Hell Ledge.
Countless people had challenged Darkness Port, but it was still known as the most mysterious place in the world.
The challengers only knew that the Hell Ledge Challenge required them to enter the third floor of the cabin area. Under the guidance of the soldiers stationed there, they had to walk through a long passage and enter a mysterious place where the challenge would begin.
The so-called challenge was a very large space, and everyone's encounters were different. After succeeding in the challenge, they would go down and enter another space to continue the challenge.
The feeling of the challenge was once described by someone as being in an upside-down tower, going down floor by floor, but the tower was huge.
Aside from the difficulty of the challenge, it was a mystery.
No matter how familiar one was with Darkness Port, it was difficult for one to imagine where the Hell Ledge Challenge was.
Inside the mountain? The edge of the cliff? No, it was none of those. No place could contain such a huge space.
Some even believed that such a space did not exist and that it was all an illusion created by the stimulation of the human brain.
Boss Huang did not provide any explanation in the book. All he did was leave a comment with a short sentence: 'Space? Dream simulation? '
Four words and two question marks. It meant that Boss Huang also had questions in his heart.
Tang Ling did not feel anything at first, but when he saw the word 'dream simulation', he could not hold it in anymore. He looked at Boss Huang and asked, "Boss, do you think this is a simulated dream?"
Both he and Boss Huang were Dream Seeds, so it was impossible for them to hide anything from each other, so it was only natural for them to discuss dreams together.
Boss Huang answered Tang Ling's question directly, "I think so, but what's the goal?"
Tang Ling furrowed his brows. That's right. A simulated dream simulation? What's the goal?
However, it was not something that Tang Ling could care about. He had finished reading 'Playing with Darkness Port', and to him, the contents of the book were trivial. The main point of the book was nothing more than the summary.
As for the rest, everything on the island, some rules, and some trivial matters, they were not that important for the time being.
Half of the time had passed.
After understanding more about Darkness Port, Tang Ling pondered in his heart. He scooped up a handful of warm water and washed his face. He wanted to relax a little before he continued reading 'The Purple Moon Chronicles'.
"Huh?" Boss Huang exclaimed softly when he saw Tang Ling wash his face. Then, his expression turned strange.
Tang Ling raised a brow. "Is there a problem?"
"No, cough, no." Boss Huang's expression was still strange. He avoided Tang Ling's gaze and said, "I … sometimes go crazy. Don't mind me."
Go crazy? Tang Ling was doubtful, but when he looked around and checked himself, he could not find anything wrong with him, so he concluded that Boss Huang had gone crazy.
The book, A Spin in Darkness Port, was indeed a great help to him. Be it the surface or the deeper parts of the game, Boss Huang even recorded some of the secrets of the game without holding back.
Therefore, Tang Ling was looking forward to reading the Purple Moon Chronicles. He would not waste his time on such a ridiculous matter, so he just assumed that Boss Huang was having a spasm. He picked up the book right away.
"Before you read it, you better calm down," Boss Huang said all of a sudden when he saw Tang Ling pick up the Purple Moon Chronicles.
"Mm-hmm." Tang Ling answered as he flipped open The Purple Moon Chronicles. To his surprise, the secret that he had been searching for was revealed in the very first chapter of The Purple Moon Chronicles.
The first sentence was Boss Huang's comment: Diary of a witness.
August 17th, 2020. Sunny.
The 17th of August was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, but the temperature was hotter than summer, so it did not feel like autumn at all.
There's only one more week until Chinese Valentine's Day.
I mustered my courage and asked her out on WeChat.
Me: Hey, are you free? It's next Tuesday. Are you free for a walk? It's summer break anyway. I haven't seen my old classmate for almost a month.
Her: Classmate gathering? Hahaha! Who's there? Oh right, I haven't congratulated you on getting into Nanjing University.
Classmate gathering? But I just want to be alone with her.
Holding the phone, I was stunned for a long time. My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.
In the end, I replied, You're the one I'm going to ask out before I go to the other classmates. We'll have a gathering before we go to university. Why? Are you interested?
After typing the last word, the disappointment in my heart surged.
Her reply didn't matter anymore. I stuffed the phone into my pocket. I decided to go for a jog to vent the frustration in my heart.
I thought someone as smart as her should have understood my hint.
After all, Chinese Valentine's Day was a day like Chinese Valentine's Day. All the shopping malls had already started to advertise it.
Hehe.
Mood really can affect a person. Normally, I could easily run five kilometers, but today, I only ran five laps. I was exhausted before even two kilometers.
Plus, it was foggy, so I went home.
Nowadays, the fog had become the biggest news in people's boring lives. There were all kinds of speculations.
But wasn't it just fog? If it was harmful, then I thought it was the accumulated evil of mankind's long-term destruction of the environment.
Since it was an accumulated evil, I had to bear it.
Instead of discussing it, why not think about how to change it and how to do it better? But my father would criticize me for being childish, wouldn't he?
Forget it, I was too lazy to care. I just realized that I didn't even have the courage to pick up the phone.
I thought of a saying: Not every relationship will have a response.
She, who had liked me since the second year of high school, used this kind of method to deal with me. Maybe it also proved one thing.
She didn't want me to be embarrassed. She still had a trace of softness towards me in her heart. Maybe she was just a kind girl.
See, my taste wasn't wrong.
Or, like XX said, when you like someone, you learn a skill — — endless excuses for the person you like.
The fog tonight was very thick. I couldn't see far, and I couldn't open my heart.
I kept hearing all kinds of sounds in the fog. Was I so sad that I started hallucinating? Okay, I'm going to sleep.
I told myself, at least I have university life to look forward to, right?
2020, August 18th. Sunny.
Mountains and rivers have no way out.
There's light at the end of the tunnel.
The ancients were really wise. Such a poem contained so many complicated surprises.
Just like me at this moment, when I was writing in my diary, my hands were also shaking. That was because of excitement.
I just finished chatting with her for almost the entire day. I felt like we understood each other better.
It turned out that we already had so many common feelings. The feeling of occasionally looking at each other's eyes, the little ambiguous in the occasional conversation, it wasn't just my feelings. She was the same.
It was just that we both had the same goal at that time. We wanted to get into an ideal university, so we hid our feelings deep.
I did, and so did she.
I almost missed it. No, I won't miss it.
I picked up my phone in the morning. In the end, I still wanted to see her last reply from yesterday. I thought that after a night, I regained some courage.
In the end, I saw such a reply. I still remember the moment I saw it. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of my throat.
I wanted to shout, I wanted to scream, but in the end, I just looked at my phone and smiled.
She said: "Was it me first? You haven't asked anyone else? Otherwise, just the two of us would be fine. "
Haha, hahaha …
She really read my hints just like I guessed.
She also gave me hints, but I was so stupid yesterday! I didn't reply to her in time. She must have been sad for a long time like me, right?
Thinking about that, I started to feel sorry for her. I scolded myself for being stupid. I quickly grabbed my phone and mustered up all my courage to type a sentence.
"I originally wanted to be alone with you. Next Tuesday! Qixi! Because I wanted to tell you before going to university — — I like you. It's been two years since the second year of high school. "
I used to think that it would take a lot of courage to say that I like you, but it turns out that all I needed was a small response from her, a small hint.
The chat after that, I didn't record it in detail. I never thought that I would have the patience to hold my phone and chat with her on WeChat for an entire day.
But these chat records, I purposely saved them in a secret file. I want to wait until the day I get married to her. This will be the most meaningful memory.
I can't wait to see her. I can't wait until Qixi.
She also promised me that we'll meet tomorrow.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. What should I wear? I've already prepared a gift for her, and I've decided to give her something more meaningful, which is this diary!
It's a record of my feelings from the moment I fell in love with her.
It's so annoying. The fog is thick again tonight.
When would this inexplicable fog end? However, out of curiosity, I reached out my hand to feel the mist. Did it feel like it was real, just like what people had said?
The result of the experiment proved it. It feels sticky to my hand as if I'm really shrouded in something solid.
It's strange. What kind of explanation will the geography teacher give me? At least, the news did not report much about the fog. All they said was that they were still researching it.
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like the fog is purple. Is the pollution that serious?
August 19th, 2020. Shatter.
Shatter! Shatter! Shatter!
It's not real! None of this is real!
Let me die! Let me die! I'm dying! My body is expanding and heating up! I'm dying! Tang Ling furrowed his brows.
Tang Ling furrowed his brows. He knew the key was about to come. The diary did not end there.
However, it was because of the unending diary entries that he felt when an era was being overturned. The overwhelming despair made his heart tremble.
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