In order to protect the townspeople as much as possible, Chen He did not hesitate to succumb to the coercion of these people, and tried his best to admit that he was the only sinner who believed in the muddy ideas in this small town of less than 100 households. Because of his more hateful cunning than a fox, the townspeople did not see the essence of his dirty and despicable thoughts, and followed him away from the right direction of life.

Enduring inhuman torture, Chen He rejoiced in his heart, and when he realized that something was wrong, he began to prepare for the impending human disaster.

The biggest scourge in his hands was those dozens of diaries, and if he really wanted --, was afraid that he would die at least ten or eight times.

But these books, from the soft surface of the line to the hard surface of the green skin, even if it is only a change in appearance, it also witnesses the change of the times, how can he be willing to destroy it?

In the end, his wife's words made him make up his mind, she said: "That old wood, at least a few centuries old, is it gone?" What are you, any of those trees are harder than you, and they have never fought the sky. ”

Yes, the towering trees are powerless to fight against the sky, where can he escape in the storm with his ordinary life like an ant?

A record of the years, one by one in the brazier blooming bright red flowers, then turning into small ashes, beating to say goodbye to their owners.

When he tore a certain page of the last book, Chen He's hand stopped.

On that page, the contents of Kahtha's visit were recorded, as well as the words he added later.

In the birch forest, there may be a secret about aliens, if you burn the diary and die in this disaster, how will future generations know what is happening now? And who will finish his unfinished investigation?

Thinking of this, Chen He gritted his teeth and tore off the page and placed it next to the brazier.

When, Chen He's one-year-old grandson, Chen Tongzhong, was eating rice cereal.

The little one was placed in a wooden stroller with wheels, and under the wooden bowl of rice paste was a piece of paper dripping with stains.

They were exhausted from rummaging through boxes and cabinets, but they pocketed everything they thought would be worth some money. When there were only tables and cabinets left in the house, and the child who was crying hoarsely, they finally stopped, admiring the messy Chen Mansion with passion, enjoying the joy of destruction and harvest.

As he was leaving, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years of age, carrying a military school bag, glanced at the little baby's stroller, and his hesitant gaze fell on the piece of paper that was bowled and finally gave up on the plan to look at it, because it was so dirty.

Chen He, who saved the men, women and children of the town, did not live in the end--。

Suppose it's not the damned one, I don't know who is indignant--。

However, as Ivan said, there are no assumptions. For Chen He, the iron cage that could not lie down and could only curl up in it for 24 hours was destined to be his final destination in this life.

When the stones flew over with a beautiful arc, Chen He didn't hide, he had nowhere to hide, and he didn't want to hide at all. Instead of being trapped in a cage like a dog and enduring humiliation and pain, it is better to endure the pain for a while, and the suffering will probably end tonight.

The reality is much better than expected. There was a muffled "thud" as the hard skull slammed into the harder stone, and he didn't feel a heart-rending pain after that, the only reaction was a stream of hot liquid sliding down his cheek and into his mouth, salty and fishy.

He gasped for breath and gulped down his own blood, making the taste the last memory of this life. Such a farewell ceremony to the world made him extremely excited, even a whole pound of sorghum wine could not reach this realm!

So he decided to take this ceremony as a sacrifice to meet the god of death, and he turned himself into a sacrifice with his own hands, and respectfully offered it to the imaginary god. All of this today is perfectly in line with the image I saw through the glass window that night, dressed as a ghost of hell by the flames and scattered sparks.

However, before his consciousness was completely eliminated, what appeared in his mind was not himself on the god platform, but Ivan struggling in the sea of fire. He stepped on Ivan's heels and stepped on the road to Yellow Springs, but who was Ivan? When they died, did they go to the same place?

Chen He died, and his son and daughter-in-law were not spared. The son's --, should not have fallen to his death, but his head hit the ground first.

The daughter-in-law couldn't stand the fright and hanged herself that night, only Chen He's wife hugged her one-year-old grandson and survived tenaciously.

If Chen He is alive--, he will definitely feel gratified. At the end of that year, the residents of Natalie experienced a tragic event: a small geological survey team had discovered a rich anthracite mine with a density of 1.9 grams per cubic centimeter under the ruins of a birch forest destroyed by fire. As soon as this news came out, even mining experts in Shanxi, Inner Mongolia and other places were envious.

After experiencing a dark winter, the residents of Natalie Town finally felt the rich breath of life in the bitter cold of minus 20 degrees. The most pleasing thing is that the mine is completely located in China, just a canal away from the Sino-Soviet border. As a result, no matter how much the Soviets tried to insert a foot, they could only swallow their saliva and stare dryly.