaguar at all costs and even tried to attack it. As a result, his throat was bitten through easily. By the time we reacted and drove the jaguar away with our guns, Dandy had turned into a corpse. The body was lying on the ground with blood spurting out.
His death was a huge blow to the entire investigation team. Two people suffered a mental breakdown because of his death. Someone must be found to take care of them, otherwise they are likely to suffer the same fate as Professor Dandy. We can't let more people die. If more people die, the entire investigation team may fall apart, and our food is almost gone. We will all die here. It looks like we will all die here.
If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have agreed to this job in the first place
The records of the next few days are all similar and can make people feel the heavy despair just by reading the words. The people of the investigation team finished the food bit by bit, and finally had to rely on collecting wild fruits to survive. The people in the investigation team fell into mental breakdown one after another under the slowly but surely approaching despair.
Wu Ming flipped through the last few pages of the notes and briefly glanced at the contents: After that, the contents of the notes became more and more desperate. Not only the records described by the recorder, but also the recorder's own scrawled and crazy handwriting could be seen. Professor Philip's spirit is gradually sliding towards the abyss of madness.
But what followed was an exciting record left in the wildly scrawled handwriting.
January 17th, an exciting day! We finally hunted a strange hairless monkey! The monkey was stupid, as if it didn't know what fear was. Even if we got close, it had no intention of running away. We caught the monkey without much effort.
Then Professor Fell, a zoologist, took the initiative to deal with the hairless monkey. He peeled off the fur of the hairless monkey with skillful techniques. The corpse of the hairless monkey with its skin removed looked very miserable, almost like a The dead body of a seven or eight-year-old child is no different.
Later, the professor cut the hairless monkey into eight pieces and made a delicious meal. He put the hairless monkey's internal organs, meat pieces, hands and feet on branches and roasted them over the fire. He had to admit that he had not eaten enough for several days. For us, this meal of meat indeed greatly satisfied our hunger, and even our tired spirits seemed to be healed. But everyone was filled with guilt and guilt, because the shape of the hairless monkey was too similar to that of a human being. It was too similar. At most, everyone just closed their eyes and finished chewing their hands and feet. As for the head, no one dared to touch it.
Although this meal of meat cannot save us from the current predicament, at least with this meal, we should be able to survive until tomorrow.
Seeing this paragraph of text, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a chill, and then he saw another paragraph of text below.
The text was newly added, and the ink was completely different from the previous handwriting stained with mud, water, and oil.
Looking back now, the problem may have arisen on this day
The person who wrote this record did not explain why he left this meaningful sentence, and the records in the following days did not explain it either. They just recorded that the investigation team finally walked out of the confusing jungle and returned to the right road. Perhaps Because of seeing hope, the mentally broken people in the investigation team cheered up one by one. As the situation improved, the pessimistic Professor Philip became more optimistic day by day. They soon found the nearest village and got Kai. Rescue of Mi villages. .
Later, a search and rescue team organized by an outside party also successfully found the investigation team trapped in the jungle, picked them up, and sent them to a nearby large hospital for admission treatment and post-traumatic psychological intervention. During the admission treatment, Professor Philip He submitted the Destiny Slate and the report of this mission to the magician at the University of Michigan, and rested in the hospital after completing the mission.
Wu Ming noticed that it was at this time that Professor Philip's thinking changed dramatically.
From pessimism to optimism from negative to positive.
March 13th, sunny day, I was finally discharged from the hospital. Although I have told the psychiatrist several times that I am fine, I don’t care about what happened this time or what happened a few years ago. They still insisted on letting me stay for more than a month, but now I can finally meet my fiancée!
I can finally get into my new job! So happy!
Immediately after this record, there is a short sentence with a completely opposite artistic conception to the previous one.
No! wrong! Why do I feel happy in that kind of life-threatening job? !
Not just here, but also for several subsequent records.
Today Heavenly Father conveyed the gospel to me again, and His voice is still so reassuring. Although I still can’t understand what He is saying, I firmly believe that as long as I am pious enough, sooner or later I will be able to understand the meaning of the Gospel.
Heavenly Father? ! What the hell is that? ! What's wrong with me? ! Why are these words written? Why am I completely ignorant of these things? !
Heavenly Father asked me to spread His gospel, but He told me not to act in a hurry yet, but to make preparations first. I think so too. Only by developing a group of initial devout believers can we better spread Heavenly Father's gospel. Since my trauma can be healed by the grace of Heavenly Father, wouldn’t seeking out those traumatized patients be a better way to spread the gospel?
What Heavenly Father? ! What gospel? ! Is this mental pollution? Or extraordinary influence? ! All I heard was the chaotic sound of the ocean tide. My body had mutated. What were these wriggling tentacles? ! What happened to me? !
There are more and more records in this precise format, and traces of being erased by pens gradually appear on the notebooks. At first, they were positive and positive records, but slowly as time went by, the erased words gradually became Those negative and passive records look like after a confrontation between two personalities, the one who was originally pessimistic and passive gradually fell into a disadvantage in the struggle.
At the end of this struggle between two personalities, Wu Ming saw a horrifying record.
Write to me when I wake up next time. Today is the 8th, at 12:13 noon. I don’t have much time this time. My body is gradually losing control. It looks like I am about to fall into a deep sleep. I don’t know when I wake up next time. When will it happen? I don’t know what I will forget again. I feel that there is a consciousness growing in my brain. It is feeding on my memories and experiences. Every time I wake up, I will find that my memory has changed from generation to generation. getting more serious.
My memory is becoming more and more fragmented now, and I forget more and more things, but judging from his daily records, it seems that he has been playing me very well when he wakes up, and even plays the role of Di Yue. It got better and better, and then I realized something
He is gradually replacing me!
Regardless of whether I still remember this thing when I wake up next time, but I have to bet, quick! Hurry and seek help from the magicians at the University of Michigan! If it were them, there would definitely be something done...
remember
The recording ended abruptly before it was finished and turned into a straight line that was deliberately straightened.
For a long time after that, Wu Ming frowned and looked through the records in this notebook for a long time, but he never saw the records of Professor Phillip. Instead, there were detailed records of the records left by Professor Phillip who had been replaced. Including secretly learning the magic in the magic book, establishing a church and developing a congregation, how to use magic to build a barrier to heal mental trauma, and mix the gifts from the Father summoned by ritual sacrifices into the Holy Communion and distribute them to the congregation, and then use Magic and chanting transform them one by one into their own kind in every sexual intercourse, so that they can also listen to the voice of the Heavenly Father.
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Thanks to Brother Mingyue Longya for your monthly ticket! Now my work and rest are getting normal and I no longer work overtime. I can try to write more and update more on weekends.
