Boundary Convention

Fickleness is probably a character engraved in human genes, and it has been like this since ancient times.

Just like lawyers, they are supposed to fight for justice and the law, to ensure that the innocent are not wronged and criminals are punished to a reasonable degree; lawyers should be the weight on the scale of the law, to ensure that it does not go to any side tilt. But I don’t know when the voice of “lawyers should ensure the client’s interests first, and it is the lawyer’s responsibility to protect the client” appeared, regardless of whether the person is guilty or not, and whether he has received the punishment he deserved. Today, this sound is not new, and has even become mainstream, replacing the so-called 'cliché'.

This fickle character of human beings is not completely useless. It can even be said that without this fickle character, human beings would not be able to make it to where they are today. Fickleness prompts people to think about the future and doubt history. But once someone deliberately takes advantage of this fickleness to grab benefits, everything will change.

Who was the first to realize this and take advantage of it? Even Mo Shixin, who had memorized the entire brief history of the world, couldn't tell.

She was no longer fidgeting like she was earlier, but just sat calmly at the desk. She estimated carefully that she had been crying for about thirty minutes just now. This kind of huge waste is enough for her to read through a book without asking for a deep understanding.

Although she was crying, she knew she wasn't crying, people only cry when they are sad, and she was just angry now.

In her eighteen years of life, she has never had the energy or opportunity to express the emotion of 'anger', and even during the rebellion period, she has never had a dispute with her father. Everyone in Dunkeld's class regards the students in Dunkeld's class as the pride of heaven, and Mo Shixin is the best among this group of pride, but she is also ignorantly aware in her heart that she is pretending to be "smart" by relying on rote memorization. People' fakes. She is an honest child in the eyes of the teacher. In a sense, this is a kind of slavishness-she never dares to offend anyone, and she dare not express her dissatisfaction with others. Because it creates disputes, and in disputes, people show strength, and fakes don't have strength.

Because of anger, for the first time in her life, she felt such an inspiration burst in her mind and her thoughts were quick. After talking on the phone with Uncle Chen, in just 20 minutes, she actually thought of nearly a thousand ways to take revenge on the person who bullied her father.

She replayed these tortures over and over in her head, some from history books, some from her own imagination, but even this couldn't get the original question out of her mind.

Father, why do you want to seek death?

Although Chen Yang didn't reveal more about the situation, she knew her father's behavior. He was always very positive and optimistic unless it was a last resort. Herman must have done something unforgivable.

She walked to the bathroom, then closed the bathroom door, stared at the shiny faucet, and stretched out her hand. She wanted to sink into the water, let herself think about everything calmly, deduce all possible things, and then make a decision, she wanted to avenge her father's dignity.

Just when she was about to touch the faucet, she gave a jerk.

There was a loud bang from the pager in the white coat, and it was bouncing around in her pocket like a rabbit, and she turned off the frantic twitching machine as fast as she could.

She glanced at the content of the pager. There were only two letters RS on it.

This represents an emergency safety situation. According to the requirements of the training manual before coming here, all personnel must now gather in the lobby and wait for instructions. Although she was extremely anxious, Mo Shixin got dressed immediately. When she opened the door, she was shocked by what she saw.

In the narrow aisle, people shuttled back and forth with their bags and bags, rubbing shoulders, just like thieves who came to rob an empty door. She froze for a moment, looked around at the crowd passing by in front of her eyes, and was suddenly at a loss. This situation made her a little flustered, as if something really happened.

Suddenly she suddenly felt something hit her right shoulder. This blow was not light, it almost knocked her into the air, she lost her balance in an instant, and then fell on a broad and powerful chest.

"Be careful not to get in the way, okay?"

It was an old woman who bumped into Mo Shixin. Her colleague was usually known for being slow, but with this anxious attitude, Mo Shixin almost thought she was a stranger.

The old woman didn't wait for Mo Shixin to react, she just picked up the scattered things on the ground, and then hurriedly walked to the side. The flowing crowd stopped for a moment just because of this collision, and then continued to flow endlessly.

Mo Shixin looked at the back of his colleague going away, not knowing what to say.

"Are you OK."

The voice from behind pulled her back to reality, and only then did she realize that she was falling onto someone's body in a posture that was completely unable to maintain her balance.

She looked up and saw that behind her was a dark-skinned, majestic man with a clean and refreshing crew cut, looking down at her with troubled and worried eyes.

The man was carrying the high pile of goods with one hand, and supported her body with the other hand. Even Mo Shixin, who was completely insulated from the affairs of men and women, suddenly noticed the awkwardness of her current posture, so he quickly supported the man's chest and stood firm.

"No...sorry."

Mo Shixin blushed, stroked Liu Hai's hair, and took two steps back from the man.

"It's okay, are you all right?"

The man said, and then he put down the goods piled on one shoulder, and supported them with two hands.

Mo Shixin looked at this man up and down. He had a broad frame and a well-proportioned body. He looked very tall, and the slightly darker wheat-colored skin made him exude male hormones all over his body. Judging by his clothes, he should be a member of the supply unit.

"I'm fine, um, what's everyone doing? Did something happen to the base?"

Hearing this, the man's brows twitched, and he answered Mo Shixin's question.

"Didn't you receive the notice, everyone is going to evacuate this base."

"Evacuate? Why?"

Mo Shixin didn't realize it all at once, it was too sudden, everyone was fine just now, why did they want to evacuate suddenly. But she was almost sure that it had something to do with the RS on the previous pager.

"The weather is abnormal. There is a terrifying cold current passing through this base. At that time, the temperature can reach minus one hundred."

"It turned out to be like this..."

Mo Shixin listened and nodded.

Minus one hundred, to be honest, it’s nothing to this base. During the preliminary preparations for this project, we tried to make various devices and instruments work under extreme conditions, but that was based on ‘completion’. This project The final result is to create an intelligent mechanical group capable of self-maintenance, repair, and troubleshooting. Although all the instruments brought can withstand extremely low temperatures, it is necessary to complete the assembly and configuration of these instruments. Even though the base has powerful heating equipment, there is no way for people to endure the cold current of this intensity, and evacuation is a last resort.

"That's just right." Mo Shixin thought, God knows, she can go home and visit her father right away.

"Have you packed your luggage yet?" the man asked.

"Not yet...not yet."

"Then you'd better hurry up, because the cold current turns suddenly, so the evacuation is required as soon as possible."

"I see, I'll hurry up."

"If you need any help, you can find me. My work card number is 01060923271807..."

"OK, thanks."

"You can find a piece of paper and write it down, the weird regulations of the security department, I don't know what they base their numbers on."

"No, I remember, 0106092327180714081941649149349386423100174347012401."

The man froze for a moment, surprised at Mo Shixin's memory, then nodded slightly, and left with the pile of things in his arms.

Mo Shixin went back to the room, tidied up the things carefully, and put them into an old travel bag. This travel bag belonged to her father and was given to her when she came to Iceland.

She didn't have anything special to take away. After all, here, there are not many daily necessities used. The people outside are carrying documents and records, and the documents of their group have always been Lanna is in charge, so...

Thinking of this, she slapped her head, and she was in trouble.

The work records and materials are managed by Lanna, but because Lanna always complains that her work status is interrupted by phone calls and pagers, she never brings any communication supplies, and I don’t know if she has received the news of the evacuation . This deaf woman often misses some notifications, maybe she is hiding in a secluded corner to work now.

There was no other way, Mo Shixin had no choice but to go directly to her.

She put on her backpack, squeezed through the stream of people, and hurried towards the experimental area. The laboratory was completely dark. Just before that, she and Lanna had repaired the engine together, and it was still powered on when she returned to the room, which means that the electricity should have been cut off for evacuation, so Lanna should not be in the laboratory anymore.

But Mo Shixin was still a little worried, so she ran towards Lanna's room again, wanting to see if Lanna had already packed her things in the room, and with so much information, she probably couldn't finish it by herself.

Lanna's room is in the high-end residential area, where all GST executives live, and low-level employees are not allowed to enter, but Mo Shixin is different, she has the navigator key given by Lanna.

It is very different from the living quarters of ordinary people. The living quarters of the executives are quiet, and only one or two people walk past the open aisle occasionally. It seems that they are probably the first to make preparations. Maybe they know the news earlier than anyone.

Lanna's room was in a relatively deep part of the living area, and the outer walls were painted sky blue in a unique way, which was very conspicuous.

Mo Shixin first rang the doorbell and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside, so she had to use iris scanning to open Lanna's room. In this regard, Lanna is quite fair, she can enter Mo's room at will. Shixin's room also gave Mo Shixin the authority to enter her room at will, although Mo Shixin had never used it.

Walking into Lanna's room, Mo Shixin was surprised to see that there was a mess in front of him.

Sheets, quilt covers, underwear, hard disks, and messy scraps of paper are scattered on the ground irregularly. Is this how Lanna usually works... Although this woman lives a sloppy life, she is still tidy at work. It is impossible to randomly place hard drives and reports.

Had someone entered her room, or was she just looking for something? All this is so absurd and illogical.

Mo Shixin picked up a piece of paper from the ground and found that it was handwritten. Lanna has always insisted on using paper media to record research materials. She has a natural distrust of computers and artificial intelligence.

Since all the materials are still here, it means that Lanna hasn't taken all the materials away, so what did she pack up?

Mo Shixin scanned the room and found that the huge display cabinet that Lanna was proud of was empty.

Obviously, she took her own toys and models first.

But Mo Shixin was not very surprised, she really felt that Lanna was the one who could do this kind of thing, she had no choice but to bend her knees and started to pick up those scattered draft papers on the ground one by one , but these papers are all out of sequence, maybe they were messed up when Lanna hurriedly rescued her toys.

She secretly made up her mind that no matter how much Lanna knelt down and begged her to help sort out these materials, she would never do anything.

As she walked slowly along the scattered papers like Pac-Man, she suddenly noticed that there was a document on the ground that was different from the others. That file was neatly stapled, so it wasn't shuffled out of order or scattered around the room.

She subconsciously bypassed the scattered pieces of paper, stretched out her hand and dragged the stack of documents over. On the white A4 printing paper, a string of words was impressively printed in black printing oil. This string of words shocked Mo Shi. Break out in a cold sweat.

'Mo Hesheng's Psychotherapy Records and Treatment Suggestions'.

Mo Shixin turned to the first page, the table of contents, and after a cursory scan, he suddenly realized that the 'half day' that Chen Yang said to her was a pun. When talking on the phone with Chen Yang before, Chen Yang said that his father was locked up by Herman when he went to find Herman, but there was no time to turn off his lines, so he led him out after half a day.

This half day does not refer to twelve hours, but refers to 'a very long time'. As for the motive of his ambiguous words, Mo Shixin thinks that he should be afraid of worrying himself.

It's right to think about it a little bit. Uncle Chen is not a prominent figure in GST. With his status, it may take half a month just to clear up the relationship.

According to the contents of the report, the father had been detained for at least a month.

Each sub-item of the catalog is composed of shocking words, and it seems to be carried out every day.

Mo Shixin turned to the first page of the report with trembling hands, the introduction.

The author of the report said in the introduction that Mo Hesheng’s various unreasonable demands should come from mania, anxiety, and some unobvious psychological disorders. Considering the position and history of Mo’s family in GST, in order to avoid Mo Hesheng’s All kinds of extraordinary actions lead to possible scandals, so all methods must be used to treat Mo Hesheng.

This quotation alone is nonsense, and there is no reasonable medical psychological evaluation at all except groundless speculation and slander.

Mo Shixin wiped the sweat from his fingers, and turned another page.

Mo Hesheng's treatment included psychological counseling, electric shock aversion therapy, drug aversion therapy, suggestion therapy, behavioral cognitive therapy, and even... a modified prefrontal lobotomy.

"Oh my god...they, what the hell did they do!"

Now, Mo Shixin understands that this is not any treatment at all. This treatment plan is prepared for killing his father. GST couldn't stop his father from insisting on his ideas, so he planned to 'kill' him.

Invented in the 1930s, the procedure removes part of the prefrontal lobe of the brain to treat violent tendencies and ADHD...and its inventors even won a Nobel Prize—until the procedure proved to have serious side effects.

This operation is essentially the same as the ancients used mercury, that is, mercury to treat various diseases. Relief of symptoms is really just a result of mercury allergy and mercury poisoning symptoms overriding the original disease. The prefrontal lobe is the largest and most important part of the brain, although people who have undergone surgery will appear calm , stable, and gentle, but this is actually only due to the reduction of the patient's IQ. This operation will destroy a person's personality and only turn him into a vegetative person who can walk. And for a scientist whose life value is mind, thinking, inspiration, and creativity, such a person is already dead.

Although the author claims that this improved brain prefrontal lobe surgery and Antonio Egas Moniz's are completely two concepts, it uses chemical methods to perform high-precision partial resection, and will not excessively affect IQ and imagination. But obviously a lie, no part of the brain is superfluous, this is a total murder.

Mo Shixin clenched her hands tightly, she only read two pages, and she already felt that there was no need to read any further. She felt that she didn't have the courage to read the next things, those reactions. She wished she could tear this report to shreds now.

But before that, she forced herself to flip through the report again, and there was one more thing that had to be done. She skipped all the content in the middle and turned it to the last page.

She must know who the author of this report is in order to retaliate in the future.

However, what she couldn't believe was that in the end, the name on the signature of the reporter turned out to be a name she was familiar with.

Lana Ginsburg.

And at the back of this report, there is also a small hard drive attached. Mo Shixin took it off tremblingly, turned on the computer, and a man appeared on the screen. He was extremely haggard, his hands were handcuffed, and he was in an interrogation room.

This is her father, Mo Hesheng. Then Lanna's voice came from outside the conversation.

"Hello, Professor Mo, how are you doing recently?" The voice was the same as Lanna's on weekdays, reminding Mo Shixin of the tone she used every time she broke into her room.

"Let's get straight to the point, stop talking nonsense, and let me go right away." Mo Hesheng raised his head slightly, staring at the back of the camera with cloudy eyes. "Do you know what this is doing? When did the group become a concentration camp!"

His voice was a little hoarse, not as forceful as his words. Mo Shixin didn't dare to guess how her father was treated. She just felt that the voice was like a claw, grabbing her heart tightly.

"Professor Mo, I hope you can take responsibility for your words. The group has made you a success. I think your words will chill the hearts of the entire group." Lanna said coldly.

"You fart!" Mo Hesheng spat, "We are the ones who created the group! Three generations of us have worked for the group, hehe, it's people like you who have gained power. That's what makes people feel the most chilling."

"Professor Mo, I hope you can calm down. After all, from my personal point of view, I really want to help you. Although we have different ideas, Shixin is my student after all."

"What do you want to do?! You want to use my daughter to blackmail me?" Mo He stared at the back of the camera, his cheeks flushed a little.

Lanna chuckled lightly, then seemed to ponder for a moment, and with the more obvious footsteps, this woman appeared in the camera. Standing in front of Mo Hesheng, she said, "No, I think you have misunderstood. I think she has a great future. Although her starting point is questionable, I think she works hard enough."

"What do you mean?" Mo Hesheng seemed a little flustered.

"I don't think she can enter Dunkel Durban with her qualifications. Although I don't have any evidence, I have the right." Lanna raised her hand and dragged her glasses, smiling.

"You are a vile man, and you are worse than Hermann."

"I don't disagree with what you said, but almost all the executives in GST are like this." Lanna nodded in agreement, "I can say without shame that we can create a hero or ruin someone, as long as It needs a little bit of means to control public opinion, just a little bit."

"What do you want now?"

"Submit all your research materials on astronomy, and then we will destroy them. You will go home to take care of yourselves, and Mo Shixin will be in my care. That's all. She is different from you. She will become the backbone of the group."

Mo Hesheng looked away and murmured, "How could she have a teacher like you?"

"You don't have the power to choose, unless you want to become a useless person."

Hearing such a threat, Mo Hesheng actually laughed, but his messy hair made him look very embarrassed.

"Lanna, in our culture, there is such a word-"strength of strength". You can take away everything from me, but you can't take away my "strength of strength". I will leave the group with my daughter."

Lana didn't seem surprised by Mo Hesheng's answer at all, she shrugged: "I'll look up the word, how about it, I'll give you a present."

"What?"

Lanna turned around and spoke as she walked.

"I heard that you observed an abnormal situation in a certain galaxy. I don't know anything about astronomy. I will send you a phone. It is an antique from the 70s. It is very valuable. Maybe you need it to communicate with your alien friends, haha Ha ha……"

In the evening, Mo Shixin stood on the deck looking into the distance.

On the distant horizon, Iceland is getting farther and farther away from her. Against the backdrop of the large ice floes, this small island of only 30,000 square kilometers (due to the rising sea level, the area has decreased sharply) looks so small.

In the dusk, it slowly disappeared, as calm as a huge wedge, being smashed into the sea little by little, surrounded by erratic ice floes, and the huge waves rolled up could not shake it, it was just so quiet Standing on the sea, it gradually disappeared from sight, like Mo Shixin's killing intent, deeply buried in his heart.

"Finally we can go home."

The woman standing beside her spoke in a calm tone.

The woman seemed unaware of what was about to happen, or that her guilt had been revealed.

"Oh, yes."

Mo Shixin lied, she knew very well in her heart that this woman would not be able to return home, and the people on the boat would not be able to return.

Even the baby sleeping soundly in this woman's arms.

This was the first time Mo Shixin saw her hugging her daughter. Although she was still wearing a white coat, she looked more like a mother than ever.

"I miss my father, he's old."

As Mo Shixin said, he looked at Lanna.

"Um."

The woman smiled at her, then looked towards the iceberg in the distance.

"People of our age don't have much time. When people get old, the people and things they cared about before are not important anymore."

"Is there anyone you care about? Teacher Lanna."

Mo Shixin said coldly, the last spire of Iceland also sank at this time, completely invisible.

The fierce sea wind brought a dark cloud and shrouded the bow of the ship.

She looked up, and saw that the dark cloud was stained with the turbid color of dusk, so dirty that it stained the entire sea facing it. This color seemed to be the end of the world.

"Teacher, do you believe in God?"

She felt that there was another person besides her who knew what she was going to do next.

And this person is in the sky, she really thinks so because she upholds atheism, otherwise, how could the sky show such a sad and strange color. She felt that this person in the sky was looking at her through the thick clouds,

"Teacher Lanna, why did you give me the key?" Mo Shixin turned around and walked towards the stairs on the lower deck.

"You are my last disciple."

The woman looked at her back and said.

This sentence made Mo Shixin hesitate for a moment, but then moved on.

Mo Shixin didn't look back at the woman's face, she was afraid to see Lanna's face, she didn't know if it was her face or just a mask.

She could no longer trust this woman, even if she showed genuine concern on the surface, it was just a lie, she was just an excellent actress.

Lana Ginsburg, you must be punished.

Walking down the stairs one by one, Mo Shixin had never felt that her steps would be so heavy, as if the gravity of the earth suddenly increased hundreds of times, every time her steps stepped on the metal that had been worn off the paint When she was on the stairs, she heard thick and terrible noises echoing back and forth between the narrow stairs.

Every time she went down a step, she had to take a few quick breaths, as if the steps led straight to hell.

Slowly, as she got deeper, she could smell some of the odor, creeping into her nostrils in her rapid breathing as she descended the stairs.

She knew it was just the smell of nicotine, but it smelled like steaming sulfur, which made her breathless, and even had the idea of ​​going back to the ground to breathe again.

But she didn't look back, and she didn't turn back when she opened the bow.

Finally, she walked to the next floor. At this moment, she heard a violent cough and saw the source of the hellish smell.

It's Herman, the leader of GST, the shadow emperor of science. For this man, Mo Shixin only met him at the swearing-in meeting when he first came to the Icelandic base.

In her memory, Herman on the podium was a flamboyant man. According to her childhood education, this kind of man was not a scientist, but a politician.

"Who are you……"

Herman frowned and stared at Mo Shixin for a while.

Compared with when he first came here a few years ago, it is completely different now. His face is as old as rotten wood, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the stubble grows like weeds. As the general manager of the project, Herman never showed his face in front of frontline workers like them.

"I remembered...you are, Mo Hesheng's daughter..."

Before he finished speaking, Herman coughed violently. He covered his mouth while coughing, and extinguished half of the cigarette butt in his hand on the wall of the aisle. After a while, he finally connected his mouth The smoke spit out a puddle of disgusting liquid.

"Female, daughter? I'm sorry, I have a few tumors on my lungs, hehe..."

He said weakly, though it seemed that he wanted to laugh at himself, but it sounded like a dead man's whimper.

This is retribution, Mo Shixin thought.

He had always been the one who persecuted his father the most and hated him, but now this arrogant and arbitrary technological tyrant has ended up in such a sympathetic appearance, it can only be said to be retribution.

"Is it lung cancer?"

Mo Shixin asked coldly, and got the answer she wanted.

"Yeah, it's late, it's hopeless."

"Um."

"Breathe lightly, don't inhale too much of my second-hand smoke...cough cough..."

As he spoke, Herman began to cough violently again.

"GST, human beings, the future, still need young people like you...the death penalty."

The death penalty in Herman's words made Mo Shixin puzzled, but she immediately realized that Herman said "Shixin", just like he always called his father's name "He Shen" ' Same, his pronunciation is not always standard.

But this is also ironic, the death penalty... This is exactly what Mo Shixin is going to do now, to sentence the Dunkeld family to death.

"I have something to tell you, you."

Herman was speaking out of breath, as if he had to make great efforts to open both voices now, so his speech was intermittent, like a stammer.

"You know... your father and I have never been on good terms."

"Know."

"but I……"

The man suddenly began to gasp for breath again, clutching his chest, and slowly fell down with his back against the wall.

Mo Shixin just looked at the old man like this, curled up in pain in the smell of smoke, without any intention of stepping forward to help him, just watching coldly.

"I, actually, no, hate him."

Herman struggled on the ground and said that he was completely out of breath, but he still held his breath and wanted to finish speaking.

"I, probably, won't survive, go, please, help me, and apologize."

Mo Shixin stared at him, did not answer, just lowered his head slightly, apologizing could not lessen the weight of a person's crime.

"too late."

She murmured in a low voice, but with Herman's state, I'm afraid she couldn't hear it.

"don't want……."

The sound in front of him stopped abruptly, and in the narrow aisle, the violent panting and strong nicotine disappeared instantly, and Herman's body suddenly became like smoke, turning into a cloud of mist and slowly dissipating.

This may be the last illusion left by human nature to Mo Shixin.

It's so cold, as cold as the bone marrow is frozen.

Looking up at the sky, it was blurry.

No, that thing is not the sky, it just has the color of the sky and looks like the sky.

That's the sea, the burning sea.

A little red, like the sunset, a little blue, like a clear sky, and a little yellow, like dusk.

As I slowly sank, I kept my eyes on the sky.

I remember, I continued to walk down the steps. When I reached the last floor, I still couldn't get rid of the smell of cigarettes when I met Herman, even though it was all fake.

The electric current from the steel plate and the sound of the machine were loud, and I knew I had reached the place, so I squeezed the 'key' in my hand a little tighter.

Since there is one icebreaking ship that can operate in the harsh environment of Northern Europe, the evacuation from Iceland was carried out in three batches according to the plan.

The first batch is management and senior scientific research personnel, the second batch is ordinary scientific research personnel, and the third batch is the rest.

And I was one of the first members to evacuate.

At that time, I was tightly holding the little 'key' in my hand, which was used to unlock the central computer of the ship. The channel of the icebreaker was detected by drones from the beginning, completely avoiding reefs and icebergs.

In other words, only need to change the value a little bit, the icebreaker will hit something that should not be encountered, and then sink, and in order to ensure that all the people on the ship die, I need to do it after being far enough away from Iceland this work.

Otherwise, maybe the Iceland base can organize a rescue team in time.

But is this a must?

I asked myself.

Yes, it has to be done.

I replied to myself.

GST has always been unable to break free from the constraints of being an enterprise and a chaebol. As long as the current GST is still a monopoly of science, there will be no organization dedicated purely to science.

I've decided that I'm going to die for science. There may still be people on this ship who sincerely contribute to science, but this is a necessary sacrifice. We will all become martyrs of the truth, and they will not walk alone on the road to hell.

I have forgotten how I operate the computer, and what kind of course I set.

I just remember that after the violent shaking, everything stopped, the lights did not turn on, the electric current and the sound of the machine running through the steel plate also disappeared, which meant that I succeeded, although I didn’t know that I hit a rock Still hit the iceberg.

Originally, I thought that I would just stay here and wait for the water to slowly pour in and drown, or wait for some equipment to short-circuit and cause an explosion, so I would just die here, but after careful consideration, I think it is necessary for me to go back to the deck a trip.

Lana Ginsburg is still there.

I'm going to see her expression, and see how the murderer confessed in the end.

She said that she is a believer in God, and she will definitely repent.

In the violent shaking, I staggered up the stairs.

It was different from when I went down, maybe I was too eager to see the ugly emotions that the woman showed due to panic, so my steps were extraordinarily light.

The higher I go, the more I can hear people crying, those voices that I usually don't hear.

Scientists from all over the world wailed in their native languages, English, German, Japanese, Mexican, carefully picking out Hebrew as I went up.

But to my disappointment, there was no Hebrew in it, and by the time I finally got to the end of the stairs, the deck was full of people, some of them clustered around the edge of the sidestring, hesitant to jump off . Some people are scrambling for useless swimming rings, and some people are kneeling on the ground, temporarily hugging the toes of the gods.

The rest are jumping down.

Most of these people who wanted to jump down grabbed the protective clothing prepared on the ship. These equipment can maintain human body temperature and can resist the pressure of the seabed to a certain extent, but it's just... very heavy. In order to fight against the extremely low climate, the protective clothing is surprisingly thick, and it is generally necessary to be attached to a safety rope to go down to the bottom of the sea. And that frightening cold current will soon overtake the scientific research ship, and the sea will be frozen. Those who fell into the water may never be able to swim up, and everyone will be frozen. .

Lanna wouldn't have jumped down, that would be a pity.

I looked at the sky again, and sure enough, there were people in the sky.

The color of the sky is becoming more and more dirty, and the shape of the clouds is becoming more and more distorted, almost as if someone is crying, which is very in line with the appearance of a creator seeing his creation being destroyed.

In this way, I slowly drifted with the current among the crowd, just like the ice floes colliding with each other on the sea.

With the sound of the explosion coming from the bottom of the boat, I don't know if I was pushed overboard by the shock wave or by the crowd, and then, like now, I fell into the water.

so cold.

I am getting farther and farther away from the sky, the ever-changing sky, the shimmering sky.

It was getting dark around me, and I knew I would sink to a place where the sun couldn't even shine.

Lowering my head, I looked at the guy who was hugging my leg and struggling constantly with sympathetic eyes. He hasn't accepted this fate, and he doesn't realize what contribution his death has made. It's a pity.

However, I also want to thank him. If it weren't for this guy in the diving suit who was pulling me, I think I would probably float to the surface. Compared with drowning, freezing to death would be much longer.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and the pressure of the sea water made my ears ring, as if my eardrums were about to burst.

But I know it won't be long.

Suddenly... I felt that the weight of my left leg seemed to have lightened, and I looked down with a dim consciousness... It seemed that a woman was beating the person who was holding me, and she was breaking the hole finger by finger. The hand that only grabbed my leg tried to pull him off of me.

This woman looks familiar... I just can't see very well under the pressure of the ocean. Even whether the other party is a woman can't be judged, it's just a feeling.

I wished she didn't have to do this, but opening her mouth would take mouthfuls of salty water.

Finally, this woman succeeded. She kicked off the person who was pulling me, then put her arms around my neck, and touched mine with her forehead.

This move made me a little unresponsive.

But at this close distance, I could see the woman's face, her lips parted and then closed. It seemed to be saying something to me, even if I was not proficient in lip language, I could read what the woman wanted to say.

"Swim up and survive."

When facing a woman, I still have something I want to ask. I reached out to her, wanting to ask her something again, but I didn't have the chance.

The woman, as if she had exhausted all her strength, kicked my stomach and pushed me up.

In the end, through the blur of sea water, I only saw a familiar, casual, smile.

In this way, I was pushed straight to the surface of the sea. My eyes, which were sore from being frozen underwater just now, became a little hot for some reason. I floated on the surface of the sea, surrounded by people holding suspended objects.

Not far away, half of the icebreaker I was on had entered the water, forming a vortex that sucked countless people into it. And during this process, the icebreaker suddenly overflowed with white mist.

People looked at the slowly spreading mist, but didn't react for a while.

Until the fog drifted towards this side and froze the sea surface.

It was liquid nitrogen. I am afraid that the liquid nitrogen reserve on the ship was broken by the ice floe when it sank. This light smoke is like a deadly ghost, floating quietly with the wind.

I have no intention of living.

no plan.

However, Lanna's words kept hanging in my ears, and I desperately swam towards an iceberg in the distance, in order to escape the life-threatening evil spirit, the speed of liquid nitrogen drifting far exceeded the speed of people swimming. Speed, I didn't look back, but I could feel through the waves the desperation of those who were engulfed by this specter, frozen on the surface.

Faster and faster, faster and faster...

This deadly specter came straight at me, but luckily, before she froze me, I climbed up the iceberg exhausted and fell wet on the slippery iceberg .

Looking around, it seemed that the entire ocean was frozen. Those who failed to escape were like ice sculptures, frozen on the surface of the sea in a terrifying and dynamic posture. Some people only had half of their heads left. , and some... half of their body was exposed.

I quietly looked at the whiteness in front of me.

A sudden feeling of emptiness inside, or rather, shame.

I shouldn't have survived.

As a murderer, I shouldn't have survived. I boasted that I did this to sacrifice for justice, but I didn't die.

I saw myself reflected on the ice, like a monster, the extreme cold frostbitten my face, and the deep red blood streaks were reflected below, and the two formed a mask, which I will wear forever for the rest of my life. with it. The mask was twisted and terrifying, and I laughed, laughing like crazy, for the first time in my life, laughing out loud at my own stupidity, and Lanna won anyway.

I stood up slowly and walked towards the frozen sea, thinking I should go back.

However, a crack suddenly appeared on the thinly frozen sea surface, and then a spherical thing broke through the crack. And it was also at this time that the sky cast a ray of light, shining on the thing that broke out of the ice from behind the gap in the clouds.

I carefully hugged the ball-shaped thing and stroked off a thin layer of ice on the ball. This is an incubator with a baby inside.

The pressure of the sea saved the baby's life, pushing her up from the sea.

I opened the nursery and looked at the baby in front of me, brown fur, green eyes, this is Lanna's baby.

"Son, your life is miserable, just like mine," I said to myself.

"I hope you never know what happened today."

I saw that the child was holding a note in his hand.

A paragraph was written on the note in familiar scrawled handwriting.

"There are only two most important days in a person's life. One is the day you were born, and the other is the day you know why you were born."

According to official statistics, a total of 2,380 scientific expedition personnel were killed in the accident. The Dunkeld family, including Herman, was almost wiped out, causing direct economic losses of more than 6 billion U.S. dollars. Within the period, the stock price of GST Group plummeted by 70%, and the global economy suffered a major impact. Inside the group, countless relevant personnel were investigated. People were panicked for a while, and various conspiracy theories emerged one after another. Although the supervisory committee tried its best to calm the public opinion, the anger of the families of the victims burned outside the group building. They did not Day and night, they marched and demonstrated, demanding an explanation.

Mo Shixin was protected. The outside world did not pay too much attention to this 18-year-old girl. The world thought she was just a survivor, but the group would not stop there. They needed someone to pay attention. Responsible for this matter, Mo Shixin will face a dangerous "investigation" at this time. This is the first stage given to her by God. She not only wants to get rid of the crime for herself, but also wants to take this opportunity to climb to the highest position .

She was to be Hermann's successor.