[Tuesday, April 28, 1970, sunny. They all became so eager for quick success and instant benefits. I began to wonder whether the news brought yesterday had a positive effect or a negative effect, or both. I swear to the sky that I had absolutely no intention to stimulate them on purpose, but the fanaticism in their eyes had revealed that I could not stop it.

I really don't agree with Xiao Zeng's approach. When I think of the bloody scene, I can't eat anyway.

But if you don’t eat, you won’t have enough calories. If you leave alone, you will inevitably lose energy and die on the road. In this way, I can’t even go back to Bazhou. Unless I accept them.]

I read my throat and swallowed my saliva. It seemed that the 15th Division under high pressure had taken some aggressive behavior. What I wrote below would be a terrible story.

[As an instructor, Xiao Zhou also has a great deviation in the route. How could he bring Kamu's set to work? Last night I was too tired to travel and went to bed early. Unexpectedly, they had an overnight meeting! I should be glad that the 15th Division has been staying in the mountains and is isolated from the world. No one will hurt themselves no matter what their thoughts become. I am particularly worried that if the supply is interrupted today, then after these people go out, they will definitely encounter another group of deformed thoughts. They should not survive.

I really hope that all this is a nightmare, let it pass earlier. After that, the times are still good and the people's hearts are still good.]

“Kumu?!”

The bear skin witch suddenly became excited, and my heart also tightened. It turned out that Lin Feng and the others knew that Zhou Zhaofeng and the shaman witch had an affair with Kamu!

"It seems that you Chinese doctors are not entirely committed to science. Did the old man say which kind of witchcraft they used in experiments?"

I shook my head. Old Man Kamu's witch book is so thick that no one can understand most of the witchcraft recorded in it. With just a sentence passing by, no one can analyze the answer to the bear skin witch's question for a while. I cleared my throat and then recited:

[Not only do we want to resist death, but in fact, everyone wants to resist death - even if it is so difficult to live in this world. This is a good original intention. But when I saw the nomad in the vessel today, I felt that death was not terrible. Death was not dead and powerless, and this was the most tormenting state.

I am just an ordinary supplier, without any deep medical attainments. I really can't see what time is when he is freed from the organ health system. The bright red body was beating "beat, beat, beat", exposed outside, and his abdomen was also opened. I felt that it was not a person in front of me, but a representative of a beast at the quarantine station. This is really the bottom line of morality, and they still have to keep that breath. I think that when his body died and hung aside, under the influence of strange witchcraft, his brain was still alive, which is really cruel!

The irony is that in the sterile chamber next to him, his old father's body was placed, his blood was contaminated into a bubble and was useless.

I must leave tomorrow. The people here couldn't listen to anything. They even wanted to bring Kamu! I felt that they would definitely repeat the mistakes of the desert team. Lop Nur is a terrible place, but Kunlun is not much better.

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After reading the diary of the 28th, I realized that Lin Feng should have witnessed a heart transplant experiment in the cave. The whole process was very bloody for non-professional personnel. The "poor nomads in the vessel" refers to the glass cover at the entrance of the cave. They dissected the people inside and had to breathe their last breath to achieve a difficult-to-be-dead state! His father obviously had an accident and became a waste of experiments.

"It seems that they must have used nutrient solution." The little prince pursed his lips and looked at Lin Zheyu, "We have seen two situations where death is not dead and blood turns into blood foam. What did Dr. Lin say at that time and repulsion occurs?"

"In the current heart transplant surgery, before taking out the heart, one to 1.5 liters of blood from the donor should be drawn and injected into the organ health system for early cultivation. But forty years ago..." Lin Zheyu sighed, "Forty years ago, China had not yet perfected organ system instruments. I think they could only add nutrient solution to it in order to improve the survival rate of organs. Such forced surgery without screening is possible. Even if it is a relative transplant and the same blood type, the chance of allotropic rejection is very high, let alone injecting nutrient solution into the body of ordinary living people... It is simply a rush to achieve success. Such a surgery will of course be terrible."

"Yes... We laymen like us are no longer reliable. What about their results? Liuzi, please look at the back and see if there is any follow-up written in such a doomed failure experiment?" The big star urged, "I feel that the people of the 15th Division have developed into perverts... I feel that the description is so uncomfortable that even Lin Feng can't stand it. They must be anxious when they evacuated Kunlun. No matter how anxious they were, the research on the heart has never been achieved, and the supply has been interrupted, so they can't stay..."

"There is no longer a continuous diary afterwards, and the time jumped to June 1st." I turned a page and glanced at the diary for the International Children's Day, and my heart beat suddenly:

"No... they did not fail, and only one line of words was written on this page: 'The Fifteenth Division succeeded'!"

I put down those few pages of precious paper, and like everyone's expressions, my eyes widened in surprise. How could they use such backward techniques to succeed in just one month and a few days?!

"Ha, it's really ironic. Did these medical scientists in a state of ignorance make progress because of 'receiving Kamu'?" The bear skin witch laughed dryly and mocked.

[Saturday, August 1, 1970, moderate snow. I really want to celebrate this festival with them, but they have left. I want to leave too. I don’t want to be involved in the “One Fight Three Antis Movement”. I want to go very far, and I still have to pretend that I don’t know all this.

Before that, I should have a cup of tea for her, but unfortunately I didn’t bring my tea set with me. But I should do my best to do what I promised. If I still have a chance, I must come over to fulfill the contract again before I die. Anyway, she can live for a long time and doesn’t care about waiting.

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"Small Liuyi will wait a moment before chanting."

Just after reading the first few lines of the fourth diary, the mouse suddenly made a gesture of silence and looked up at the top:

"Hurry up, are you going straight to your destination? We don't have time to rest. If we don't act, we may not be able to catch up!"

"Damn it, they are really committed to heading to the highest point!" The little prince's expression was very bad. "Originally, he followed a little further. I think that when those female ghosts are carrying heavy objects, we will have a greater chance of winning by taking action to save people, but once these guys get involved in Queen Mother of the West, I don't know what the matter will develop!"

"No, it's too fast! It's too late!" The mouse was anxious, waved his hand and rushed forward, "Don't worry about the damn diary for now, run away!"

I was so confused that I couldn't react at all, so Mr. Zhang pushed me and took a step. In fact, everyone's expressions were like a wandering place, and our thoughts were still in the stories of forty years ago.

Forty years ago, the 15th Division no longer existed during the August 1st Army Day, but I don’t know what Lin Feng meant to “leave”. Was he evacuated here or died?

I don't know what the movement he wanted to avoid mean, but it must be another catastrophe of that era, so he chose to return to Hangzhou, hide his past as much as possible, and hide in the tea shop as low-key as possible, and live a life of ups and downs and downs?

Also, who is the "she" at the end?!

Obviously, the tea set that appeared in the snow mountain for some reason was prepared for "her" by Lin Feng who wanted to fulfill the agreement.

"She", was it the one who handed Lin Feng's relics back to Lin Zheyu twice?

I was so angry that I couldn't breathe. The oxygen in my brain could not supply me to think in this state. The mountain peaks upwards were so steep that it was outrageous. My body had to be tilted 45 degrees to not fall backwards, and no one dared to look back. Clouds surrounded the top of Kunlun Ruins. I felt a terrifying feeling of suspension below my body. Then I suddenly remembered that the appearance of the world map was strange, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom!
Chapter completed!