Escape in the interstellar game world

"Go, go! Go back to the house and rest while dad takes care of these things." Father Zhou couldn't wait to drive them away.

Zhou Tang glanced at Father Zhou meaningfully and emphasized, "...Dad, I hope I can get the answer I want."

Father Zhou paused while cleaning up the dishes, but he kept his head still, his eyes lowered and refused to make eye contact with Zhou Tang, "I understand. I will tell you everything about your mother."

"Dad, you are not allowed to hide anything."

Father Zhou quickened his hand movements and responded with a "huh" sound.

He also urged in a low voice, "Go and rest!"

Zhou Tang gave Father Zhou a steady look and said to himself, "I don't know the answer tonight, so I won't be able to sleep..."

Father Zhou's eyebrows jumped up, this damn girl!

Zhou Tang turned around and went back to the room to continue exploring and studying the news that Cheng Mu had conveyed to her.

After closing the door to the room and completely cutting off the outside world, Zhou Tang calmed down.

Opening the notebook again, this strange animal was unheard of. Could it be that it had mutated?

Combined with the information brought by Zhou's father, Cheng Mu must have been attacked by mutated creatures in the canopy passage. Fortunately, Cheng Mu's strength was beyond the limit and he was able to exit safely...

Zhou Tang closed the notebook again and flipped through three more books about Tianmu.

The canopy, as the name suggests, is a curtain hanging in the sky. The blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine that people living in underground spaces see when they look up are displayed through the canopy.

Zhou Tang entered divergent thinking, so the secret she kept with her deskmate for two days this weekend, and those darkened curtains, are they related to what Cheng Mu encountered in the canopy passage?

Could it be that mutated creatures destroyed the structure of the sky? causing the curtain to turn black.

So where do mutant creatures come from?

You must know that these survivors have been forced to retreat underground step by step.

...

The curtain in front of the window changed into a starry night sky. If this was a real scene, it would be magnificent.

The time for reading flew by quickly. When Zhou Tang raised his head from the book and looked at the alarm clock on his desk, it was already past 11:30 in the night.

Zhou Tang took a deep breath, stretched his body, stood up and prepared to stretch his muscles.

She doesn't plan to go to school tomorrow morning.

Zhou Tang put on a coat and opened the door to the room. The living room was dark, except for the faint firelight in the corner of the stove.

She turned around and walked to Zhou's father's room and knocked on the door.

Through a door, Zhou's father said, "Tangtang, please wait! The time is not up yet."

Zhou Tang responded loudly, "Okay"!

Father Zhou in the room was sitting in front of his desk, with several diaries spread out on the desk.

He stroked the diary and murmured, "Aying, our daughter has grown up too!"

"She is very beautiful and good at studies, but she is a bit stubborn. But she also loves you as much as I do. She wants to know every bit of you. Do you think I really want to tell her?"

Seeing time pulling back minute by second, Zhou's father dug out a small box from the deepest part of the desk drawer.

The box was small and exquisite. It was covered with a thin layer of gray velvet and contained a strange rectangular object.

Father Zhou looked lovingly at what once belonged to Zhou's mother and was about to be handed over to his daughter. He didn't know whether the daughter could fulfill her mother's last wish.

He took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the drawer. This was a gift he had prepared for his daughter.

He looked up at the time again, and heard the sound of a chair "clattering" on the floor. He held three diaries and two gift boxes, turned the door lock, and knocked on Zhou Tang's room door with the light spilling out of the room.

Zhou Tang jumped up from the soft bed, without even having time to put on his slippers, and immediately ran to open the door.

Father Zhou had a sad smile on his face, and the clock on his desk pointed to twelve o'clock at this moment.

"Tangtang, I've actually been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't want to tell you about your mother. Her affairs...but the ambiguous and slanderous words of people around you have made you very interested in your mother's past."

"I have been thinking about it seriously for a long time. You are her daughter. You should and need to know her dreams and her life's pursuit. As for whether you want to fulfill her dreams for her, it's all up to you! Dad doesn't I will force you to do so.” Father Zhou’s words were a bit general and somewhat unclear.

He first handed the diary and small box left by Zhou's mother to Zhou Tang, "This is the diary left by your mother. Everything she wanted to do, her mental journey... are all in this. Now I put these Forwarded to you. After reading this, you will have a deeper understanding of your mother."

"As for this small box... I leave this souvenir to you."

Then he handed the slightly larger gift box to Zhou Tang, "This is my birthday gift to you! Tangtang, you are my parents' favorite daughter. I hope you are safe, happy and everything goes well."

It was rare for Zhou's father to show his emotions, and he hugged Zhou Tang gently and emotionally.

Then he regretted, "If, if we were still here... your parents would definitely prepare a big birthday cake for you and invite your relatives and friends to celebrate together..."

"Don't see it too late! We still have class today!" After saying these words, Zhou's father turned around and left feeling quite lonely.

Zhou Tang pursed his lips, "...Dad!"

Father Zhou returned to his room with a slightly hunched back, but he still waited carefully for Zhou Tang to close the door before closing the door to his own room.

Zhou Tang came to the desk with something in her hands. Under the illumination of the desk lamp, she slowly opened the diary.

Is it sunny on December 12?

...

We survivors have been in the underground space for several months and do not know the real weather conditions outside.

But according to the initial settings, the sky weather changes are synchronized with the outside weather.

Just how similar is it? What's the use?

We have long been abandoned by the ancient blue star. It is us, we are the executioners. This is retribution!

...

Sunny on January 2, 1***

Another year passed.

Unexpectedly, we actually adapted. There are more people who think that life here is good, they don’t need to be harmed by radiation every moment, and those who can enter the underground space are lucky.

Ah!

I don't think so!

This is a shameful act of avoidance!

Sooner or later, we will return to our homes again.

Sunny on January 2, 3***

It's a sunny day again. Looking at the sun hanging high in the sky, but not feeling the heat, what does this mean?

I asked the teacher for advice, but the teacher said that we did not have enough energy. The canopy has already simulated most of the sensory experience, and there is no need to add such trivial things as somatosensory.

Listen! What kind of words are these?

energy? In those places, energy is constantly wasted!

Why do we exist?

Sunny on January 2, 8***

It's been a full year since we came underground.

Over the course of a year, we continued to improve the entire underground space, making it exactly the same as before.

But what’s fake is always fake! It cannot replace the real thing.

Sunny on January 2, 12***

I met a very interesting person today.

We are doing interesting things with interesting people, but we are in an uninteresting place.

June 2, 6***, sunny

I think it's time for me to get married.

Still the same interesting person.

But I never forget my dream.