Chapter 624: Cellar and Diary
Dead, all dead...
I am the only one left in the village, and I am afraid I can't hold on for much longer.
But before I die, I should leave some information, so that if someone finds me in the future, at least he should know what happened here, and...
I, Xu Lu, am the last person alive in Xinshu Village!
My name is Xu Lu, and I am a college student from the village.
Everyone in the village had high hopes for me. My family even held a banquet to celebrate my graduation, and all the uncles and aunts in the village contributed money.
But just a few years after I graduated, I returned to the village and have been staying indoors ever since.
The villagers were talking about this, many of them gossiping about me, saying that I was a loser and no wonder I couldn't find a wife at such an old age...
But I don't care, they will never understand what I do.
When I was in college in the city, I learned about a group that promoted the so-called end of the world. The date of the doomsday mentioned by this group of people kept changing, and no one knew when the real doomsday would be.
I used to look down on them, thinking that their IQ was even lower than that of the villagers in my hometown.
But after working for a few years, I gradually discovered that there were many strange things around me, such as the faucet that I always turned on by myself, the figure floating outside the window of the neighbor's house, and something faintly moving on the moon...
These unreasonable things happened one after another, but except for me, no one else seemed to care, so I could only pretend not to care.
Maybe others are pretending too.
After a long time, I became numb to it.
Until one day, I went to visit my female boss's house. She said she wanted to go back to her room to change clothes and asked me to wait. I couldn't help but secretly take a look, but I found that on her clothes hanger, there were actually different human skins!
This scene scared me!
Without waiting for her to change, I fled in a hurry and happened to meet the group of people preaching the end of the world downstairs.
I was horrified and joined the group.
As more and more strange things happened in life, I realized that the city was no longer safe. There were just too many people here, so I returned to my hometown and dug a cellar under the utility room, storing a lot of survival supplies.
I spent a lot of time preparing the shelter, and just as the shelter was completed, the changes began.
The moon is getting bigger and redder. News about the moon is broadcast on TV every day. Various experts and professors take turns to explain it, but no one can give a convincing answer.
Then one day, the TV programs stopped, the newspapers stopped publishing, and this small Xinshutun seemed to have become an isolated island in the sea, cut off from all contact with the outside world.
At this point, those stupid villagers finally developed a sense of crisis. They stockpiled food and supplies, began to collect weapons, and lived in fear every day.
But I didn't tell them anything. One thing I learned in the doomsday cult was that when a disaster strikes, the most dangerous thing may not be the disaster itself, but the stupid and ignorant people.
I urged my parents to hide in the cellar with me, but they had long thought I was crazy and were unwilling to listen to me.
Oh, and they are all stupid and ignorant too!
Finally one day, I heard my parents screaming in the cellar.
At first I felt very sad, but later I was even a little happy because the end of the world had finally come, which proved that I was right!
But I can't hide in the cellar forever. Those monsters will surely search house to house, and my cellar will be discovered sooner or later.
So I used the cameras I had set up in advance to observe and confirm that there was no danger in the house. I then rushed out and first hung my parents' bodies in a conspicuous place. Then I drained their blood and sprayed it everywhere to create the illusion of cruelty.
I had rehearsed all of this in my mind several times, so I completed it quickly.
When I finished all this, I returned to the cellar, waiting for the decision of fate in fear.
One day, two days, three days...
Time passed little by little. At first, I could hear screams every day, but later the sounds gradually became less and less. Those monsters really didn't come to find me! I lived in the cellar for more than a month, and during this time, I figured out one thing: some monsters are transformed from humans. If you don't want to become a monster, then...
[This paragraph is blacked out]!
Although life in the cellar is safe, there are still many inconveniences. I have enough food and drink, but there is no way to store my excrement, so it can only be sealed in a large barrel.
The smell in the room became worse and worse, and my body seemed to be getting weaker from not seeing the sun for a long time.
Come to think of it, I deserve to die too!
But I am still alive today, which proves that I am right. No one can call me crazy or a useless stay-at-home person anymore, so I leave this text...
Oh, it turns out that I still care about those people’s opinions.
……
The above is what Wu Xian compiled based on Xu Lu’s diary.
There are a lot of blackened and torn parts in the diary, some of which are purely emotional venting, but those things were filtered out by Wu Xian.
After the main text of the diary ended, there were several blank pages, and after these blank pages were large words written in blood.
'Look at the moon!'
"You must look at the moon!"
'If you don't look at the moon for a long time, you will get sick and... [blackened]
Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "What? Just finish speaking!"
He closed the diary and began to observe the cellar. The cellar was not small, about the size of two bedrooms, and there were many supplies on the shelves.
The room was filled with an appalling stench, and there were several large barrels filled with spoiled filth that made one feel sick just by looking at it.
A half-rotten corpse was lying on the table, and he was writing in a diary.
Judging from the situation in the cellar, the contents of the diary are relatively credible. If one day in the future, Wu Xian really comes to this world, many things in the diary can give him a reference.
But after watching for a while, Wu Xian suddenly felt something was wrong.
He walked around the cellar and pulled down a curtain on the wall. He saw a big hole behind the curtain, which was filled with disgusting mucus.
Something once came through this hole!
Wu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xu Lu is indeed dead, but he may not have died of illness, but was killed by the evil spirit that sneaked in, and then placed the body in the current state, and blacked out some of the contents in the diary."
"No, that's not right..."
If an evil spirit faked the scene, it could have destroyed the bones and torn up the diary. There was no need to leave this information behind.
Unless there is a part in the diary that is useful to evil spirits!
But the handwriting in the diary is very uniform, even the blood words at the back can be seen to be written by one person.
Wu Xian was confused and squatted down to examine the corpse, and he made a new discovery!
The skeleton of this corpse is very small, and it doesn't match the signs of life in the cellar. The clothes don't fit well, and they must have been forced into the cellar...
In other words, even the bones were fake!
At this point, Wu Xian had a second version of his guess.
Xu Lu did use the cellar to avoid the evil spirit, but it was not because the cellar was so hidden, but because he had already turned into an evil spirit without knowing it!
There is no need for evil spirits to kill another of their own kind!
Xu Lu gradually realized his abnormality in the later period, so there are a lot of blackened parts in the diary. Many of the contents in it may be fabricated by evil spirits with malicious intent!
So, don’t believe everything in this diary!
(End of this chapter)
