After so many attempts, I didn't get it right, but I didn't expect this password to be at my fingertips.

When he first discovered the disk, Long Yun was deeply curious about the contents inside; Now that he knows the key to unlocking the secret by chance, the excitement in his heart is naturally conceivable. Suppressing his excitement, Long Yun was not busy checking the contents of those disks first, he stuffed several disks into the drive in turn, and read the contents of each disk to sort out the contents of these disks.

After reading a few decrypted documents, Long Yun probably knew that almost all of these disks were encrypted documents; Looking at the name of the header and the properties of the document, there are those written by Viktor Rezenov, and there are also confidential texts that I don't know where to copy. These documents are in different formats, and they are quite laborious to study, Long Yun looked at his watch, it was already more than ten o'clock at night, and he definitely didn't have so much time to study them one by one before he set off for Central Asia the day after tomorrow.

When I was finding the secret, but I had nowhere to say it because there was too much information, I opened the last disk, and a short document appeared at the bottom of the directory list. This text looks less than 100KB in size, which is about 100,000 when converted into words; Long Yun inadvertently clicked on it to check, and after entering the password, his eyes froze on the screen.

This document ...... It seems to be the diary of Viktor Rezenov.

In life, of course, there are many people who have the habit of keeping a diary; However, if the diary is deliberately kept together with the confidential documents, the contents of the diary are unusual. If you want to get a glimpse of Victor's secrets, it's certainly better to start with these diaries; Thinking that time was limited at the moment, Long Yun dismissed the idea of looking through those confidential documents, and decided to take some time to read the records in this diary first.

Thinking of this, Long Yun quietly got up and poured himself a cup of hot tea; Catching a glimpse of Lyudmila sleeping unsteadily on the bed, she went to pull her long legs out of the thin quilt and into the quilt. Back in front of the computer, he gathered his nightgown and sat down, ready to seriously read Viktor Rezenov's diary.

With a light tap of his fingers, he kept sliding down and flipping the screen, Long Yun's expression was still focused; However, as the reading progressed, the solemnity and doubts in his heart continued to alternate, and the content on the screen made him more and more secretly frightened.

The diary in this text document is not a continuous record; Or, rather than a diary, it would be better to have fragments of Viktor Rezenov's memories. In most records, it is not clear when it was written; But through the narration between the lines, coupled with some analysis by Long Yun, he probably understood that the narrative was probably going back from the time of his crossing to the events of the previous years.

Not only that, but the positions told in these ordinary, slightly detailed documents are also different: some of them are longer and more detailed, and they are of unusual significance to Long Yun's understanding of this person's past.

Looking at the screen, Long Yun tried his best to memorize a few of the most important diaries, and he intuitively felt that these records involved the secrets of Viktor Rezenov and required him to take the time to analyze them carefully.

*Diary 1*

This is the first record in a text document. In terms of time, it should also be the earliest.

――

After this happened, I felt that it was absolutely necessary to record my experience.

Even if I write it for myself, after I start writing, I feel a sense of relief.

Ah, it seems that I am not a person who can hold any secrets, which is quite a burden on myself.

In my understanding, the conscious activity of the human brain should be nothing more than the chemical interaction and bioelectricity between brain cells; I learned this knowledge in biology class in the early years, so it should be correct.

But in this way, the so-called conscious activity should be limited to the human brain. Even a faint electrical signal that leaks out by chance can't be detected by ordinary instruments, can it? Not to mention using the human brain to receive other people's conscious activities, which seems to be a kind of dream talk; Even if we can receive extremely faint electromagnetic waves, how can we extract the true information of consciousness activity from them?

But...... Now such an ability is inhabited by himself.

Ever since I came into contact with someone from Rome until I finally left the base, I knew that I couldn't tell anyone about such a thing.

Yes, you can't sue anyone; But this feeling ...... It's scary, really scary. It is like a man who was born blind and suddenly regains his clear vision; When he opened his eyes, did he really feel nothing but joy? In other words, it's me, and the world I feel now is not the world I lived in before.

One qiē has all changed.

Yesterday, I saw Ivan the Terrible next door again; The guy was so drunk again that I avoided him from a distance. This guy has coveted my property for a long time, even if it is nothing worth mentioning; He had thought about killing me so many times that he didn't even need to snoop in to see his intentions in his bloodshot eyes.

But what can I do?

Not only that, but many years ago, when I discovered Yushchenko's sadism, and even knew that he had killed more than one living life, I knew that I could not do anything. The sinful memories that fill the mind are of no use other than to torture oneself; As long as he doesn't continue to commit crimes, my report will only cause trouble for himself.

But this torture of peeping through sin still drove me crazy, and in the end I killed him with my own hands, in a place that no one knew about.

Killing people for the sake of detecting sin is certainly righteous enough, but is it really okay to do so?

Either way, I knew very well that after being sent to the base and seeing something like that, the old life was gone.

Looking back, I was like a poor person abandoned in a bizarre world.

This experience is even more terrifying than childhood in an orphanage......

……

*Diary 2*

This is an equally important record. It can even be argued that this record is quite critical.

――

I never knew why I was on this path.

But the desire of the heart, the feeling, was incomparably strong, and it seemed to burn the heart like a flame.

The KGBs dutifully blocked the news; No one knows what's going on there. I, though extremely curious, felt inexplicably panicked and depressed in my heart on that night when I suddenly woke up from my sleep; I forgot how I fled in a hurry, but what really happened there?

At the time, I didn't know anything about it.

The ability of the KGB to work, itself is quite clear. Under their cover-up and handling, it is not surprising that this incident can be said to have disappeared from history out of thin air.

But I was extremely curious.

Perhaps, enrolling in a military school, putting on a military uniform, coming to Moscow to learn aviation piloting, and becoming a member of the KGB's outer organization, it was out of a strong thirst for the truth? For this reason, he did not hesitate to risk his life, and he was even inspired to have that weird ability in a desperate situation?

I don't know, I really don't know.

The truth may have been so close to me, but at that time, I was completely stunned and could no longer force my consciousness to move on.

After that, out of extreme fear, no further attempt was made, but this terrible prospect was buried deep in the most secret places of the heart. Yes, put yourself in their shoes, maybe anyone who has such an ability will only be ecstatic and feel as if he has trampled the whole world under his feet; But as for me, my hands tremble; After vaguely knowing the truth of that incident, instead of using its courage, it didn't even have the strength to go and face that reality.

That kind of ability, like a poisonous bud, waiting for an opportunity to emerge in the body; I know, and only I know, that it's coming from what's in the base. That thing...... It should never be stored in the world......

A qiē is a thing of the past.

Once, I was so convinced that I was a warrior standing in front of the devil's fangs, a silent giant who could face any threat alone:

But I was wrong.

……

Diary 3

This diary seems to be a very important account.

――

I aspire to fly.

Or rather, the feeling of soaring in the blue sky.

Is it the sky dream that I saw when I was a child? Or is it the admiration that comes from the bottom of my heart when I see a real fighter?

I do not know.

I used to think that what supported me to travel thousands of miles to Moscow and get closer to the top of aviation was what people called "dreams". That beautiful fantasy has always sustained me, and it makes me feel that it is a very meaningful and honorable thing to move forward for the goal I have chosen.

But it didn't seem that simple: I still can't forget that moment.

The moment you sit in the cramped cockpit and look ahead, your fingers gripping the joystick. Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's an illusion; But I do feel inexplicably familiar. …… It's so familiar that it can't be more familiar, as if it is the kind of throbbing flowing in the veins, like a young son who has been away for a long time and has found his mother's milk room.

Heh, why do you think that?

Imaginary parents, but where are they?

It was a really great feeling. Experience an unprecedented sense of acceleration, and the scene in front of you is constantly changing; On the first flight in the air, the instructor's exclamations continued, but his hands were completely uncontrollable. This plane is mine, and I can control it! The thrill of flying in the sky is never mixed with the slightest falsehood.

It's a feeling that's intoxicating; Compared with the dream of galloping in the sky, punishment is nothing.

At that moment, I recognized my destiny.

I belong to the sky.

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