My three roommates are not human

The light source and time are limited, but in those few moments, I clearly saw... all kinds of myself.

The self who laughs, the self who tears, the self who smiles wryly, the self who begs, the self who is angry... There are many more, like the face I saw before, the self who puts on an expression that I don't know.

Those expressions are very strange. Laughing eyes with slashed mouths, tearful eye sockets and laughing mouths are just like random matching. In my eyes, they are not expressions that normal humans can put on.

They, or, they, like abandoned dolls, sat better, straightened their backs, and leaned against other "people", but most of them were abandoned on the ground, with their arms draped casually, their heads Twisting in any direction, overlapping each other, in my brief glance, it was like seeing a mountain of dead bodies.

Whether they were corpses or not was hard to say.I didn't smell any rancid smell, and their bodies were well preserved, and even their faces confused me, making me think for a long time that I was looking at a living person.However, in human form, they are indeed lifeless. So many "human beings" just sit, lie down, don't breathe, and don't make a sound-this fully meets the standard of corpses.

I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, meeting a "person" who looks exactly like me, this is a very weird thing in itself, but now... I am facing an unknown number of people who look exactly like me. Something that looks exactly the same, but has absolutely no signs of life.

Yes, and the scariest thing is, I don't know how many of them there are.In the frightening moment just now, I could only see a few faces in the front row clearly, and after raising the light, although I could see them piled up like a mountain, I still couldn't see the end.

This darkroom is like a black hole, I can't find its boundary at all.

No, I can’t scare myself, I found that I couldn’t help thinking about it, and I quickly comforted myself in my heart, there can’t be a room without borders in the world, it must just be too big, so that I couldn’t get the border just now That's all.

……correct.

It suddenly dawned on me that their strange expressions had taken my mind away, so much so that... I hadn't paid attention to what they were wearing.

Maybe it's also because...they don't wear clothes at all, so there's nothing I need to care about.

They are all naked and overlap each other, blocking important parts.There are so many of them that in the back they all roll into a ball without dignity, your head may be under my arm, and my arm may just sandwich your leg.They are too viscous, if a stone is pushed up at this moment, no "person" can escape immediately, and all of them will be squeezed into human juice.

...is a totally dishonorable way of putting things together.

I couldn't help clenching my fists, even though I was very scared now, but when faced with these things that looked exactly like me, it was hard for me not to feel empathy.

Those who put them...throwing here did not treat them as "human beings" at all.He just dropped them at will, hundreds of them, not caring what they were wearing or how they were posing.

Maybe... I should call them "they".

Thinking about it carefully, the facts are actually very clear. I, and many other "Is" before me, thought this was a cycle in which the body remained unchanged and the memory reset to zero every day.The diary convinced me of this, and following in the footsteps of the previous "me", I wrote down a new diary, hoping that the "me" who lost his memory after waking up tomorrow can save some unnecessary time according to my tips.

The reason why I do this is because I think that the "me" the next day must still be the me now.

Just lost the memory.

But now, seeing so many bodies with "myself", what else do I not understand?

I couldn't help biting my lower lip.

I'm afraid, this is simply a game of picking up a body every day, inputting the memory of "I", making the guy who has been input into the memory think that he is Xia Ze, and is in a looping game, right?

I'm not "me" at all.

I am also one of them.

One has no thoughts of its own, its limbs are folded into various shapes, and even its expressions are randomly generated.

I come from them...for a while, and will return to them.

Me, not helping any "me" at all.The help I thought, the sense of mission to continue hope, actually did not exist.

Everyday "I" is an independent thing.

But what right do "I" have to complain?I can live here because I have achieved the light of the original, real "I".My memory belongs to him, my desire to survive belongs to him, and the hope I want to continue also belongs to him.Just like what I realized in the dormitory that day-in fact, I don't exist at all.

I'm just a puppet that has been imported into other people's memories.

Facts are often worse than words, I am now saying "I feel in the dormitory", but in fact, if I was just fished out of this darkroom today and injected with the things I remembered before, then I have nothing at all Experienced everything in the dormitory.

The experience with the three juniors and the entanglement with Deng Qi have nothing to do with me.

I feel my fingers are cold, and my heart is about to stop beating - of course, this is impossible, I have not returned to the state of "them", and now I can barely be regarded as a human being.

I moved my arms, turned my head, and couldn't believe that I wasn't actually human—wait, believe it?

Standing in the room, I suddenly remembered the sentence that was blacked out, highlighted, almost in the form of a roar, and repeatedly written in the diary.

"trust yourself!!!!!!"

These sentences appear repeatedly in the diary, and each time they appear, they are accompanied by a series of exclamation marks, like roars that cannot be ignored.

Why are they so angry?Why are they shouting like that?Why did they record these sentences and underline them in bold, for fear that later people would not see them?

If they have experienced everything I have experienced today, then they should indeed be angry, but the sentence they typed should not be "believe in yourself".

After all, after today's experience, the word "self" has also become a terrifying nothingness.

My eyes suddenly flashed, so... there is still hope, isn't it! ! !

All of this just now is just the reasoning in my own brain. Although it is completely logical, it is not a truth until it is confirmed by the authority.

It's just a brain storm from someone with only a day's worth of memory.

Yeah, there are so many possibilities, what if I don't actually have amnesia at all?What if this diary was written by Deng Qi imitating my tone to deceive me?He knows me better than I imagined, maybe, he can really imitate me in the diary.

If someone is really guiding my thoughts, isn't his purpose just to break me down? ! ——If there is no such sentence in the diary, then his goal has been fully achieved.

I couldn't help making some weird movements, I jumped, twisted, sang, shouted, and made all the poses I could think of in this empty room.

I can control my body as much as I want, I can keep my feet on the ground, I can open my mouth and say whatever I want.

Putting aside all idealistic thoughts, looking at it this way, I am a living person!

No one lives longer than me! ! !

good!Revived, I turned on my phone, ready to tell the next "me" about the trap I understood.

Looking at it this way, the four words "believe in yourself" are indeed very important. If the previous "I" hadn't marked them boldly, then the current me would have completely collapsed.

This hope is indeed continuing.I, the "I" before, and the "I" afterward, are all worthy of trust.

Yes, in this uncertain situation, what choice is better than believing in yourself?

My confidence increased greatly, and I was about to open the diary, but suddenly my eyes went dark, and when I opened my eyes again, the mobile phone in my hand had disappeared.

I looked up, and sure enough, my ex-boyfriend was leisurely holding his mobile phone, standing in front of me.

Deng Qi, here we come.