Plague Doctor

[There was a monster in front of me, I smelled it... My stomach was twitching.

These… monsters have invaded our cities and brought nothing but destruction. It has always been said that if our... civilization were to be replaced by this evil creation, that would be the most unjustifiable thing... are the angels dead?

Or is it the devil who rules the world?

I've always felt... but these monsters are not what we think they are... beasts, I've talked to this monster a lot, and it shows no worse intelligence than I do, and if it... puts away the contempt for me, maybe we'll talk deeper... (map part missing)

I dissected it and found that its body structure was actually... advanced. Ugly looks are just our definitions, just as they define us as ugly. But to be fair, their bodies… and more… I can't fool myself.

Others call me the Iron Son, but I now doubt if our resistance makes sense, our strength...? Or is it right?

They're better than us?

They're better than us?

They're better than us?

They're better than us?

Looking at this note, Gu Jun can see a seventy eighty percent. If you can't understand it, you can probably guess what it means.

The more he looked, the more the basement illusion appeared in his mind, as if he could hear the man who wrote the note full of panic and mumbling...

“It seems that this map does not belong to this world.” Gu Junxin said, "At least it doesn't belong to this generation. ”

The invasion of the city brought destruction, and it was clear that the race and civilization of this man had been driven to an end by this monster.

And this monster has also appeared in the world, there should be a lot of them, he has dissected one of their chest specimens himself...

“That basement still uses kerosene lamps, paper or parchment… the world's technology level in the notebook should be the same as it was on the eve of the industrial revolution in Europe? Our sages are not as good as these monsters, but they are so technologically advanced that they can still be eliminated by NASA. ”

Gu Jun thought, the Gatling machine gun can fire more than 1,000 rounds per minute. This monster's skeleton will certainly not be able to stop it.

It's just that he remembers Isolated Banyan disease... Machine guns need to be controlled if they are strong. If the plague breaks out, it would be worse than a monster...

Gu Jun looked at it several times before turning off the graph and turning to open the three-page diary.

As he watched, he muttered in his heart, adding to his speculation some words he could not understand:

[Rose 21 Oct ____ Rybdi - Payani

It rains heavily today, and it is often said that the Rose Year will not rain so heavily. But the weather seems insignificant compared to recent events.

The spread of cough haemorrhage has expanded again, from Byron City to Ely City, and is out of control. We in Sal City, too, had our first case.

The news made me want to vomit, and I shouldn't have reacted that way, because I graduated from the Imperial College of Highest Medicine, Callup College, and I learned all the known medical techniques, and I studied the principles of human functioning, not to shiver in the face of a disease.

People always look to the medical students at Carlop College to think that we are the messengers sent by the goddess to the world, to control the auspices of life and to illuminate this foolish world with the light of wisdom.

We therefore enjoy the highest honor of the Empire and enjoy the unconditional trust of the people.

But now, after Byron City and Ely City, the two most prosperous cities of the Empire, became hell, people were awake, and we were awake.

Carlop students are not messengers of the goddess, they are just things the devil despises.

Is that so? I wish I could stick to my beliefs for as long as possible, but I'm not the best one, even when I'm studying.

There is no better man in this session than Lilore Langton, who always gets the most acclaim and is loved by all.

Langton's anatomy was particularly well learned, and our hands were shaking during the first anatomy class, but Langton had the anatomy knife like his fingers.

Because of his hard heart and the fact that the scalpel was made of iron, I didn't know how to call him "Son of Iron," which became his nickname.

Langton and I are good friends, and although he is most proud of his credentials, he is very modest and very funny. Everyone said that Langton would do something big in the future, and that his thinking and action would be enough to become the true messenger of the goddess and radically change the old medicine.

After graduation, I went back to my hometown of Sal City, and Langton stayed in the capital of the college.

I didn't think that the last time he sent me was the last time we met.

I just received a secret message this morning that "Iron Son” Lilore-Langton committed suicide by slitting his throat with an anatomical knife.

The public does not yet know that if they were to know, this would be a major blow...

Langton left a suicide note, reportedly with little content, just information and some thoughts about him alone in the ruined town of Hawk. As for why he sought death, I was not told that he probably couldn't stand those monsters and coughing up hemorrhages.

Langton mentioned me in his letter so I could get the message. In his letter, Langton said, "Tell Peyani not to give up, but I'm leaving first. ”

What can I do if I can't even hold on to the Iron Son? I'm not the best one.

“Huh.” After reading the diary on the first page, Gu Jun took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom to pour a glass of water.

This so-called medical work diary is completely different from what he thought. But also as a medical dog, he can feel the tremendous pressure in the seemingly robust handwriting of Rybdi-Peyani... Peyani must have flipped around with a diary, but couldn't write down a valuable treatment before writing these...

Gu Jun looked out at the sunset in the sky outside the balcony and the sun was bleeding.

This alien has its origins, it seems to be another world, another civilization.

Look again, he drinks water and continues to read the next diary.

[Rose 8 Nov ____ Rybdi - Payani

In just over a dozen days, Sal City has fallen.

My hometown, Sal City, is known as the home of flowers, where I live a quiet life, not as noisy as the capital of the country, nor as ruthless as those machines.

Sal always takes every opportunity to make new friends, and in the end, almost everyone here knows each other.

Every year during the flower season, people take down flowers that grow in their yards and give them to each other. Even the most downtrodden bums on the streets are surrounded by scents of flowers every day during the flower season. Like Yingqiu flower, golden flower, soft grass, lily, moon season...

Of course, during the Rose Year, bright roses flourish in every corner of Sal City, becoming everyone's headwear.

I used to love this Sal culture so much, but now I hate it more and more.

All the genuine happiness of the past has been turned into even more pain in the last few days.

The first to die was Uncle Jonson, who opened a shoe store on Yingqiuhua Street, and whenever I passed by, he would always ask me about my recent situation and sell his new shoes. Uncle Joneson had never been anywhere with an epidemic, and he had never left Sal City in his life, but suddenly he was sick.

That's how all patients with coughing hemorrhage start to develop, edema in the lungs, failure in the lungs... (it's impossible to speculate here)... rupture... lots of blood in the mouth... eventually blood spills automatically from the skin of the chest, and life ends.

Our holy and great Dr. Carlop!

Even cough haemorrhage is a viral disease or a parasitic disease that cannot be understood.

Its mode of transmission is also unclear, it is not transmitted from air, it is not transmitted from food... it...

There's nothing we can do.

The other day, Mila died, Cagd died, Orlandon died, Nannie died... a friend I knew died one by one, and the roses all over the city withered, but the blood they coughed was still staining the city red.

And my parents... they died right under my nose.

I'm worried about Lyda now, and she's having some cough symptoms today. Don't be her, don't...

Goddess of Life, if you really exist, please.

“Hoo-hoo...” Gu Jun looked at the diary on page 2. He frowned and grabbed his heart and continued to look at the last three pages.

This page is written on February 5, "Violet Year," and if the Rose Year is followed by the Year of Violet, a few months have passed.

[Violet Feb 5 ____ Rybdi - Payani

Lyda's been dying of cough haemorrhage for almost three months, and I've been reluctant to think about it, let alone write it down.

Lyda and I met as teenagers, and she was not of noble origin, she was the daughter of a blacksmith. But when I first met her on Lily Street, I was mesmerized by her charm and deeply obsessed with her. She was wearing a plain white dress, slim and light, and had a pure and sincere smile.

Later I found out that she was the eldest sister of all the children on Lily Street, and that she jumped with them all day, allowing their parents to do other things freely.

It's my favorite sex. But when I first met her, I didn't know anything about her, but I had decided to marry the girl.

My pursuit of Lyda went well, and although I'm not as good as Langton, I also have some advantages that Lyda can appreciate.

In the years of studying at Carlop College, we kept in touch with the letter, and she was worried that I would choose not to go back to the country after graduation, but hoped that I would think about my future, after all, Sal City was a rural place.

But how does she know? My heart has never left Sal City, let alone her.

From the onset of the illness, Lyda developed quickly and left on the fifth day. I couldn't keep her, even for a few more days.

With the death of Lida, all my hopes have died, and how the world has meant nothing to me.

Unlike Langton, my despair, I have read his suicide note, and he has a nobler quest and a more noble ruin.

Yet I have only a few mediocre ideas. My parents, my old butler, my aunt, my friends, Lyda... if any of them were still alive, I might be able to support them, but they've all left.

Lyda's death made me understand that there is no god in this world, there is and has been defeated by the devil. God will not allow a man like Lida to die as miserably as he did! The last thing she said to me was, "Raybuddy, I'm sorry, I can't make it to the wedding.” We were supposed to be married in December of Rose.

What death is returning to the embrace of the goddess of life is a sublimation of life. I don't believe it.

The world is about to turn into a broken rubble, but what is there to be saddened about?

All my sorrows and fears went with Lida's departure.

I'm not afraid of the destruction of the world, I'm afraid of her being bullied in the abyss of hell, or something worse after death? I'm also worried about every friend I know. Their bones have melted, their nerves have stopped beating, but they are still spreading the fruits of disease, not with viruses, but with their deaths.

Father, Mother, Langton, Lyda, please forgive me, please wait for me.

Because I, Rebdi Payani, will die with you. ”