The diary ends here.
This should count as a diary, just like the ones Lu Xi'an wrote back then.
However, Lu Xi'an was much more diligent in writing, and wrote much more.
Perhaps one day when I'm old and near death, with many unfulfilled regrets, I'll write a diary, just like the person in the pit?
Come to think of it, I've opened up his basement, crawled into his shelter, taken his radio, dug up his "grave," yet I still don't know his name.
How did this person, on the way to the national emergency disaster command center in the new district of East Sea City, end up here in a muddled state and settled down, and why did they decide to settle here? Lu Xi'an can't figure it out either.
— You have to know, when I was in Mengxin City, the time indicated on the recording I heard wasn't even 2100, but this diary is dated 2123.
What happened during this time?
Lu Xi'an couldn't figure it out, and there was no need to.
