Chapter 22 12-2

Suddenly, a larger rock than in the previous attack hit a pane of glass next to the sink with a snap.A second stone of similar size followed, hitting harder than the first.Fortunately, their hands are too small to operate a pistol; and they are so light that they are bound to be knocked over by the recoil of a shot.However, as smart as these guys are, they definitely understand the purpose and operation of pistols.Fortunately, the people at Werwinburg did not use orangutans for their experiments.If they think of this idea, they will definitely seek sponsorship for this project without hesitation. They will not only provide training for the orangutans in the operation of weapons, but even teach them the details of designing nuclear weapons.

The same piece of glass was hit by two stones successively. I couldn't help reaching out to touch the mobile phone tied around my waist.There must be someone to call for help.But you can't call the police, and you can't ask the FBI for assistance.If the former knew about it, the police might instead be dispatched to provide fire cover for the monkeys.Even if we can get to the nearest FBI office and make ourselves sound more credible than claiming to have been abducted by aliens, it's also possible that we're setting ourselves up for the enemy; Manuel.Ramirez said that it was someone at the top of the government who decided to let this nightmare run its course, and I believe him.

For generations, people have never been so entrusted with their responsibilities. We entrust our lives and our futures to academic experts who have led us to believe that we are not sufficiently knowledgeable or competent to make any major social management decisions. Decide.This is the consequence of our laziness and gullibility.Let monkeys rise up and rule the world. A bigger stone followed.Cracks then spread across the glass, but did not shatter. I picked up the two spare magazines on the table and put them in the left and right pockets of my jeans. Sasha put a hand under the napkin where the revolver was hidden.I followed her and reached for my pistol.

We exchanged glances, and there was a wave of fear in her eyes, and I believe she saw the same turbulent undercurrent in mine. I managed to put on a confident smile, but my face was as stiff as if it was wrapped in plaster, as if it would fall apart if I touched it lightly. "We'll be fine. A DJ, a surfer, and an Elephant Man monster combine to save the world." "As much as possible," Bobby reminded everyone, "don't waste your ammo on the first monkey or two that come in. Wait until a few more come in and then deal with it together. Delay as much as possible. Let them think they have the upper hand. Lure more Some monkeys come in. Then let me shoot first and teach them a lesson. With this shotgun, I don't have to aim at all to kill them."

"Yes, General Barbie," I said jokingly. Two, three, and four stones the size of peach pits hit the glass window one after another, and the window glass with the second largest area cracked, and more cracks spread out along the main line, like rapidly branching lightning . Surely any doctor would be interested in the physical restructuring I'm going through right now.My stomach was pushed into the opening of my chest, pressing against my throat, and my heart just dropped back where my stomach used to be. Then, half a dozen larger stones flew and smashed on the two large windows more forcefully than before, and the shards of the two pieces of glass flew into the house in response to the sound.There was a crisp shattering sound, followed by glass shards raining down the sink, sweeping across the granite countertop, and spilling all over the place.A few fragments even splashed onto the dining table. I quickly closed my eyes, only to hear the sound of sharp pieces of glass hitting the dining table, and some falling onto the remaining pizza.

Moments later, when I opened my eyes again, two monkeys of the same size as Angela described were squeaking and screaming at the window.Watching out for broken glass and us, they cautiously turned into the kitchen and jumped onto the counter.A gust of wind followed, stirring their rain-ruffled fur. One of the monkeys looks into the broom closet where the shotgun is usually locked.They haven't seen any of us approach that cupboard since they came out, and there's no way they could have seen the twelve-gauge shotgun under the table on Bobby's lap. Bobby only glanced at them, apparently more interested in the window directly across from the dining table.

The two monkeys that had already sneaked into the house arched their backs, moved swiftly and parted ways in the sink, and went in opposite directions.In the twilight of the kitchen, their wicked yellow eyes looked as bright as the candlesticks dancing on the table. The monkey walking to the left encountered the toaster halfway, and it angrily swept the machine to the ground. The socket sparks in and out when the plug is jerked off. I was reminded of Angela's description of the rhesus monkey hitting an apple on her lip, splitting and bleeding profusely.Bobby's kitchen is always in order, but if these monkeys open the cupboards and throw glasses and diskettes at us, even if we have guns in our hands, they may still do us serious harm.Getting hit on the bridge of the nose by a dinner plate that swirls like a Frisbee is about as effective as being hit by a bullet.

Two other monkeys with strange eyes jumped from the balcony onto the shattered glass window, baring their tusks and hissing at us. Sasha's hand holding the pistol was visibly shaking under the napkin, but she wasn't shivering from the cold wind blowing in. In spite of the screaming monkeys, in spite of the cold March wind pouring through the broken windows, in spite of the thunder rumbling and the pattering of the rain, I heard Bobby singing softly.He paid no attention to the monkey at the end of the kitchen, and stared intently at the intact glass window directly opposite the dining table—his lips parted slightly as if nothing had happened.

The more indifferent we are, the more emboldened they are, thinking that we are too scared to move. The two monkeys standing at the window and making more noise also jumped into the kitchen at this time, and followed the two monkeys in front along the counter. advance in the direction to form a situation of two monkeys in each direction. I don't know whether it was Bobby who sang louder, or my hearing suddenly sharpened due to panic, but I actually recognized his song "Daydream Believer" (Daydream Believer).An old pop song that was once popular with teenagers, the first version was sung by the Spicy Monkeys.

Sasha must have heard it too, because she said, "Gold Medal Oldies." The window next to the sink was covered with two monkeys. They climbed on the window frame, with the flames of purgatory in their eyes, and screamed at us with hatred. The four monkeys already in the house were screaming louder at this time, jumping up and down on the sink, constantly pumping their fists in the air, showing their long teeth, and spitting at us.They are smart, but not smart enough, and their judgment is quickly clouded by anger. "Fight!" Bobby ordered. We hit it off. Rather than stepping back from his chair to make room for his shot, Bobby turned to the side with a quick movement, raising his shotgun as he rose quickly, looking as if he had undergone strict military and ballet training.The flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and in the first round, the two pokemonkeys who finally reached the window were dealt with. The two monkeys on the counter on the left were beaten to death.

My ears were buzzing, as if I were standing in a clock tower. Although the loud gunfire in the confined space is easy to panic, I still managed to get up and join the battle before Bobby's second round of gunfire.Sasha didn't budge either, she turned around and stood up, and while Bobby was finishing off the third and fourth monkeys on the left, she shot the remaining two monkeys on the right. Just as they were shooting left and right, the window closest to us burst open in front of me.A screaming rhesus monkey took advantage of the situation and jumped to the center of the dining table along the cascading glass shards, knocked over two of the three candles, stamped out the third, and threw off the rainwater on his body. Throw a whole pan of pizza on the floor in a swirling motion. I quickly raised my pistol, but I didn't expect that the last monkey that broke in would throw itself on Sasha's back.If I'd shot anyway, the bullet would've gone right through the damn monkey and buried Sasha with me. I kicked over a chair in front of me and walked around to the dining table.Sasha screamed in terror, and the monkey on her back screamed and tried to tear a handful of her hair.Reflexively throwing the .38 to the ground, she blindly reached behind her back in a desperate attempt to pull the monkey down.The Poor Monkey pushed her hand away ferociously, chattering his teeth in anger.Her body was bent back and twisted onto the dining table, and Pohou kept pulling her head back, trying to expose her neck. I threw the pistol on the table and grabbed the monkey from behind, with my left hand on the fur between its shoulders and my right around its neck.I twisted the fur behind it until it howled in pain.But it still clung to Sasha, and the harder I tried to pull it off, the harder it pulled Sasha's hair from the roots. Bobby stuffed the other magazine into the shotgun, and then fired the third round. The entire wall of the wooden house shook violently, as if the epicenter was right below us. I thought that the last pair of monkeys that broke in was probably killed .Then I heard Bobby swearing, and I knew there was more trouble to come.Two more fearless monkeys jumped onto the window next to the sink, and their bright yellow eyes could be clearly seen. Bobby was still reloading.From the other side of the cabin came the sound of Orson barking.I don't know whether it is calling for our help or it is rushing towards us to join the attacking lineup. I heard myself swearing fiercely as I switched hands, the tone of my voice was full of animal viciousness, completely unlike my usual self.I used my hands to pinch its neck instead. I pinched it desperately until it finally had no choice but to let go of Sasha. The monkey only weighed about twenty-five pounds and was less than one-sixth my height, but it was all bone and muscle and all hatred.Even though it was struggling to catch its breath, it still wanted to spit on people and let out a faint scream, and the guy was trying to bite my hands that were holding its neck.It twisted and punched and kicked, and it was harder to hold than an eel, but the thought of this beast trying to kill Sasha made me so angry that my hands became as strong as iron sand palms, until I heard it His neck snapped.Then its whole body was limp and motionless, I let go and threw the dead guy on the ground. Gasping with disgust, I picked up my pistol, panting, while Sasha, clutching her revolver, walked to the glass window near the dining table and fired into the darkness outside. Bobby was so busy reloading that he didn't notice the last two monkeys, although their bright eyes were very noticeable.He went to the light switch by the door and turned the rheostat to a level where I had to squint. One of the monkeys was standing on the sink next to the stove.It took the smallest knife from the iron rack by the wall, and before we had time to shoot, it shot at Bobby with the pocket knife.Whether the bloody beast had been trained in martial arts, or if it just happened to be lucky, the knife flipped through the air and plunged straight into Bobby's right shoulder.He let go of the shotgun. I fired two shots at the monkey who was shooting the flying knife, and it fell backwards on the stove and was executed on the spot. The remaining monkey had probably heard the truth of "If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of no firewood", so it quickly escaped from the window by the sink with its tail between its legs.I fired twice, but missed. In another window, with surprising agility and composure, Sasha pulled a quick-load magazine from her belt ammo pouch and stuffed it into her .38.She unscrewed the quick-loading magazine, loaded all the bullets into the chamber at once with a deft hand, threw the loading box on the ground, and snapped the brake to rotate the magazine. I doubt there is any broadcasting academy in the world that offers courses in weaponry and shooting manners for future DJs.Among all the people in Moonlight Bay, Sasha has always been the only one in my mind who looks the same. Now even I can't help but wonder if she has secrets that no one knows. She fired again into the darkness of the house, and I don't know if she had any specific target, or if she just wanted to use her firepower to deter other monkeys that were watching. I unloaded the half-loaded magazine from the pistol, loaded a new magazine, and walked over to Bobby, who was pulling the knife out of his shoulder.The wound was apparently only an inch or two deep, but a trail of blood spread across his shirt. "How bad is it?" "Damn it!" "Can you hold on?" "This is my best shirt ever!" I think he's probably fine. From the front of the wooden house came Olsen's continuous barking roar, but at this moment the barking paused slightly, not the panicked continuous high-pitched barking as before. I quickly put the pistol in the belt behind my back, picked up Bobby's loaded shotgun, and rushed towards the source of the barking. There was light in the living room, but only dimly, just as before.I turned up the brightness a little bit. One of the windows had been broken, and the strong wind and heavy rain blew into the living room from under the eaves of the balcony. Four screaming monkeys are perched on the armrest and back of the sofa respectively.When the lights came on, they all turned their heads to face me, hissing in unison. Bobby originally estimated that there were about eight to ten monkeys. Now it seems that the number of monkeys is obviously much higher than our estimate.I've seen twelve or fourteen of them alone, and while they're all pretty crazy, full of rage and hatred, they're not reckless or stupid enough to sacrifice most of the Monkeys in this raid.They have been out for two or three years.There is a long time to reproduce. Ourson was standing on the ground surrounded by monkeys, who were now screaming at him again.It circled around anxiously, trying to monitor the movements of each monkey at the same time. One of the monkeys stood at an angle and was far away, and I didn't have to worry about the bullets accidentally hitting Orson.So I shot at the monkey. Although I hit the target, the bullet holes and monkey intestines scattered all over the place cost Bobby about 5,000 dollars to repair. The remaining three monkeys screamed and jumped over the furniture towards the window to escape.I took advantage of the maneuver and shot the other one.But in the third round, only one wooden fence was broken, and Bobby lost an additional five thousand to ten thousand dollars. I threw the shotgun aside, reached out and pulled out the pistol stuck in the back of my waist, and was about to shoot at the last two monkeys who were escaping from the window. Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone strangled my neck from behind and almost killed me. Lift the whole person off the ground.A thick arm wraps around my throat, choking my breath, while the other grabs my Glock and wrestles the pistol away. Immediately afterwards, my whole body was lifted off the ground like a child, and I was thrown out forcefully.I knocked over the coffee table, crushing it under me.I sprawled on all fours among the broken furniture, looked up and saw Carl.Skosso towered over me; from this angle, he looked taller and more massive than he really was.Bald head, earrings.Although I have brightened the light in the living room, the light is still dim, and I can clearly see the beastly evil light in his eyes. There is no doubt that he is the leader of the monkey group.He wears sneakers, jeans, a flannel shirt and a wrist watch, and if you put him with four orangutans, no one can fail to see that he is the only human among them.And yet, even though he looked and dressed like a human, there was a subhuman savagery about him, not just a twinkle in his eyes, and his distorted facial expressions reflected no human emotion I could recognize.Well-dressed, he could be a naked beast; even shaved from neck to crown, he could be as hairy as an orangutan in private.If he leads two different lives, his temperament is obviously more inclined to the life of night among monkeys than to the life of normal people during the day. He stretched out his arm, like an executioner, and pointed the Glock in my face. Olsen threw himself on him, baring his teeth, but Skosso was faster than Olson.He kicked Orson so hard in the head that he passed out and fell to the ground without a moan or a leg twitch in response.My heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a well. Skosso turned the pistol on me again and shot me in the face (that's how I felt).Just as the ground was pulling the trigger, Sasha shot him in the back from across the living room, and the sound I heard was her revolver. Due to the impact of the bullet, Skosso twitched all over his body, and the muzzle of the gun that was aimed at me also lost focus. His shot hit the pumping floor next to my head and exploded on the spot. Skosso, who was seriously wounded, did not lose his aggressiveness at all. He quickly turned around and fired several shots in a row. Sasha quickly rolled down to the outside of the living room, and Skosso shot all the bullets in the pistol to where she had originally fired.Even though there was no bullet in the magazine, he still pulled the trigger desperately.I could see thick dark red blood spreading on the back of his flannel shirt. At last he dropped his pistol and turned and came towards me, as if he were debating whether to crush my face with his foot, or to goug out my eyes and leave me blind and miserable.In the end he abandoned both of these entertainments, and headed for the broken window from which the last two monkeys had escaped. The moment he crossed the window and stepped onto the balcony, Sasha reappeared and chased after him in disbelief. I yelled to stop her, but she looked so unexpectedly wild that I wouldn't have been surprised if there had been a gleam of terror in her eyes at the time.While I was struggling to my feet from the wreckage of the coffee table, she was trotting across the living room and jumping out onto the balcony. Outside the house came the sound of revolver fire, round after round, and then a third round. Although Sasha is capable of protecting herself, I still want to chase after her and pull her back. Even if she gets rid of Sculso, there are probably more monkeys out there than a top-notch DJ can handle—and the night is their territory, not ours. The fourth round of gunfire filled the sky.The fifth round followed. The only thing that held me back was Orson, who lay limp on the ground without moving, and I couldn't even see his black body rising and falling with his breath.If it is not dead, it must be in a coma.If it was unconscious, it probably needed immediate first aid. It was kicked hard on the head, and even if it survived, it was not guaranteed that it would not be at risk of internal brain injury. I realized I was going to cry aloud.But I swallowed my grief and blinked back the tears.as usual. Bobby walked across the living room to me, putting a hand on the wound on his shoulder. "Save Orson," I said. I don't want to believe it's gone, for fear that at this very moment such horrible thoughts might lead to reality. piya.Currick would understand the concept.Maybe Bobby can understand it now. I dodged furniture and dead monkeys, crunching through the broken glass, and rushed to the window.The icy night rain is like a long silver whip, smashing obliquely into the broken glass serrations on the window frame with the wind. I rushed into the rain and ran to Sasha, who was standing thirty feet away in the dunes. Cal Skosso was lying face down on the sand. Drenched and shaking, Sasha stood looking down at him as she loaded the last round of her revolver.It seems that the gunshots I heard before almost hit the gangster with every shot, but she seemed to think it was not enough. Sure enough, Skosso's body was still twitching, raking the sand with his hands like a crab trying to dig a hole to hide. She shivered in fear, bent down and took the last round of bullets, this time they all hit the back of his head. When she turned to face me, she was already sobbing.Tears welled up without restraint. Without a tear in my eye, I told myself that one of us had to hold on. "Hey." I said softly. She threw herself into my arms.I hugged her. The rain was pouring down, blinding city lights just three-quarters of a mile to the east.Perhaps the entire Moonlight Bay area has been submerged by the heavenly flood, like a finely crafted sandcastle being washed away by sea water in an instant. Still, Moonlight Bay stood intact, waiting for this storm to pass and the next one to come.No one escapes the palm of Moonlight Bay, we have no escape, and it will always be the same.This thing, frankly speaking, has long been part of our blood. "What do we do now?" she asked, still holding me tightly in her arms. "Live well." "But everything went wrong." "It's always been like that anyway." "But they're still there." "Maybe they'll let us off the hook for a while, at least for a while." "Where shall we go next, Snowman?" "Come on, let's go back to the house and have a glass of beer." She was still shaking, but not from the rain. "And after that? We can't drink beer forever." "There will be big waves tomorrow." "Can things be solved so easily?" "Such a cool wave like this, sometimes you have to take good care of it." We walked back to the cabin, and in the distance we saw Bobby and Orson sitting on the balcony steps.We barely squeezed into the remaining space around them. Neither of my pals was clearly in the mood for a climax. Bobby figured all he needed was antiseptic and a bandage. "The wound was shallow and thin, like a paper cut, less than half an inch deep from top to bottom." "I'm sorry your shirt is ruined." "thank you for your concern." Groaning, Olson stood up and trudged down the steps, throwing up on the sand in the rain. I couldn't take my eyes off it, trembling with worry and fear. "Maybe we should take him to the vet," Sasha suggested. I firmly shook my head and absolutely refused to go to the vet. I don't cry and I never cry.Do not know how many bitter tears a person can swallow? When I was able to speak, I said, "I can't trust the veterinarians in the city. They probably have a part in this conspiracy. If they found out about him and found out that he was a laboratory animal in Werwinburg, they would probably Take it away from me and take it back to the lab." Olsen raised his head to let the rain hit his face, as if enjoying the freshness of the rain. "They'll come back again," said Bobby, referring to the monkeys. "Not again tonight," I said. "Maybe it won't happen again for a long time." "But sooner or later it will come again." "yes." "I don't know who else will show up?" Sasha couldn't help asking. "God knows what else will happen?" "It's a mess out there," I said, remembering what Manuel had told me. "A brand new world, God knows what's in this new world? Who knows what new monsters will appear?" After seeing and hearing what the Fort Werwin project looked like, it wasn't until this moment that we really had the unforgettable experience of being at the end of civilization and on the verge of the end of the world.The torrential rain kept falling on the world, like the rumbling drums of the Song Dynasty's trial.Tonight is completely different from previous nights. Even if the dark clouds parted, three moons appeared, and the sky was filled with strange stars, it couldn't make people feel more ephemeral than this moment. Olsen licked off a puddle of rainwater on the bottom step, then crawled to my side, apparently in better spirits than when he descended the stairs. I hesitated, trying to test it for a concussion or worse with a nod and head shake technique.Luckily it's fine. "Jesus," said Bobby, relieved.I've never seen Bobby so frightened. I went inside, grabbed four beers and Bobby’s dog bowl with “Rosebud” on it, and went back to the balcony to reunite with everyone. "Several of Piya's paintings are riddled with bullet holes," I said. "We can blame it all on Olson," Bobby replied. "Nothing," Sasha went on, "is more dangerous than a dog with a shotgun." We sat quietly for a while, listening to the rain and breathing the fresh, sweet air. I could see Skosso's body lying far away on the sand, and now Sasha was a murderer like me. "It was such a thrill," Bobby said. "totally agree." "It couldn't be more extreme than that." "It's downright crazy." Olson called out. That night, we wrapped the monkey corpses in sheets, and Scouso's body in a sheet.I always felt my heart was trembling, and my mind was full of old-fashioned supernatural movie plots from the era when Liaozhai’s tales were deeply rooted in people’s hearts. I was afraid that he would suddenly sit up and grab me like a mummy wrapped in strips.We loaded them all into the trunk of a Ford Explorer. In Bobby's garage is a stack of plastic sheeting left over from a recent job by the painters who come in every once in a while to varnish the wood siding.We used nail guns to seal up as many broken windows as possible. Sasha drove all of us to the northeast corner of the city around two o'clock in the morning. We drove up the long private drive, passed through the California pepper trees mourning in the storm, passed the statue of the Virgin Mary, and finally in the majestic Parking in front of the Georgian house. There were no lights in the house.I don't know Sandy.Is Kirk sleeping or not home at all. We moved the dead bodies wrapped in sheets out of the car one after another, and piled them up at the front door of his house. As we drove away, Bobby said, "Remember when we used to come here and steal Sandy's daddy's job when we were kids?" "of course I remember." "Think about how exciting it would be if you could find these things at his door at that time." "Simply cool." It would probably take several days for Bobby's place to be cleaned and refurbished, but there was no rush.We drove straight to Sasha's house and spent the rest of the night in her kitchen drinking beer and reading Dad's detailed account of the ins and outs of our new world and life. My mother dreamed up a revolutionary new way to develop a reverse virus to carry genes into a patient or test subject.Her theory was then put into practice by a group of top scientists in the secret base of Fort Werwin. As a result, the newly developed microbial deliveryman showed an extraordinary selection ability and success rate. "And that's how Kuzilla was born," as Bobby puts it. Although the new type of retrovirus is no longer able to reproduce, it has been proved that it not only has the ability to transmit genes, but also can determine which genetic genes to replace patients or experimental products, so they can play the role of two-way postmen, sending genetic material to or from Take it out of the body. They have also demonstrated the ability to incorporate other viruses in the body and then rearrange themselves according to the organism's properties.They mutate at a speed never before seen in microorganisms, and within a few hours they can completely change into another new substance and regain the ability to reproduce. Long before the scientists at Werwenburg discovered this phenomenon, the mother's new virus had been widely used in experiments on the extraction and transfer of animal genetic material-not only involving different species of animals, but also between scientists and staff. gene transfer.Routes of infection are not limited to contact with bodily fluids.As long as you have a small cut on your body, even if it's just a paper or a razor cut, the mere contact of the skin is enough to cause the virus to invade. Over the course of a few years, each of us will be infected, and each of us will receive new genetic material differently, so the symptoms will vary from person to person.Some people will not show any changes because the sources they receive are sporadic and complex, and they lack a single main force.When our original cells die, the cells that replace them may or may not take on the properties of the new genetic material.However, there are also people who end up being psychological or physical monsters. To paraphrase James Joyce: "Our vivid and interesting animal world will be overshadowed by all kinds of aliens." As for whether the speed of change will accelerate, whether the impact will become white-hot, and whether the whole secret will spread like wildfire due to the power of the virus itself, we have no idea at all. Perhaps this turning process will lie dormant for decades or even centuries. maybe.All we can do is wait and see. Father doesn't seem to think that the origin of the problem lies in the absence of theory itself.He was convinced that the mistake was the presence of the Werwinburg scientists, and that those who used his mother's theory to test and create the virus were more to blame than his mother, because they deviated from her theory, which might not have seemed like a big deal at the time Unexpectedly, it turned into a major disaster that was out of control. No matter how you look at this matter, it is my mother who caused the destruction of the world after all, even so, she still insists!Ri is my mother.From a certain level, everything she did was out of love for me, and she hoped that my life could be saved from it.My love for her continued unabated, and I admired her for being able to bear her inner fear and insecurity for so many years after knowing what the new world looked like. The father refused to believe the mother's suicide. He admitted in his notes that it was a possibility, but he felt that the possibility of murder was higher.Although the virus has spread too fast and too far to become uncontrollable, my mother finally decided to disclose the inside story of this matter to the public, perhaps because someone wanted to kill her.However, it doesn't matter to me whether my mother committed suicide or was murdered by the military and the government; neither will change the fact that she is dead. Now, with a better understanding of my mother, I finally understand why I always have a tendency to suppress my emotions when I am traumatized.I'm going to try to change my personality.I don't see any reason why I couldn't do it.After all, this is exactly what the new world is about: change, relentless change. Even though many people hate me because I am my mother's son, I am allowed to live.Thinking of the cruelty of all my enemies, even my father couldn't understand their reason for pardoning me.However, he suspects that my mother used some of my genetic material to develop this revolutionary virus; perhaps the person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell, and the key to undoing or at least suppressing the disaster of the century is ultimately in my genes.Perhaps my monthly blood draw is not related to my W syndrome as it is said on the table, but is used to provide Wei Wenbao for experiments.I may be a living laboratory, I may contain the immunity to stop this plague, or the only clue to help understand this catastrophe.As long as I don't publicize what happened in Moonlight Bay, I can probably continue to live a happy life.In other words, if I had the guts to tell the world about this, I would be doomed to spend the rest of my life in the underground dungeon of Castle Werwin. In fact, my father feared that sooner or later they would do that and imprison me for life to keep the blood supply flowing.If there is such a day, I will be ready to fight. As the storm passed through Moonlight Bay on Sunday morning and early afternoon, we couldn't help falling asleep.Of the four of us, only Sasha was not awakened by the nightmare. After falling asleep for four hours, I went downstairs to Sasha's kitchen and sat alone with the shutters closed.For a long time, looking at the "mysterious train" on the hat quietly in the dim light Four words, think about how this is related to my mother's work c Although I can't guess the importance of these four words, I still feel that Moonlight Bay is not on a roller coaster to hell as Stevenson claimed .What we are facing is an unknown world, a mysterious terminal that no one can fully imagine. The new world may be beautiful or more severe than the various torments of hell. Later, I took up my pen and notebook, and set about writing by candlelight.I want to spend the rest of my life keeping a complete record of everything that happened. I do not expect to see this work published.Those who do not want the secrets of Werwenburg to be exposed will never allow me to do so.In any case, Stevenson was right when he said, "We can't save the world." In fact, over the years of my acquaintance with Bobby, he has been instilling the same idea in me. Although I no longer write for publication, I still firmly believe that there must be a complete record of this catastrophe.The world can't just die without a single word explaining the whole story.We are arrogant creatures, full of all kinds of evil potential, but we are also big-hearted with love, friendship, tolerance, kindness, faith, hope and joy.How human beings perish in their own hands may be more thought-provoking than where human beings came from in the first place, because we will never be able to unravel the narrative of creation. I may be able to tirelessly record everything that happened in Moonlight Bay, and even extend the content to other corners of the world that were affected.然而，这份手记或许终将一天用处，因为有一天这世界上或许将不再有人类存在，也没有人能阅读我的文字，但是我甘愿冒这个险。假如我是个赌徒，我敢打赌乱世中将由其他动物取代我们的地位，成为地球的新主宰。没错，假如我是名赌徒，我会把赌注下在狗身上。 星期天的夜晚，天空就像上帝的脸一样深透，而繁星则犹如泪珠般闪耀晶莹。我们联袂前往海边。十四英尺如玻璃般透明的巨浪，威力十足地一波接着一波从遥远的大溪地袭来。这是历史性的一刻，活生生地呈现在我们眼前。