My three roommates are not human

Where is this my diary, this is clearly...

Disaster record book.

The diary is full of suffocating words, without blank lines, all crowded together, like the screams of a desperate person.If it is handwritten, I believe that all the words have been crookedly squeezed into a ball.The power of words is powerful, even the standard black font displayed on the mobile phone is enough to make me feel the emotion on the other side.

The desperation that hits the face.

There are hundreds of entries, no, I keep scrolling down, this diary seems to have no end, there are thousands of entries!Except for the first few entries, the remaining diaries almost all end with "!", and the screams from inside are almost endless.

When I looked through the previous records, I was able to analyze them calmly, and even felt that the essence of this diary was the same as the text messages I received in the dormitory.

But when I got to the back, I couldn't help it, so I stopped and took a deep breath.

There is no other reason, this tone, this tone... I am too familiar with it.

I can literally imagine myself stressing the above sentence, my screaming, my crying.

Although I have no memory, but... this diary is definitely written by myself.

No one can imitate a diary that is so in sync with my soul.

These sentences should be read by me!

But why, why do I have no memory of these diaries at all? !

I calmed down and began to read these diaries carefully. It took about an hour to read all of these diaries.

I broke out in a cold sweat while reading it. These diaries are like a...documentary documentary that records my abnormal life in a parallel dimension.

Behavior, movement, logic are all mine, what happened is irrational, but I don't have a shred of memory about these things.

If these strange things really happened to me, then I shouldn't have no memory at all!

At first, the diary was quite brisk, just searching the house with doubts about Deng Qi.

There is fresh food in the fridge in the kitchen, electricity throughout the house, the kitchen smells like a fire, and three rooms upstairs, one for Dunzie and another... exactly like my own room at home.

According to the records in the diary, even before "I" entered the dormitory world, what was left on the bedside, the half-drinked banana milk, the unpacked schoolbag, and half-read magazines were all there.

Untouched, undamaged, it doesn't look like a copy, because even the magazine happens to be the issue I left on the day I left, on the last page I saw.

It was as if time had stopped in this room.

That room was amazing, "I" entered in the dark, but it seemed to enter the day immediately.The window reveals the warm golden sunlight of the day, and when you get closer, you can clearly hear the laughter of children passing by outside the window, and smell the scent of tulips I planted in my garden.

...It's almost like returning to the normal world.

The "I" in the diary thought that he had discovered life, and knocked on the window hard, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't open that fragile glass window, even if he lifted a hard object. "I" also tried to call for help to passers-by, but got no response at all.

Even sometimes, "I" can see the silhouettes of those people passing by my window, see the bulging schoolbags carried by children, and see them doing various activities that normal humans would do. "I" heard them talking about breakfast today, the homework due later, the annoying dog next door, all kinds of things I haven't heard in a hundred days.

But they couldn't hear me.

It seems to be trapped on an isolated island with no signal. Although all kinds of human voices are close at hand, it is impossible to communicate with them.

When that "I" stepped out of this room again, the boundless darkness swallowed "I" again, and everything returned to calm, as if everything just now was just an illusion of "I".

The next entry in this diary is "I'm going to ask Deng Qi to understand, there is no such thing as a high-temperature hell, and there is no end of the world. Aren't the people outside the window all right?!"

I can feel the sadness and despair of that "I". If he hadn't touched this window, maybe he wouldn't be so impulsive, but once he sees the light, how can a person maintain his rationality and still persuade himself to stay in the dark Woolen cloth?

What's more, it was the normal world that I missed for a whole hundred days.

For me now, holding a diary in my hand, I just saw this passage, but I didn't really see that scene, I can still maintain my sanity.In fact, the weirdest thing about this scene is not the light and normal humans outside the window, but... the room that completely reproduced the scene I left that day.

The day I left the room was the end of a holiday, when the kids started school and the adults started working, so there was a steady stream of people passing by the window.

All of this matched what was written in the diary.

If there is no mistake, then, that room... seems to have my last day in this world engraved in it.

My heart trembled, the word "last" is really quite unlucky, I quickly recalled the last scene I saw that day, and carefully thought about whether I might have died without knowing it, but the answer was no.

I just fainted, I am definitely not dead, it is very simple to make people faint, as long as a Lianjiazi slashes on my neck, it will not let me die all at once .

...However, how can I be sure that after I passed out, no one came to kill me?

Only then did I realize the seriousness of this matter. I always thought that I was a living person, but I just fell into the world of monsters by mistake, so I kept thinking of ways to escape from this world and return to normal human beings world.

But what if I am also a monster?

The definition of a monster is broad. Of course, those with terrifying appearances are of course, and so are those with distorted three-dimensional views. Then, something like me, caught in an unknown space, and I don’t know whether it is dead or alive, why can’t it be a monster? !

Do humans experience these strange things?Will human beings see the diary they wrote and have no memory?Will human beings call desperately and get no reply from their companions?

……How to do?

I stood in the room, holding a cold mobile phone, and my heart felt like it was falling into hell.

I feel like I'm really not human.