My three roommates are not human

Natural light.

The moment I entered, I couldn't help closing my eyes - stimulated by the sudden light.

I closed my eyes, and every time I tried to open them a crack, I would be stimulated by the light to squint back.

But even so, I can still feel that this light is not a cold artificial light, but a very gentle natural light - this is what a natural person's intuition told me.

Although now I look miserable, with my eyes closed and tears streaming from the light, it's only because I've been in the dark for too long and the sudden light irritated my eyes.

It wasn't like someone was shining a bright light into my eyes on purpose.

Realizing that it was natural light, not artificial light, my guard was slightly lowered.If it's artificial light, then there's a good chance someone is waiting in there, waiting to punch me and turn me into the next "me".Natural light is weird in this room, but according to the records in the diary, apart from breaking my heart, it did no real harm.

Of course, in the state of not being able to open your eyes, protective measures are indispensable.So I touched the wall with my hands, slowly moved to a dead corner in the room, and straightened my hands, constantly flapping in front of my body like swimming, so that once something approached me, I could react immediately come over.

After about 5,6 or [-] minutes, my eyes gradually got used to the light, and after several attempts to open a slit, I finally saw the panoramic view of the room.

Just a very normal study.

I felt ashamed for a while, and quietly stretched my hand back-but, anyway, no one saw my shameful behavior, so what the hell.

Even if I dance to God here like a zombie, no one will know!

The room is very large, and it is completely different from the space I imagined on the opposite side when I was outside the room.Logically speaking, next to this room is "my room", but it is many times larger than "my room". Although it can be explained by the fact that the rooms in a house have different sizes, I prefer Believe it, this is another unnatural force at work.

Of course there will be differences in room size, but such a difference is really abnormal.

The room is so big that where I am standing is still some distance away from the furniture in the room.Out of the phototaxis of human instinct, I first walked towards the window, and then realized the difference between this window and the windows in "my room".

According to the diary, outside the window of "my room" is like a silhouette of the normal world, where sounds can be heard and smells can be smelled.But the windows in this room are like a ruthless natural light simulation machine-except for this light, there is nothing outside.

It can even be said that the dead silence outside the window reminds me of... the dead silence of this doomsday world.

I frowned.

Why?Why do two windows in almost the same place have the same light, but have different essences?

What is the meaning of their existence?

There are so many questions in my head, and the confusion keeps piling up like rice. At first, it was a small ball, and now it has grown to fill the whole room.

I raised my eyes and forced myself to continue marching to other directions in the room—the time is limited, when Deng Qi comes out in the daytime here, my search should be over.

In short, if you have any doubts, write them down on your phone first, and leave all doubts to the next "I" to solve.

I figured it out now, it wasn't going to work anyway, and by the next day, I couldn't remember anything.

At this point, I have fully accepted that I am a cannon fodder.

Next to the window, about four or five meters away, there is an office location.A wooden desk, a high-back chair, a large wooden bookcase with glass doors, and nothing else, it looks like a very classic office.

There is only one mirror on the desk. Through the glass door of the bookcase, you can see that there is a thick document inside, but when I walked to the bookcase, I had no interest in opening the door.

No wonder, no wonder the house was empty, there was hardly anything there! ! ! ! ! !It turned out to be a cover for this secret door! ! ! ! ! !

When I saw the secret door behind the bookcase, I was so excited that I almost jumped up.When I walked into this room, I subconsciously felt that there must be something very important inside, but after I entered, I didn't see what I wanted to see, that "important thing", and at this moment the secret door The appearance confirmed my thoughts: there is really something very important hidden in this room.

I did not come in vain, my sacrifice will not be in vain! ! !

Walking past the bookcase, you can see the half-hidden secret door behind it-the secret door should have been hidden behind the bookcase, but at this moment, half of the corner is exposed. cold water.

"I" have been here.

However, there is no record of this secret door in the diary.

So, it's not this room that's really dangerous, but... that darkroom in this covert study.

I tried my best to push the bookcase open, and the dark door was finally exposed. I looked at it, and even the color had a dangerous smell.

I hesitated habitually, but this time, it didn't take too much time - after accepting the ending of "death", my courage suddenly became stronger, as if I knew that I could continue to use sl Dafa (save/load), with infinite possibilities and infinite courage.

After not being afraid of death, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

The only important thing is to leave a sufficient written record for the later "I".

So, I stood by the dark wooden door of the folding fan, spent more than ten minutes typing all the truths I had learned on my mobile phone.These experiences are enough for the next "I" who wakes up to directly take over my archive without spending any extra time.

...Although I also know it, the next "I" will definitely suspect that this is a mysterious force bewitching his mind.

It doesn't matter, I've done everything I can, and the next thing is——

Open this door and try to write down what I have seen and heard within the limited survival time.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

No, nothing.

No... It should be said that I can't see anything.

This darkroom was uncharacteristically dark inside, and its darkness was comparable to the space outside.

Now, I am even more convinced that there is something very, very important inside.

Maybe it's the core and most critical thing in this house.

Although I failed to be the last "I" who had a showdown with Deng Qi, I have at least become the most critical "I" on the assembly line of "I", right? !

This kind of thought made my blood boil inexplicably, as if I was going to do something big.

But... how do I get to see what's inside?

What the hell.

I took two steps inside, and I couldn't stop sneezing—there was too much dust inside.

It seems that the last "I" might have been killed before entering it?

The natural light at the door can only illuminate a small piece of chassis inside the door, and when I reached the end of the light, I didn't dare to move forward easily—not to mention, I couldn't see anything.

Important things seem to be put in a corner.

I sighed, withdrew, and started to think about how I should see inside from the bright outside.

Unexpectedly, I searched and found it, prepared well, and finally got stuck on the "look".

The only light in the surrounding area is this window. Is it possible that I want to tear down this window?

Does it still glow after taking it off?I think that although it looks like a window, it is actually just a lighting prop.

I started seriously thinking about removing the window until I remembered the mirror on the wooden table.

"...fool." I tapped myself on the head, isn't this a ready-made excuse! ! ! !

Excitedly, I took the mirror away, carefully selected an angle, and began to cast light into the darkroom.

The size of the mirror is not very large, so only a small area of ​​the darkroom can be projected at a time, but it is enough.

After all, things like "core" are generally very small!

A cobwebbed corner, nothing, nothing, nothing.

I exhaled, and found that my hands were shaking constantly—after all, I was already approaching the truth of this world.

And this truth still needs me to tear it apart bit by bit! !It can't be presented in front of me all at once! ! !

It's really challenging my mentality.

Holding the mirror, I instinctively made a posture of getting ready to run—I was afraid that I would see something very scary in the next second.

As the mirror continued to pan, I suddenly saw something appearing in the lower right corner of the mirror.

coming.

I swallowed, straightened my feet again, and started to move the mirror to the right with a death mentality.

What could it be?A black box, an abnormal monster, a bloody dagger?

"Core" is finally slowly revealing its true colors.

Maroon silk thread, yellow...etc.

It seemed to be a human face.

At this moment, I, who thought I was ready to die, have already started to retreat quietly.The core was scarier than I imagined, if it was in a completely inhuman form, my fear would not be very strong, but once I took on the slightest human form, my adrenaline couldn't help but start to surge.

I could hear my thumping heart beating.

But the hand still moved the mirror instinctively, revealing the so-called "core" in the darkroom.

Big cat eyes, baby face, chestnut hair.

My heart stopped suddenly at this moment.

That is……

my face.