My three roommates are not human

The other side didn't make a sound, maybe, in the past years, he also thought about the so-called solutions, and the me before him also thought about the solutions, but just like the example he gave, the thrust of fate will make these solutions They were all crushed to ashes.

But I really feel that my approach is correct, including now, I can feel that my soul is extraordinarily spiritual.

I've never been so lucid.

"According to what you said, my existence is made up of one story after another, isn't it?"

No one answered me, and the abc behind him seemed very dissatisfied with his attitude, but it didn't help.

It is really as he said, abc is my abc, not his abc.

Of course, I don't want to lose mine either, so I have to act.

"Story within story, I create me, and in it, all of me are driven by something we call destiny, so that we can't stop the gears that go forward."

"In the past, I can see the story of the present me, and the present me, in the future, can also see the story of the future me; in the movie, I can see the stories of the three of ABC and the others."

"Everyone is in the story, and when everyone thinks the story is false, everyone is false; when everyone thinks the story is true, everyone is true."

"But why don't we dare to think upwards? Is it fear? Is it fear? Is it because we dare not admit it?"

I'm actually quite scared, but at this moment, I still have to say it.

I swallowed: "What if, all of us are in the hands of a bigger person?"

I confronted that me: "I'm in your story, you're in my last story, and what if, all of us, were in one big story?"

"He also has his own system. When he writes it, some people read it, and the story continues from there."

"Of course, I don't think that's the ending. Perhaps, the author, those readers, are also part of other people's stories."

"However, it is still crucial to have a dialogue with them. As long as they change the story a little bit, we will not be in such a painful cycle anymore."

I finally made some noise on the opposite side, and he said to me helplessly: "You think, I haven't thought about it?"

"Or, do you think, we haven't thought about it?"

I blinked.

"More than one 'I' has tried, and we've all tried to speak to those real readers who may be hanging over our heads, and never get a response."

"Don't forget that the number of reincarnations we have experienced is infinite, and every 'I' is exactly the same as you."

"How is it possible for your thinking to transcend them?"

Still standing there, I blinked.

"No," I said firmly, "I guess, after failing a few times, I didn't try again?"

After a long silence, there was affirmative applause in the air.

"But you didn't expect that I forgot all about this-readers are mobile."

"The first batch of readers and the hundredth batch of readers are definitely not the same group of people."

"The creator has finished creating this story. This kind of infinite reincarnation plot cannot be described forever, and the story can only be completed with blank space."

"And the content in the blank space is the reader's self-expression."

"The author no longer has the power to define the story, and then, what our reincarnation looks like, and whether it has an end... are all in the hands of the readers."

"Readers imagine what our ending will be like, then what our ending will be like. Our so-called destiny is probably the power condensed from their imagination."

"Now they have a deep-rooted belief that it is impossible for us to escape this reincarnation. In their imagination, the author's blank space means the infinite reincarnation of all members."

"But what if they were willing to change their imagination?"

"The first batch of readers are not willing to understand this way, so we will ask the second batch, and if the second batch is not happy, we will ask the third batch... Keep asking, there will always be one that I can get rid of."

The other side fell into a long silence, the long life and the ravages of life finally made him a slave of fate, and now, I am holding a key to Schrödinger's chain of fate, just to see if he wants to try to grasp it. The key is taken out.

"...Give it a try." He finally spoke, and his words were finally stained with the vitality I haven't heard for a long time, "Give it a try! Try it!"

"Even if readers want to tear us apart, it's better than what we are now!"

His humanity was finally inspired by me.

I took a deep breath and finally spoke.

I turned my head and looked at you.

"I know you're here, I know you're looking at me, maybe you don't exist, it's just my imagination, but it doesn't affect me sending my signal to you."

"I tried to communicate with you twice. The first time was in the dormitory world, and the signal was quickly cut off by my own negation; the second time was in the villa world, and it was quickly cut off by the 'I'."

"Maybe you once thought about helping me, but you have no way."

"And now that no one is blocking me, I can finally speak to you."

"If you really exist, help me, okay? I don't want to continue this boring cycle. I just want to be a 'human', a free person who walks independently on the earth."

Suddenly the "I" laughed from the opposite side, and he said with a smile: "You really look like a lunatic talking into the air."

"He's right," I raised my eyebrows, and continued, "But sometimes, you might as well try talking to the air? Maybe, you can also find your essence, your upper-level story, Break free from a destiny you don't even know."

"The frustration you feel at this moment, the depression at this moment, the pain at this moment, maybe, are all the fate given to you by the guy hanging above you. And what you have to do is to talk to him and get rid of your Bad luck. Trust me, you can make it too."

"But for now, please help me, help me imagine my ending, help me put an end to this story that has been tiring me. I hope this story ends soon, and after drawing the end, I can Flee from all shackles of fate."

Abc and Deng Qi gradually surrounded me, covering my body with one hand, and the temperature gradually increased, making me feel that I am not so stupid anymore.

Surely there will be a response.

The next second, I heard the obvious sound of pages, and then, it was dark.

Xia Ze stood on a high mountain, he was alone, his round cat eyes looked even more terrified under the sunlight.

"Why did I suddenly appear here...?!" He muttered to himself, trying to climb down from the mountain.

But soon, he suddenly stopped his movements.

"Oh... is this... the beautiful ending?" He didn't know that when he felt surprised, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue a little, looking like a lively kitten, "This is, the ending?"

"After this, isn't it..." He suddenly opened his mouth, looking surprised and surprised, "All this, can it be over?!"

From afar, he saw abc and Deng Qi running towards him anxiously in the distance.The four of them were not friendly. When they came running, you hit me and I bumped you.Seeing such a scene, Xia Ze couldn't help but smile a little.

The sunlight sprinkled on his face, along the gaps in the leaves, and fell into the mountains, bit by bit, grain by grain.

He saw endless white clouds and misty fog in the distance, and the voices of four people calling for him came from behind.Endless things always scare him, but at this moment, he is looking forward to it.

After that, what will come up again?

He thought to himself, thank you, this is a really good ending.

... It would be even better if you find that you don't need to retake high math after you go down the mountain.

【End】