black hypothesis

Hi.

Are you ok?

Three days have passed since all communication tools were broken.I walked alone in this iceberg and snow field, and finally had to choose paper and pen to write my last notes in this cave.

If I survived, then this is just a ridiculous love letter; if not, then I am afraid it can only be the last suicide note.

I hope it's the former.

It's supposed to be very cold in the snow-capped mountains, but please rest assured that it's not so cold that you can't hold your pen.But I believe...if I don't write something else to save my sanity, then I'm going to have a nervous breakdown.

Like I said to you before I set off: I just joined an expedition.Everything was going well, and if nothing happened, I would be on the return trip by now, wrapped up in a warm blanket and drinking hot chocolate.

Sweets keep you energized.But it feels like it's been a long time since the last time I ate candy.

In this snow mountain, our team encountered an avalanche.Avalanche is not a common thing, but it just happened to happen to us.To make matters worse, the avalanche happened in the middle of the night, and most of the expedition was—sleeping.

It was under such circumstances that I lost touch with them.The few communication tools that I could carry were also broken and unusable. I was trying to find traces of other companions in the mountains, and tried to find something to send out SOS signals.

However, it didn't work.

Relying on the remaining food, I persisted for four or five days.There is still some leftover food, if I maintain the current food intake, I can eat it for about five days.

Because there is too little food, I dare not move.If you walk a lot, you will feel hungry, and you will eat when you are hungry.If I eat too much, I probably won't be able to last that long.

cough.

This is my brain circuit, it's kind of weird, but I think you can understand it, right?

Seems like I shouldn't be pinning my hopes on this little thing.But since the hope of escaping from this mountain is slim, then I simply hope that you can understand every word I wrote. The probability of this wish being fulfilled seems relatively high.

What a tiny wish (laughs).

This is actually a very difficult choice.

To eat or to take risks, to be happy or to be free.The two are often opposed, and this is one of the questions that countless philosophers have discussed for thousands of years.But since I don't need to consider other people's situation, I chose half and half.

Set yourself the hours of adventure each day to make sure you don't starve to death from exercising too much when you can only eat so much.

I figured it would be easy, since I've lived a life of abundance like everyone else for so many years, so I won't be starving for a while.After a week, I don't know.

Because it was very cold in the cave, my fingers were already numb, and my legs seemed to be a little uncomfortable because of the slowed blood flow.Naturally, there are no tables and chairs in this cave, but there is a large stone that can be used as a table.

I sat on my backpack, just like I did when I was a student, and wrote letters on my desk.

Because I am too lazy to sit up straight, I always lie on my stomach like this, and when I lie on my stomach, the words are slanted.Slanted at a slant, it doesn't look like a Chinese character.Sometimes when I am writing on my stomach, you will touch the back of my neck from the other side, and I will be scared.

But slowly got used to it.

In the end, even you don't bother to do that, because as long as you do that, I will know it's you.Then you start inventing new tricks, trying to keep me from recognizing you. ——Is that something from college days?

The most common thing is that you would call me that after I fell asleep on the desk and didn't know the get out of class was over.

Think about it carefully, everything in the student days is really beautiful.

Because I have left the society, I am no longer the person who can think about nothing, so I especially cherish these memories of the past.

Bad memories seem better because they are gone.

As I write this, today's share is almost the same.I intend to continue to explore, and then tomorrow, continue to write this letter.

Ah, the pen and paper should be put away properly. If I lose it, I won’t have extra paper to write again.

the next day.

Strangely, I felt like I had found the backbone when I spread out the letter paper again. —It seems that because I knew you would see this letter.

Is there any difference in my strokes compared to yesterday?Is it colder or warmer.

This kind of problem arises when expressing in words. I always worry that what I write is not right. If you suspect that the person behind the writing is actually an alien because of the change of the brush strokes, it is not good.

Just kidding, but the situation I'm in right now is pretty harsh.

Bad - if you want to describe it in detail, it is probably damp.

Yesterday morning I set out and walked north for about three hours.Among the snow-capped mountains, I can still see the road clearly, but the road conditions are particularly strange.When I was halfway there, I seemed to hear someone calling.

It's been a long time since the avalanche ended, and I'm not sure there will be any other survivors.

Frankly, I'd love to meet people, even if it's just out of human empathy.

I followed the call and ran in the direction of the person.Then I recognized it, it was a girl's voice.

In our exploration team, there is only one girl besides me.She is a very cheerful person and likes to make people laugh. When encountering any weird situations during the expedition, she is responsible for enlivening the atmosphere.

As another girl, we were always cuddling, so whenever she yelled, I recognized her voice.

Just like I can make out your back from a distance.

I hurriedly ran in that direction, but probably because I was too excited, I fell into the hole where I am now.

Yes, drop.

I stumbled and fell in, and it happened in an instant.

I failed to catch anything, and then, something worse happened.My right foot appears to be broken - I won't use more medical words, it doesn't look good anyway.

I fell in the hole, luckily everything was on me, unfortunately I couldn't go any further without trying to heal my leg.

And, one more thing, after I woke up, the call disappeared.

I didn't have a first aid kit, so I used the most primitive stuff and bandaged it a bit.I took first aid courses, but the problem is, the first responder courses you can find in the city are like this: no matter what you have done before, the last step in those courses must be to get the patient into the ambulance.

It's as if no matter what you do, you have to let the professionals do it in the end.

I wouldn't have cared, but the problem is...there's no ambulance here.

It seems that I can only wait for rescue.

The hole was dug so solidly that the stone was almost rock-like.I tried to cut holes in it with my saber, and then climbed up by grabbing the gaps.If that was the case, I would still be able to climb to the ground even if my leg was completely rotting away.

But actually, it doesn't work.

It was too hard to find a gap no matter what, and no matter how high I reached out, I still couldn't reach the ground.There is no such thing as wood here, which can be used to prop myself up and climb to the ground.

A stone is cold, and fire cannot burn it.

In fact, in this humid, snow-covered environment, I doubt I'd be able to start a fire.

That's what I do today.I just ate half a cookie and drank a lot of water.Given that I have iodine and there's snow everywhere; so theoretically, I won't die of thirst for a while, which is by far the most exciting thing.

I huddled in my sleeping bag.

During this period of time, you are probably also playing with your mobile phone in bed.I feel very happy to be able to stay in a similar environment with you.

good night.

Hi - how are you?

This is the third day.

The original expedition plan could not continue because of a broken leg. Now I can only nest in the cave and wait for rescue.

For some reason, I remembered a passage:

Someone fell into a hole in the ground.

A geographer walked by, and he said: This is a natural disaster formed by weathering.

A history professor walked by, and he said: Everyone should use history as a bronze mirror and learn from reality.If you do that, then you won't fall in like those people did before.

A social student walked by, and he said: So many people pass by without saving him, people nowadays are really selfish.

None of them saved him.

Only a farmer passed by, then reached out and pulled her out of the hole.

Hi.I really wish that farmer would show up now.

Sitting in the sky.I tried several ways of calling for help, including lighting a fire, spreading a white cloth, and screaming.

But the fire died out soon after.There is no white cloth.If you keep shouting, the water may not be enough to drink.

I can't think of any more solutions.Now I kind of understand why many people hate cowardly protagonists in novels, because the feeling of being unable to do anything at a critical moment and waiting for someone to save them is too anxious.

Because of this, there isn't much I can do.I tried to carve words with a saber in this cave, even if it was only a shallow trace.

I think of the time I spent in college a long time ago.In my sophomore year, I learned to operate a CNC milling machine and carved something with it.That's your name -- initials only.After getting a good score, I took it back and handed it to you.

What I make, I always take back.Including the photo frame in high school, which was the last art class of the second year of high school, something I made.

Because it looks good, I can't bear it.But after that it was summer vacation, and as soon as the second year of high school started, I went back to the art classroom and got the photo frame back.

I was the only one in the class who made a photo frame and took it home by myself.

When the art teacher took me to the drawer of the photo frame in the class, I even thought that maybe I could steal a classmate's back.But I didn't do that, it was just a thought.

It has my autographed signature on it.And the date.

It's been many years now but it hasn't faded and it will always be mine.

I still remember looking at it on the way home and laughing like a fool all afternoon.Will you laugh at me?It would be great if I could see your smile, because I want to see it.

As for the signature, it is actually the same.

Because it has your name, it is yours.You don't have to return it.

I'm a little wordy.In short, compared to carving on the cave with a knife now, it is much easier to operate that seemingly difficult thing at the time.Finally I gave up. Anyway, the engravings are just some useless symbols, which are useless at all.

I'm a little tired, and that's all for today's letter, and I'm going to continue to look up at the starry sky.

Really - here, the starry sky is the only thing to look up to.

good night.

(The following words are intermittent.)

Hi - how are you?I'm not very good.

……

Food is not enough.

……

I still couldn't wait for help.

……

My heart beats so fast.I was too hungry to see everything in front of me. (The notes are crooked, like words written by a blind person)

……

Sorry.

I still haven't been able to deliver this letter to you in person.

……

don't remember me

good night.

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An expedition lost contact in the mountains.

After several days of rescue, someone finally found the only dead person in the expedition.Because he was separated from the expedition team, he starved to death in the cave.In this exploration, three people were injured, one died, and the rest survived.

In the end, it is said, they found a letter in the dead man's hand.The letter seemed to be written to the lover of the deceased. When the lover saw the photo taken by the rescue team and the signature of the letter, he cried bitterly.

Some people said with regret——by the time they read this letter, it was too late.If it was a communicator, then the deceased might not have died in the cave.

Even so, until his death, the deceased still clung to the paper and pen tightly and did not let go.

The author has something to say:

I...recently...playing Lifeline...

There are toys that can replace writing, so I am too lazy to fill in the pits-yes, novels are toys for me haha, I belong to the kind of players who can’t even play with ordinary toys and can only invent things for myself orz taylor is so cute!Why do I always wait until everyone has played before playing! 【Speech from a senior Martian resident