They don’t meet people, but when they meet animals, although they are not tamed, they seem to lack vigilance. Don’t be wary of them. What does the ghost bird think of in the tunnel manager and what he found underground? Did he find the real area? Or did his death bring about changes around them? Even now, she still knows how to see through the manager, but she feels that his disappearance is a loss and a sorrow. He has really experienced life in her whole life, not the part that she inherited, which is still meaningless.

When he passed through the door deep underground, she also saw and felt that the crawler’s detection organ disappeared, and its whole body followed him into the darkness. With a slight earthquake, the side wall of the tunnel swayed twice and then came to a standstill again. She knew that although it was impossible to reverse it, the director was right. It was possible to add or subtract a term from the general manager’s equation. No one could fully understand the equation. Perhaps the director was right, but it was not as she imagined. The words on the wall still flashed in her mind and wrapped her like a protective cover.
When the ghost bird stepped into the sun, she found Grace staring at her suspiciously in fear, so she smiled and told Grace not to be afraid, not to be afraid, not to be afraid of what, and how could you stop it? Afraid of what you don’t want to stop? Aren’t they giving birth to evidence? Isn’t it some kind of special evidence? There is no need to warn people that although the world has fallen apart and changed irreversibly, it will continue to go on.
They set up camp at night and set out again at the first dawn. As the sun rises, the world is bright and the surrounding environment is full of vitality. There are no soldiers and there is no shuttle belt in the sky. Winter has passed and the region has entered a hot summer.
By the time they passed the still pond and stepped on the last leg, it seemed to be elongated. At this moment, her feet were full of blisters and her ankles were worn out. The flying insects were attracted by the sweat on her ears and forehead. She drank the water in the kettle and still felt thirsty in her throat. The sun seemed to be embedded in the back of her eyes, and the shining light made her head feel like a fire. Every beautiful scene appeared in front of her. She remembered seeing Grace’s footsteps hesitate to stop and go. When the light kept shooting into the ground, it seemed to be exhausted.
"Do you think there are people guarding the inspection?" Grace asked.
The ghost bird didn’t answer this question. It’s meaningless, but she still has human characteristics. She doesn’t want to argue about what is true. The definition of prestige has been broken and changed forever. Now she has always known that biologists’ position theory is like a lamp in the brain, just like never breaking the connection.
On the last journey to the old border, the sun was bright and blazing, and she felt a little delirious, but she knew it was an illusion-she still had water, and she could feel blisters and his slight pain in her stumbling steps. How is it possible that the sun was so hot and the scenery was unbearable?
"How can we tell them if we really succeed?"
Ghost bird suspects that "they" are not. Now she is eager to see the rock bay through the regional eyes and wonder whether it has remained the same or changed. This is her only goal to return to a place of special significance to her, just as the island is to biologists.
When they came to the old border, the white tent in the south of the big pool turned dark green and covered with various creatures such as mold. The brick wall of the army post collapsed in half and was buried in the mud as if it had been attacked by a giant animal. No soldiers or inspections were made.
She bent down to shoelace and saw an ant bee near her boots. There was dense vegetation around the pool in the distance. She seemed to hear a crawling and panting. A broad-shouldered, slightly strange groundhog briefly poked its head out of the grass to see her, then quickly disappeared and plopped into the river behind her. She got up and felt very interesting.
"What’s that?" Grace asked behind her.
"Nothing, nothing."
Then she gave a chuckle and walked on, thinking nothing but water and a clean shirt. She had an inexplicable pleasure and grinned.
A day later, they arrived at the Nanjingju building. The swamp has spread. The courtyard is covered with floor tiles until it reaches the concrete steps leading to the room. The roof seems to have collapsed. Storks and ibis nest near the outer wall of the Science Department. There was a fire in the building that burned until it went out on its own. From a distance, there was no sign of human activity. Everyone Grace knew was gone. Behind them was the reservoir. The crooked pine tree still hung with a string of lights, which was two feet higher than when the ghost bird saw it.
They tacitly stopped at the edge of the building at the same time, and through a crack in the side, they could see the garbage room on the third floor, and it was deeper and darker further inside. They stood for a moment under the cover of trees and stared at the wreckage.
Gracefa felt the slow rise and fall of the building, breathing method felt it breathing, and she could not feel the local return of the south, but the ghost bird learned through this return that it would be a mistake to enter the building to disturb the ecology, and the exploration was over.
They didn’t stay, they didn’t look for lucky people, they didn’t do anything that seemed ordinary but might be stupid.
But this is the real test. The real test.
"What if the outside world doesn’t work? It’s different from what we know or there’s no way to the outside world?" Grace said that although she is now in such a rich and complete world.
"We’ll find out soon," said Ghost Bird, taking Grace’s hand and squeezing it.
The ghost bird’s expression obviously calmed her down. Grace smiled and said, "We will know soon." Together, they may know more than a living person on earth knows.
This is an ordinary day, an ordinary summer day.
So they went on, throwing stones as they walked, looking for the boundary that might not be invisible.
They walked for a long time and kept throwing stones at them.
director general
The twelfth exploration team set out, that is, you sat in front of the desk of the Nanjing Bureau, and it was dark around you. Your backpack was next to you, and all the guns were stuffed into the outer compartment. You were going to keep this place in a messy state, and the shelf was full of overflowing. No one could find the law in your notes, and many things were meaningless or you could be as white as a plant and an old mobile phone. For example, a picture of the wall was taken when you met Saul Evans.
You put the letter written to him in your pocket, but you feel very clumsy, just like trying to express something in French language, and the recipient may have lost his reading ability, but maybe just like the word on the tower wall, the text is not important, the delivery channel is the key, maybe it is important to write it down so that it can enter your mind
You are always anxious because of poor action planning several times. Now you have a choice. You can do it in the same way as before … Take measures to get rid of the silence and darkness for a short time, and you will go back. Even if you really come back, it makes no difference.
You’ve said all the soothing words to Grace, reassuring her that everything is normal, and maintaining morale. You think she believes what you said is just that you wait for us when I get back, when we solve this problem …
A pale and curious head leaned in and tilted to one side. Viterbi mouse looked out of his shirt pocket, showing his ears and small black eyes. His fragile claws were like human hands.
You suddenly feel old and everything seems to be far away from you-the chair, the opposite door, the corridor and the Viterbi are all separated by a wide gap. You sobbed lightly and tried to take a breath. Facing the garbage, you took notes. You were a little scared for a while, but all this was never disappointing.
"Help me up, Viterbi." You tell him that he is stronger than he looks, and you lean on him. Although he is thin and not as tall as you, he can still support you.
You swing with your head down, even if everything falls apart, Viterbi must stay and Viterbi will collapse because no one can stand that sight for years, but you must beg him not to choose Grace, who will run the whole organization. Viterbi is responsible for recording witness.
"You must write about what you see and what you observe, which may still be important."
You hear the waves in your ears, you see the lighthouse and the words on the tower wall.
Viterbi stared at his huge eyes without saying a word, but he didn’t need to say anything. He just wanted to be by your side silently.
As soon as you take a step toward the door, you feel the weight and the importance of your decision, but you ignore it. It’s late when you walk toward the corridor. The fluorescent lamp looks dark and dim, but an uncomfortable hot air passes over your head, perhaps from these lights, perhaps from the vents, like a whisper, like an irreversible reality.
In the cool night, there may be honeysuckle flowers in the air, and there is a faint smell of sea water in my memory. For half a month, you will pass by those half-buried dark ruins with the members of the twelfth exploration team and get familiar with the road as if you can arrive in an instant.
You walk into the white tent of the operational headquarters of the South Border Bureau. Linguists, surveyors, biologists and anthropologists are taken to different rooms for final purification and adjustment. Soon you will come to the border. Your tall and strong body will step into the huge door with fluorescent light as gracefully as possible.
Everyone you watch on the monitor is calm and relaxed except the linguist. There is no sign of irritability. The linguist keeps shaking. She blinks too fast, but her lips squirm without hair.
The technician looks at you and waits for instructions.
"Let me in," you said.
"if you go in, we have to restart the whole process."