Cristae
Stories
7
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530
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1.0 M
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3 d, 14 h
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Wang Xiaoyan and Feng You were utterly exhausted. Throughout their journey, they had suffered from the depletion of physical strength and mental stress. Upon locking the door shut, they immediately sat down on the floor without a word to each other. Neither could have imagined that merely coming for a medical checkup would plunge them into such an unpredictable predicament. "Feng You, I'm scared," Wang Xiaoyan murmured softly. Feng You silently embraced her. This embrace was very warm; Wang…-
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Shen Lian didn't know how much time had passed; it might have been several minutes, or perhaps longer. At least when he was awakened by that eerie sound, he could still maintain consciousness. The noise sounded like someone had amplified the decibel level of opening and closing drawers many times over. He saw a human face. A face with unfocused pupils, sallow complexion, and skin that had lost its elasticity. Instinctively, Shen Lian adjusted his posture slightly, swinging the saw horizontally…
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Shen Lian recalled his previous suicide attempts. They were all very artsy. He looked at the saw in his hand. Very violent. Slowly, he brought it up to his neck. Something from the neighboring morgue knocked on the door. "Wow." My life isn't meant to end yet, he thought, removing the saw. Alright, he feared this thing in his hand. Too violent, too direct. Just like jumping off a building or lying down on railway tracks—blood-soaked methods. Depression was when one's soul…
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The lights in the main hall were on, their glow stark white, perfectly matching the atmosphere of a hospital horror film. Shen Lian stopped crying and carefully examined the people in the main hall. Including himself, there were twelve individuals in total. The burly man holding a fire axe appeared extremely menacing; no one dared to approach him. A woman dressed in professional attire sat in a chair. Shen Lian noticed she was barefoot—she must have removed her high-heeled shoes. Nearby,…
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Shen Lian could not control his hand holding the knife. He filled the bathtub with hot water and lay down inside. Locating the position of the artery, he cut vertically downward; this would enlarge the wound, increasing the difficulty for rescue efforts accordingly. The hot water would prevent blood from clotting. In truth, most people had been deceived by movies and dramas. The success rate of suicide by cutting one's wrists was far lower than jumping from a building or lying on railway…
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The so-called good fortune of having one's misfortune washed away after traveling through time ultimately did not befall Wen Luan. What skill does driving a bus count as? The White Whale Galaxy has no cars, only flying saucers. Forget about operating systems, even the current writing system is incomprehensible to Wen Luan. The red-haired beauty from the Household Registration Office sadly informed him that the kingdom had no need for the "lost technology" Wen Luan was skilled in, nor were there any…-
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This is practically a ghost city. "No shops, no entertainment venues, can't even find residential areas. What kind of crappy place is this?" Wen Luan cursed angrily. Thick fog permeates, the domes and spires of buildings float in the cloud sea, intersecting vertically and horizontally, like magnificent aerial pavilions. Many tall, antique stone sculptures serve as columns for these buildings, with ivy patterns winding around metal railings. The overall view cannot be clearly seen; the entire city…
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Wen Luan felt like he was soaking in hot springs, with a soothing comfort permeating through every pore. This made him unable to resist pulling up the quilt, covering his head to block out the light, and continuing to sleep lazily. In the blur, the sounds of conversation continually reached him from all around. "Quick look, it's just this kind of bed… Without sturdy materials, it creaks when you lie on it. I've only seen replicas before in museums. Ah, the daily necessities of life back then were…
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"I want to curse that bastard who stole my money!" Wen Luan angrily slammed his hand on the steering wheel. The few coins in his pocket had disappeared; during lunchtime, lacking these cents, the strict highway service area hamburger shop refused to provide him with a bacon sandwich. "The suspicious fellows I encountered today… it seems there were only those three travelers from the morning," Wen Luan thought, turning his neck uncertainly. But those three hadn't even approached him. Could…
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On the narrow road, a black Jeep was parked. A man wearing a leather jacket leaned against the car door, holding up a telescope in his hand, staring at the distant valley. Morning fog filled the air. Three meters away from the car stood a crooked road sign. Faded paint letters formed the blurry name "Meteorite Town". The low broad-leaved forest by the roadside stood still without any signs of life, with thick layers of dust accumulated on its leaves. The road surface was covered everywhere with…
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