My three roommates are not human

In any case, I have decided that I will not stay here again.Now that I know the truth is behind the door, no matter how painful the price is, I will not back down.

It's like the world of Truman. If I were Truman, then I would definitely choose to escape from this false world—not to mention that my situation is much worse than Truman's.

Why?I froze.Truman?I have seen this movie?

Why is everything so clear and I can't remember when I watched it?Is this another setting that someone forced on me—I have seen the movie "The Truman Show"?

No, this memory is not flat.I shook my head, denying my thoughts.It's so vivid, I have the film in my head, very specific, it doesn't feel like it's forced.

I felt a burst of joy, if, if I had this concrete memory of a hundred days ago, then... so!

Then it means that I am very likely to be a real person!

I decided, I want to go out, I definitely want to go out, even if I will become an unconscious doll after going out, I will give it a go.

A false life is meaningless, even if the ending is more cruel than death, I still want to be true.

Then I didn't leave immediately because——

Because I was thinking about whether to bring my roommate abc.

This confuses me, knowing that I shouldn't have strange feelings knowing they have a distaste for me.

But in fact, even though I always knew they hated me, I never hated them the other way around.In these one hundred days, there was none.

And when I think about it carefully, their feelings for me don't seem to be really annoying.Does anyone sleep with someone they hate?Too strange.

I recall that memory:

I walked to the door of the toilet and suddenly heard a sound coming from inside.

"Why doesn't he die!" This is the voice of a.

I felt cold, after all, I was the only one not in the toilet.

"He will die sooner or later, the three of us will work together." B's voice floated out.

"Yes, don't worry, it will happen sooner or later." C's voice was like the last straw, overwhelming me.

Looking back now, when did this memory happen?Not sure, but one thing is certain - it is not within the hundred days.

So even if it's fragmented, I just remember that I heard the words, but I don't remember my reaction and what happened afterwards.

If this is also an instilled memory, then what exactly is it instilling in me? !

If this is a real memory, then why, and when, did I have a feud with them?

But whether it's true or not, I can be sure that I don't have an innate hatred for them.

It can even be said to be very favorable.

It's just that this favorability has been suppressed by the setting of "they hate me".Because I know they hate me, I dare not approach them.

I have to take them out.

I know that this kind of thinking may be selfish. Some people like to break the truth, but there are always people who like to be intoxicated in a beautiful environment.

But I don't know why, I always feel that they should be people similar to me, who like to break the truth and break through the fog.

That's strange, not to mention how I feel that a person full of false memories in my head has a real personality, why do I think I know abc very well?

Still, in a world full of falsehoods, intuition may be the most reliable thing.

I spent the night, sitting on their motionless bodies, making the final decision—I was going to take them with me.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed. I was shocked, thinking that I had been "backed up" again, until B appeared in front of me and asked me with a smile why I didn't pay attention to my sleeping position. I got out of bed last night. Fall off and sleep in the middle of the dormitory.

It was B who hugged me back.

Looking at his smiling face, I became more determined in my mind.

"Would you like to come with me?" I asked directly.

"Go?" He looked very surprised. "What do you mean? Where? To the toilet?"

...and even made a joke about it.

"No," I said with a serious expression, intending to tell him my attitude, "get out of here, out of this door."

"Are you crazy?!" A came out of nowhere, his big eyes widened, "Don't you know what's going on outside?! Do you want to die!"

C also walked over slowly, agreeing with A's statement for the first time: "I understand your outburst after being imprisoned for too long, but it is very irrational to do so."

"Calm down," C looked at me sincerely, "don't hurt yourself because of impulsiveness, okay?"

While he was talking, the remaining two people ran to the door and quietly blocked the door. It seemed that they were really afraid that I would suddenly run out by myself.

At this point, I can be absolutely sure that none of the three of them "awakened" like me.

Their worldviews fit perfectly with this world.

B and C are tightly attached to the door, intending to keep me away from this dangerous line of defense. C held my hand, reasoned with me patiently, and let me calm down and think carefully.

It's a lie to say that I'm not moved, even if what's in their minds is wrong, but it's true that they want to protect my heart.

For a moment, a thought flashed through my mind-it would be nice to live here with them for the rest of my life, but it was quickly thrown out of my mind.

I want a truth, there is no truth here.

"Listen," I rolled out of bed and sincerely took all three of their hands and covered them together, "I'm really sober now."

"Who knows how long this fog will last? Will it last for 100 days, or a year, two years, ten years, 100 years? Until we die?"

"Life in one place is meaningless. If I really want to spend my whole life here safely, then I would rather die right outside the door."

"I'm not impulsive. I've been thinking about it for 100 days, and I think about it every day."

"The remaining question is, are you willing to go with me?"

They were silent for a while, and the first thing they responded to me was b.

He raised a big smile and looked very sunny: "Then I must follow you, otherwise who will protect you?"

I noticed that his hands were trembling slightly. He was not without fear.

A also followed quickly: "I'm going too! Who's afraid! Am I going to be more timid than you?" After speaking, he made a face.

His big eyes were red, showing a trace of timidity.

Finally, it was c. He thought about it for a long time, and finally raised his head.

I held my breath and heard him chuckle and say to me: "Well, this may be the last and most irrational decision in my life."

He looked at me deeply: "I will go with you too."

The four of us stood at the door. I held the doorknob, took a deep breath, and pressed it slowly.

What is waiting for us outside the door?