[完结]"切尔诺贝利事件其实是个障眼法, 用于掩饰另一个更大的事故"

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  PDA 组长 楼主 2020-12-16 13:41:25

  02 https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/c090ig/the_chernobyl_disaster_was_a_coverup_of_something/ “Fucking college kids. What does the sign at the fence say? No Entry. What does this here say?” he pointed at the text sprayed across the main door. “No Fucking Entry. You think we just put these up because we don’t have anything better to do, like you? You really have nothing else to do but to snoop around things you have no business in!” he sighed, “Now look what happened look what you did – what your awesome idea brought you!” Moroz yelled me after I finished explaining what happened. First thing he did when he arrived was to check the service tunnel and make sure it is closed. He didn’t even talk to me, he just ran there and made sure it is sealed and locked. He was an average-looking guy probably in his mid-50s, but I think people would say that he looked older than he really was. “What is this place?” I asked. “You have no idea,” he said, stood up and walked to his car. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to save your friend. And you’re coming with me.” “You will do everything exactly as I say and nothing else. Stay quiet. Try not to exhaust yourself. The air is not circulating and you’ll burn all the oxygen and suffocate. You will stay tethered to me by this line.” He lifted what looked like a small retractable winch. “When I turn off my light you will do the same immediately and you won’t move.” He continued and pulled out a shotgun from the car’s trunk. “Are these going to help?” I asked. “To an extent. But don’t use it unless I tell you to.” He said and handed me a pistol. “Last thing. Do you know how ozone smells?” He asked and I nodded. “Good. If you smell ozone, run.” I started considering whether this was a good idea when he chained and locked the door from the inside with a massive padlock. “This is the only way we can keep them from getting out” he said when he noticed me watching him. Hell of course this was a bad idea. Worst one I’ve ever had. So let me rephrase, I was contemplating whether I would ever see that padlock open ever again. “Am I not going to get a key?” I asked, watching him close it with a loud click. “Sorry, I have just one. But don’t worry, I’m right here,” he said, sliding his hand across the line that we were connected through. The tether reeled back and forth between us as we walked through the service tunnel. It gave me some sense of security – I could be sure not to get lost and separated from the only other person nearby. It created a sort of a weird rhythm with the diesel fuel that sloshed around in the large canisters we carried. Our first stop would be the generator room on the other side of the main entry hall. The generator rattled and hummed as it slowly started spinning up. “Did you see it?” Moroz asked. “What?” “We have some time for talking until it turns on. Did you get a look at what took your friend, when it happened?” “No,” I answered. “What is this place?” I asked again. He stared into the air, sighed and explained: “It was originally a military stockpile in the 50s. In late 70s it was then repurposed into a research site. Anything that was too crazy for public to know about it, they’ve done it here. And it was some fucked up stuff sometimes. Then… they had this project about teleportation. They even rebuilt half of the facility to house it. And that’s when it all went to shit.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “I used to work here,” he said. “So, what are these things?” I asked. “They are…” he started but then brushed off. “I don’t know. I was just an assistant.” “Is there someone who knows?” “Not anymore. Everyone who knew, well, let’s say they never left this place.” “And how did you get out?” The engine clutch engaged with a click and the generator finally came to life. “I didn’t. I uh, I took a sick day when it happened.” The lights turned on for a brief moment and then shut down again as a circuit breaker popped. “That’s okay. We can’t spare the power for the lights. We’ll need it someplace else. You’ll see.” Moroz said. Whatever happened here, whatever killed all the people down here and god knows how it was all connected with the Chernobyl disaster, he wasn’t here. He took a sick day. He took a fucking sick day. “Come on kid, let’s go.” We were at the lab security checkpoint that me and Alex closed earlier during our escape. “Remember, stay as quiet as you can now,” Moroz told me and we slowly opened the blast door. To our surprise, light blinded us immediately, something shining right at us. I took a step back while my eyes adjusted to the light and then I finally saw the source of the light. Alexei’s flashlight. I went to pick it up, but Moroz quickly stopped me with his arm and pointed into the blackness of the corridor in front of us. For a moment we stood there, silent, and then I though I heard something in the distance. Moroz immediately turned off his headlamp and gestured to me to do the same while he went to crouch in the corner. I followed and turned off my light too, but we were still lit up. Alex’s light was still on, illuminating the room. Moroz quietly cursed, quickly went to grab the flashlight and then it was dark. Completely pitch black dark. People say that when you’re under stress, and you lose one of your senses, the other ones heighten to compensate. It’s true. Or maybe it was just getting closer. It doesn’t matter. I heard something drop to the ground with a muffled splat. Then a few irregular footsteps. Not like footsteps of someone walking with a pair of shoes. It was like someone walking barefoot. Flesh on concrete. And they were getting closer. I instinctively grabbed the gun Moroz gave me, hoping I wouldn’t need to use it. It was now so close that I could hear a slow, raspy breathing. I think I even felt a cold breeze on my face. Inhale, and exhale. In and out. I don’t want to think about how close it was. Then something slammed into a wall down the way we came from, with a crash and the sound of glass and plastic breaking. Whatever thing was there with us turned and quickly followed it. I thought that it’s gone and I’m safe. Out of nowhere, suddenly a hand brushed against me. I almost jumped and screamed but the hand quickly moved and grabbed my mouth, preventing me from making a sound. Another hand grabbed my gun. “It’s me. Follow me. Slowly,” a voice whispered into my ear. We entered a room on the side and I heard a door close silently. We waited for a while and then we turned our lights back on. “Fuck. Don’t ever do that again.” I told him. But he wasn’t listening. He was looking at droplets of a thick, black fluid on the floor at the other side of the room. “What… what is that? I asked. “Blood. At least it was, once.” Moroz answered and followed the trail. We traced it across a few rooms until we stopped in a large chemical lab. There was something on the ground, in a puddle of the black liquid. It was Alex’s knife. There was some red liquid too. I could tell what it was without a doubt. Fresh blood. A trail of a few droplets went in the opposite direction than the black liquid. “Look! He must have gotten away.” I whispered. “I doubt that. If we want to find him, we have to go to level -4.” He just glanced at the knife and then acted like he didn’t see anything. “Look! This is his knife. They must have fought here, and he went that way,” I pointed in the direction where the blood trail went, “He must be hurt.” “That’s one more reason for us to not waste time. Let’s go.” He stepped off back into the central corridor. I wanted to stay and search for Alex, but the tether that connected us wouldn’t allow that, so I obliged and followed. Initially. “Moroz, please tell me what is going on. How do you know he’s not here?” “Because I know! Just shut up! We don’t have time to argue. “ We weren’t whispering anymore. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you are so sure.” I insisted. “Because he’s dead!” “What? But you said…” “Come on, let’s go! This is not a place where we want to stay! We have to get down to level -4.” Moroz cut me off. No. I trusted him at first, because he was the only one who could help me and help Alex. That was the only thing I focused my mind on – saving Alex. Only now I was realizing what I had gotten into, how blind and how stupid I was. He wasn’t just an assistant as he claimed and we weren’t here to save Alex. I started unbuckling my end of the tether. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He asked, raising his voice. “I’m going out. Give me the key to the padlock.” I demanded. “No. I can’t do that.” He said, with agitation in his voice. I had no choice. I raised my gun at him. “Give me the key.” I demanded again. “You really think I would give you a working gun? You’re not going anywhere.” He said and pointed his shotgun at me. I pulled the trigger, but there was only a click. Fuck. “Why are we here?! Why didn’t you call your friends, your superiors or whatever to take care of this but you have to hold me at gunpoint? “Let’s say we don’t share the same goals anymore. But have no doubt, they are coming here, but not with guns. With concrete. They are going to seal this place up for good. And we have to be quick if we want to be out by the time that happens.” “Why can’t you just please let me leave now?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Because it’s a two-man job,” he said and looked me in the eyes. “There are things much more important than you, me, or your friend.” I couldn’t deny that. Maybe he was right, but I couldn’t do this. And I didn’t understand anything. “Who are you?!” I asked him, returning his gaze. But then I looked away. Something caught my attention. Movement behind Moroz. It was … it was a creature, crawling across the ceiling towards us. Its body vaguely looked like a human, but its skin was pale, and stretched tight over its thin bones. Its veins were visible through the skin, filled with the same black fluid we found earlier. It had no hair and only holes where its nose and ears used to be. Its eyes were bloodshot locked in a blank stare. We escaped it before, but our argument brought it back. It was too late to run now. Moroz noticed my stare, but he wasn’t fast enough. The creature lunged at him, at the same time he turned around and fired a shot, but missed and the thing knocked him to the ground. That shot was deafening in such a tight space. I heard only ringing in my ears, my eyes were slightly blinded by the muzzle flash. In the confusion, I turned to run, but I forgot that I was still tethered to Moroz. After the line was completely reeled out, it jammed, stopping me right in my track and sending me falling to the ground. I looked back and saw that the creature was now looking at me. Moroz was lying there on the ground. I must have pulled it off him by yanking on the tether and now it would come to make sure it won’t happen again. I finally managed to disconnect the tether and threw the useless pistol at the creature, hitting its head. It briefly stumbled and I ran to the only place that quickly came to my mind. I barricaded myself in a storage room adjacent to the large chem lab, blocked the door with a shelf. The creature spent a minute trying to get in, but then gave up and left, presumably to finish off Moroz. And I stayed there, just sitting in the corner, too scared to do anything. I don’t know how much time had passed, but it was starting to get hard to breathe. For a time, I thought I would just stay there, and end it all, peacefully, instead of a violent death that was likely waiting for me at the other side of the door. But then, I heard a voice call my name. Alex’s voice. “Alex! Is that you?” I called back. “Oh, thank god! I thought I would die here. You came back!" he answered. I went to open the door, but then changed my mind. “How did you find me?” I asked. “I was hiding too, but then I heard gunshots, and I came here to look. Dimitri, please come out, we have to get out of here.” I sat down again. Maybe it was really him. But what if it wasn’t? I didn’t want to find out. “No! He said you were dead! I saw blood too. No it isn’t you! It can’t be!” “What? I don’t … what are you talking about Dimitri? One of those things got me pretty good, but I’m alive. Dimitri, just please come out and let’s get out of here!” he pleaded. I have decided. I wouldn’t open the door. But then I changed my mind once again, after what he said. “Dimitri, do you remember the cherry tree? I knew you would come back.” We used to play at this huge cherry tree when we were kids. We used to climb it all the time but one day, I had this idea to make a bet. Whoever gets the highest, wins. I got almost to the top, but then I realized how bad an idea this was. The branches under me were too thin, and I knew they could break under my weight anytime. But Alex didn’t want to lose. He tried to climb even higher than me. And then the twig he was standing on broke and he fell. Luckily, he landed in a pile of fallen leaves and only broke his leg. He could have killed himself if he fell on solid ground. And it was my fault. I almost got him killed, because of a stupid bet. We decided not to tell anyone how it happened, because we were both afraid of getting into trouble. But I felt guilty for it for the rest of my life. There was no way how he could know about the cherry tree if it wasn’t him. I opened the door and there he was. He looked terrible, bruises and scrapes all over. And he had a blood-stained torn piece of shirt wrapped around his left hand. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I’ve been better. Let’s just get out of here,” he replied. “That’s not going to be that easy,” I said. I told him what happened until now and that the door was locked. Only Moroz had the key and he was either dead or gone. “There were some tools and supplies up there right? Maybe we can find something to cut the chain,” Alex said, and we decided to try it. It was better than searching for Moroz’s key after all. We found his shotgun, stained with blood, both his and the creature’s and immediately felt safer. We also picked up our packs that we dropped earlier. Luckily, all of our gear was still there. We carefully walked back to the main hall, but I felt that something was watching us all along. We saw some few old saws and files next to the main door. We grabbed all we could, but we weren’t alone. The inhabitants finally decided to make their move. One of the thin creatures crawled out of the stairwell. I aimed, and fired. It fell down from the ceiling, twitching like a dying insect. But it didn’t matter, because it wasn’t alone. Another one crawled out. Then another. And another. We ran to the air pump room and blocked the door by jamming a large saw between the handles. We worked quick, because we knew that it was only a matter of time until they got through. Or come through the vents. Alex couldn’t operate the shotgun with his hurt hand, so he offered to do the cutting while I stood guard, ready to kill anything that would come out of the vents. It was working, but it was too slow. Way too slow. Alex barely got through a few millimeters when I thought that the door would break already. They were pounding on it, slamming into it and I saw it rattle in its hinges. I thought that they would get through any moment now, … and then they stopped. I heard them run away. I coughed when a sharp odor hit my nose. “Fuck, what is that?” Alex asked. “Ozone,” I answered.

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  这个有点意思！

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  PDA 组长 楼主 2020-12-17 12:31:19

  03 https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/c9htf3/the_chernobyl_disaster_was_a_coverup_of_something/ “Oh no, no, NO!” I said anxiously. I immediately realized that the odor was very similar to what we noticed when we entered the bunker for the first time. Only much, much stronger. My Geiger counter started clicking too. “What’s going on? Asked Alex. “That guy, Moroz, he told me about this. He told me to run.” I said. Just as he finished, the door shook in an enormous slam, sending dust flying in the air and slightly bending ouwards. There was nowhere to run. We had a heavy steel door on one side, and god-knows what on the other. I had no idea how we could survive. Luckily, Alex had. “Do you still have the rope?” he asked. Without hesitation, we tied it around one of the pumps. It wasn’t easy at first, working with the rope with my hands shaking violently. But then another loud slam echoed through the room. One of the bolts that held the door was launched across the room. I felt a wave of cold run down my spine, and suddenly, I had just this one purpose. To tie the knot. Everything else just shut down in my head. I was done and we dropped it down the broken vent that Alex got dragged into before. We stepped inside and started sliding down the rope. I then heard another slam and then what I think was the door, hitting the ground. It was through. I slid faster, but the rope was starting to burn my hand. I lost the grip and fell down a few meters, landing on top of another vent. It broke, and I fell through inside another corridor. Alex then landed on top of me. It took us a few moments to get back to our feet. I looked around and saw an orange door titled “Decontamination”. We were on level 3. There was no handle, only a button on the wall next to it. I pressed it and the door opened after a few seconds. We entered a small room with a control panel. Using it, I closed the door behind us. Several jets then blasted us with air, a green light popped up and then, another door in front of us opened, inviting us deeper into the facility. I noticed that the control panel was stained with a smudge of fresh blood. Was Moroz still alive and went through here? We couldn’t go back. Our only option was to see how deep the rabbit hole goes. It was supposed to be a cleanroom but the place was wrecked even more than the upper levels. After some walking and searching, we found a room that looked like a makeshift infirmary. A few dozens of beds separated with plastic curtains, some medical equipment. Some beds still had information clipboards attached. Patient 2 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient in coma Observation only Do not interfere Deceased, 07:28 - unknown Patient 6 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient in coma Observation only Do not interfere Deceased, 07:52 – unknown Patient 19 QUARANTINE On-site operative assistant, first contact with Survey team C Massive blunt force trauma – chest (suspected internal damage)Cranial concussionSuspected damage to cervical spineDislocated L shoulderFracture – L humerusMultiple lacerations – chest Deceased, 04:04 – internal hemorrhage Patient 7 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient is psychotic and unresponsive Mild to moderate frostbite Observation only Do not interfere TERMINATION ORDER Signed: A. Moroz There were some body bags on the other side of the room. Empty. We searched the area and eventually ended up in the lower levels of the facility. There was this rotten smell all around. We entered a room, and, well… there was this substance everywhere. On the walls, floor, ceiling, everywhere. It was like flesh, with tendrils or veins running across it, like from a Dead Space game. Then we found bodies attached to it. Dozens. Shriveled up like dead insects in a spider web. “I think we should go back.” Alex said, anxiously. We turned around and went back but then I heard some debris shift in the distance in the corridor we came from. Soon enough, one of these things crawled into the light emitted by my flashlight. It stood there for a while, staring at us with its blank eyes. And then it leaped forward. Then it fell to the ground, dead, and an empty shotgun shell did too soon after. I heard more of them making their way towards us in the distance, so we ran deeper into the facility. I shot a few more on the way, but then ran out of ammo. We eventually found a long, dark tunnel flooded with water. The things were almost on us. I could see them crawl along the walls behinds us. We entered the tunnel. The water slowed us down considerably, and I awaited the worst, but then I noticed that we weren’t followed. They wouldn’t go inside the tunnel. We walked for I don’t know, an hour? Two? The water was ice cold, luckily it was only about knee-deep so it wasn’t too terrible. I already said that Alex didn’t look well since I found him, but as we walked through, he seemed to be getting worse. He complained that his head hurt and he felt dizzy. His skin got pale and he looked very weak. After some time, I had to support him and later, he completely collapsed and fell unconscious. We couldn’t go back, so my only option was to find a way to drag him through the water. It went like this for some time but then I heard something far away in the direction we came from. A splash. I turned and shined my light into the black tunnel. Nothing. I went to continue walking, but then I heard it again. “Hello?” I called, hoping to hear an answer. Maybe Moroz was here? Or did the creatures follow us after all? Nothing. I quickened my pace, but it wasn’t easy dragging another person and moving through knee-deep water. The sounds continued. They weren’t getting closer or farther, they were just there. Then I reached the end. The tunnel was closed off with another massive steel door and no visible way to open it. It was a dead end. I stopped moving and listened. Those sounds, it wasn’t just a splash. It was more like … as if someone or something was wading through the water. I panicked and started banging on the door, calling for help. I had nowhere to go. The sounds were now getting closer. I saw waves in the water. It was now very close. I slowly turned again, and looked into the tunnel. I saw nothing and heard nothing. Just silence and darkness. And then the familiar scent hit my nose. Ozone. Then I heard metal shift behind me, and the door opened. “Dimitri?” A familiar voice called. Moroz. “What – who is…? Oh no, you brought it here!” He pulled me and Alex through the door and then shut it again as fast as he could. “That’s your friend? How…? What happened to him?” He asked as he looked at still-unconscious Alex. “I don’t know. Are you okay?” I asked back. He had a large gash across his face and his right eye. “Well no thanks to you.” He responded. He noticed the makeshift bandage on Alex’s arm and unwrapped it. What he had on his arm wasn’t just a regular wound. It was a bite mark. “That.” Moroz said and pointed at it. “Stand back.” He stood up and drawn his pistol. “NO, wait! At least tell me what’s going on!” “He’s going to be dead in a few minutes. This will make it easier. For him too, but mostly for us.” “What? Please! Is there really nothing else we can do?” I pleaded. He looked at me, looked at Alex and then stood there, thinking for a moment. I was immediately relieved when he holstered his gun again. “Okay. This might help him.” He said, and dug up a case with a syringe from his backpack. It looked used recently and was only about half full with a clear liquid. He injected Alex with the rest of it. “It won’t matter anyway.” He said. “What do you mean?” “Follow me. Take him too if you want, I’m not carrying him.” “I guess you’ve probably already figured out that this all had something to do with the disaster 30 years ago.” He explained as we moved through the facility. “The first machine we used for the teleportation experiments, it wasn’t powerful or reliable enough. We figured out that this whole thing wasn’t as simple as it seemed. We weren’t just teleporting one thing to a different place, we were transferring them between multiple parallel realities. But it was limited, we could only ‘exchange’ two objects with equal mass between two identical places in 2 different realities. So, they built a new machine here, and used a nuclear reactor to power it, hoping that we could possible move anything to any place between 2 given realities. “ “We started exploring whole new universes, saw worlds where the Germans won World War 2, worlds where we all destroyed each other, even worlds where life never evolved on Earth. But then, someone had this idea. If there are these parallel universes, what is between them? There was only one way to know. And that’s when it went wrong, as I said. We should have been happy with what we had. But we always want more, right?" “We tried to access this ‘conduit reality’ as they called it. But when they activated the machine, it stayed open. Something happened, and a ‘portal’ was created, independent from our machine. It was sustaining itself.” “So, we sent a survey team in there. They came back after a few minutes, reporting all sorts of strange things. About how a strange feeling filled that place, how space and time themselves felt odd, even how some of them claimed to have seen themselves at different places at once. They wouldn’t go back, even if threatened with all sorts of penalties.” “We sent a second survey team later. This one didn’t come back at all. So we send a third team to find them. They came back, but something wasn’t right with them when they returned. Their minds were like … erased.” I pictured the blank stares of the creatures we fought on the way. “Shortly after they returned, a massive burst of energy flowed out from the portal straight up, into the reactor. But that wasn’t all.” “And you know all this because you took a sick day, right? I asked. “I was at a different place in the facility when it happened. I’ll never forget when they came to me, saying, that something came through, into our world. “What was it?” I asked. “I don’t know. Nobody knows. It wasn’t unlike anything we’ve ever seen. And it killed almost everyone here. Not just killed, it did stuff to people. You’ve seen.” “We’re here.” We entered a control room, filled with computers and various controls and displays. Moroz closed another blast door and sealed us inside the control. “We need to close the portal. We have tried it before, but these things wouldn’t let us.” “So where are they now?” “As soon as I heard that you went inside the facility and came back, I knew something was off. This place used to be full of them. At least one is still here – the smell of ozone. But a few years ago, anyone who went in wouldn’t get alive past Level -1. But we’ve got this far, and I don’t know why. That’s what scares me. Something isn’t right.” “I know that I am asking for a lot, but we need to go inside the portal and use this.” He emptied his backpack and took out a crude-looking contraption with all sorts of wires, coils and other bits hanging from it. “We need to place one end in the other reality and then return with the second end into ours. If it works, it might cause the portal to collapse.” “And how do you know that the same thing that happened to the third team won’t happen to us too?” I asked. “That’s the thing, I don’t. But I’ll tell you this – you know how they built that concrete shield over the ‘reactor’? They weren’t trying to seal the reactor. They were trying to seal this place, to prevent whatever came into our world from getting out. And a few years ago, the thing we feared most happened – the shield started cracking. They were trying to get out. So, they built a new containment building recently, as you know. But for how long will this go on? Sooner or later, something will fail and they will get out. This might be our only chance to end this for good.” How the hell did I get into this? I thought. I was just a random guy at the wrong place in the wrong time, but Moroz was talking as if the fate of our world depended on me. But maybe he was right. Whatever set of coincidences has brought us here– brought me here, maybe me and Moroz were the only people who could do what needed to be done. “Alright, let’s do it.” I said. We put on a pair of what looked like modified space suits, left everything other than the device in the control room and entered the machine. We were in a dome-shaped chamber full with complicated machinery. In the center, there was a sphere of white light. Above it, a black, hollow shaft going straight up with cracks and debris around the opening. We tethered ourselves to a steel rail and Moroz walked forward, into the sphere and vanished. After some hesitation, I did the same. I found myself in a place that I can’t describe. There was no up or down, and I could ‘walk’ in any direction. It looked empty, yet I could see countless infinitely large shapes with billions of tiny shiny dots on the surface. “Here.” A voice called. I looked for Moroz but I couldn’t find him. “Where are you?” I called. “Come,” he said and grabbed me by the arm, seemingly out of nowhere. I noticed hundreds or thousands of other white spheres in the distance around us. “Are those…?” “Yes. Portals from other parallel realities.” “Are we going to close them all?” “No, just ours. The others are not our problem. They will have to find their own way to handle it.” We walked towards one distinct shape, as with everything here I struggle to describe it. It was like a fractal, the same shape repeating over and over and over again. “I think this is it.” Moroz said, and started doing something with the device. It beeped several times and then started making a high-pitched hum. “Oh no, no, this isn’t good,” he continued. “What’s going on?” “Listen, I need you to take the other end and return. Once you’re back, pull this switch and keep this button pressed until it activates. I have to stay here.” I picked up my end of the machine and watched as a wire started unreeling between the two. “What about the key to the door out?” I asked. “There is no key.” “WHAT? But you said… that wasn’t the plan! “This was always the plan. I couldn’t risk…” he didn’t finish. I saw something in the corner of my eye. Movement. “Shit! Don’t look at it! Go NOW! RUN!” Moroz said. And I listened. I ran back, followed the line back into our portal, with my eyes almost closed. I went through, placed the device on the ground, flipped the switch and the device started producing a similar high-pitched noise. I pushed the button. For a second or two, nothing happened, and then, suddenly the device (or the portal?) let out an ear-piercing whine, an intense flash and a wave of heat. And then, it was gone. Severed wires and tether line laid there on the ground, where the portal used to be. In the meantime, Alex woke up. He looked much better, and I told him what happened while he was out. We didn’t know what to do now. We thought about going back, and trying to cut the chain on the door outside again, but after what happened last time, we doubted that it could work. We probably wouldn’t even get there alive at all. But then, Alex had this idea: “What if we can use the machine to teleport out of here?” It took us several hours to figure out how the controls worked. It was heavily damaged and the reactor was obviously out of question but the generators above supplied enough power for a simple ‘translocation’ as they described it. All we needed to do, is input a target vector. And then, the familiar clicking and smell of ozone came. A powerful slam shook the whole room and left a large dent in the steel door that connected the control room with the rest of the facility. “Fuck, not again!” I yelled. “I think I got it! They have some vectors written down here. We just need to add some height and we’ll get above ground,” Alex explained. “Make it fast!” I said as the door shook in another slam. He did something and the controls lit up with alarms sounding. We ran to the core chamber and closed it behind us, just as we heard the control room door give way. We stood in the center and waited. Sparks and smoke filled the room as the machine did its thing. Please work. I heard another slam and the door to the chamber broke off the wall and fell to the ground. I looked over and then, the time froze. I didn’t feel fear, I felt at peace. I felt as if I was just a step away from understanding everything. I wanted to stay here, forever. A flash suddenly blinded me, and then I bumped mu head into something. I opened my eyes and breathed in fresh air. We were laying upside down in a crater-like hole in the ground in a forest. We were out. We found our car after a few minutes. We saw several military helicopters fly in the opposite direction as we driven home. Alex checked in a hospital with a made-up story of an animal attack. He was okay in the end. We didn’t talk about it again. It was over and I though that our world was safe from whatever stayed at the other side of the portal. But when I finally returned home that day, I noticed that something wasn’t right. The old cherry tree that we used to play at when we were kinds – it wasn’t there. There was an apple tree instead. “…We’ve managed to transport an apple today. However, I couldn’t help but notice that the pattern of red and green skin on top was slightly different…” “…we were transferring them between multiple parallel realities…” “…Portals from other parallel realities. Are we going to close them all? No, just ours. The others are not our problem. They will have to find their own way to handle it…” I think I’m not in the reality that I lived in before. I think that when we teleported out, we ended up in a different one. I can’t stop thinking about that the portal in this one might still be open. I think we aren't safe.

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  豆友184828830 2020-12-18 09:38:39

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  小林多糖 2020-12-18 21:27:31

  科幻恐怖，太强了。

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  PDA 组长 楼主 2020-12-19 11:15:12

  好像没了，作者没有再更新过。

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  _______ 2020-12-21 15:18:13

  我看到主角和他朋友闻到臭氧那块了，感觉好长，有人能给我剧透一下结局吗😢

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  Marionette 2021-01-29 19:22:17

  这个没有翻译嘛😭好想看啊，有没有大神……

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  傲慢的上尉 (我的征途是星辰大海) 2021-02-01 23:19:57

  瑟瑟发抖...感觉最后主角还可以再去一遍...然后可能就无限循环了哈哈哈哈哈

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  近未來 2021-02-02 05:08:18

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  igu（早睡版 2021-02-03 14:42:07

  请问我可以翻译吗

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