jdhmnovel Chapter 540 Miner's Diary
Chapter 540 Miner's Diary
The first copy in the file bag was the one Zhang Yang saw when the mountainous area was just unified.
The main content is about the story of the ideal country being suspected of being stranded in a mining area.
The next file was discovered later in the Deserted City.
Grant unfolded the folded document; it was a diary.
Dark Zone Calendar, 2014, Friday, cloudy weather.
It's so weird in this mine today, I must write these things down!
My name is Will Valentine, and I've worked in this mine for many years. Although my life was hard, it was relatively peaceful. I hoped to earn more money so that my family could live a good life. But today, everything changed.
In the morning, as usual, a group of us went down to the mine to work. But soon, we heard a strange sound coming from afar, like someone groaning in pain, or like the low howl of a wild animal.
Everyone was a little scared, but they still bravely followed the sound.
As we got closer, I was almost scared to death by what I saw. It was the miner Pete Robinson, but he looked completely different!
His face was as pale as a ghost, his eyes were staring, lifeless, and his skin was bluish-gray, as if covered with a layer of frost. His movements were stiff and strange, he walked with a limp, and from time to time he made a sound that made people's backs shiver.
Someone called him, but he didn't respond. He suddenly rushed towards us at an astonishing speed. We tried to stop him, but he was so strong that several people couldn't hold him down. He seemed to have no sense of pain. He didn't flinch even when he was hit. He just wanted to bite us with his teeth and claws.
We finally managed to subdue him and locked him up in an abandoned mine. When we returned to the rest area, everyone was still terrified and discussed what had happened.
Some people said that it might be some poisonous gas in the mine that caused him to be like this; others said that he might have been possessed by evil spirits. But no matter what, no one has a definite answer.
I was scared and confused. I had been in this mine for so long and had never seen anything like this before. I was worried that this was just the beginning. What if someone else became like this? I was worried about my wife and children at home. I was really afraid that something might happen to me and I wouldn't be able to go home.
I hope there will be good news tomorrow, or I can figure out what is going on. Otherwise, I really don’t know how to get through the day.
……
"Are there zombies in the mine?" Gordon summarized the contents of the log.
"This diary is from ten years ago, which is when I traveled back in time. At that time, Carmona was still in the Civil War."
Grant narrowed her eyes. Her intuition told her that this document was not simple. Could it be that something unknown really had happened in the mining area that year?
"The miner Pete he described is very similar to the white mice we used in the experiment. Could it be related to the Utopia reagent?" Gordon's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his nostrils twitched slightly, as if he was sniffing clues hidden in the air.
……
In an ancient and mysterious primeval forest, the air was filled with a damp and decaying smell. The sunlight struggled to penetrate through the layers of intertwined branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Lush vegetation grows wantonly, and thick vines entwine with each other, twisting and winding like giant pythons. From time to time, the roars of unknown beasts and the buzzing of insects can be heard, interweaving into a strange natural melody.
In the chaos of green, a towering tree stood out abruptly. Its trunk was so thick that it was beyond imagination, and it would take dozens of people to hug it together.
The giant tree reaches straight into the sky, with its top hidden in the deep clouds and mist, and its trace cannot be seen. It seems like a divine pillar connecting heaven and earth, carrying some ancient and mysterious mission.
As you get closer to this giant tree, you will discover its magic. There are many naturally formed hollows and grooves on the trunk, which have been cleverly transformed into homes. Listen carefully, and you can hear faint human voices and noise coming from the tree, as if there is a miniature world hidden inside the tree.
Climbing up the simple vine ladder on the trunk, the interior of the giant tree is like an intricate maze. The spacious hollow part is divided into different areas, with houses scattered around. Some are built with branches and leaves, while others directly utilize the natural shape of the tree holes.
A group of savages live here. Their skin is tanned by the sun. They wear clothes made of animal skins and leaves. Their eyes are simple and vigilant.
Inside the tree house.
"Hussi, Mickey Del Luna, Lulla Lulla, Desop!"
A tall savage was reporting something to a man in front of him.
His bronze skin was covered with mottled scars, and his long black hair, as messy as weeds, was scattered wildly, like a natural, tattered felt hat.
Under the thick eyebrows are a pair of deep eyes, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, alert and sharp.
His thick lips were slightly turned outward, and his teeth looked particularly white against his dark face.
When he started to speak, he leaned forward slightly with a bit of urgency, his brows were tightly knitted together, his eyes were wide open, staring straight at the other person, his hands kept gesturing in the air, sometimes clenched fists, sometimes open, in an unclear and rhythmic tone.
"You mean...Mickey Del Luna hasn't come back yet?"
The man sitting opposite him was obviously a modern man, but he also followed the local customs and wore clothes made of animal skins.
He was tall and slender, yet exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression. He had neat short hair, each strand of hair seemed to have been carefully combed, each strand was smooth yet faintly exuded a cold and hard aura. The contours of his face were cold and hard, as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, exuding a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.
He was wearing a robe made of rough animal skins. The style was similar to that of savages, but it had no wrinkles or stains and was kept extremely neat.
He had a hemp rope casually tied around his waist, with the knot tied neatly and tightly. Hanging on the rope were several small metal objects of unknown purpose, which occasionally made crisp collision sounds as he moved.
The most eye-catching thing is the man's eyes. His eyes are long and narrow, with the tails slightly upturned. His dark brown pupils are hidden in the thick shadows, like a bottomless cold pond. His sinister eyes are like a sharp blade, and wherever he casually sweeps past, it seems to be able to see through the most secret corners of a person's heart.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, with the corners of his mouth turned down, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"Lulu!" The savage who reported nodded hurriedly, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.
The man didn't say anything, but his pupils began to reflect different scenes in the jungle.
The scene kept flashing back until it stopped at a clearing in the jungle. The person lying on the ground was the dead Mickey Del Luna.