My three roommates are not human

The hazy world... Consciousness gradually recovered, I blinked my eyes just after waking up, and looked at the shark in my hand.

Sure enough, I returned to my bed again, and woke up in the posture I was most used to.

I even feel a little numb.

It's as if you go to play a level, and when you are about to win, everything suddenly reverts.

There are no clues or evidence left. In fact, I can't prove that what happened the night before and last night really happened.The human skin is gone, the broken face is gone, the only thing that can testify is my memory, but everyone knows that memory is the most unreliable, not to mention that this is not a collective memory, but my personal memory.There may be many factors that affect it, my personal emotional bias, lighting, time of day, etc.

But if you want to say that all I saw was because of my prejudice against a, b, the visual effect caused by the moonlight that night, it is obviously very far-fetched.

...but I didn't really just want to see it.

When I saw the human skin for the first time, I was really scared to the extreme, I just wanted to run away, and then passed out.But when I saw Broken Face for the second time, I obviously wanted to take a closer look!Although I am very scared, every pore is showing timidity, but I really want to take a closer look and figure out what he is!

But I just passed out like this.

Can people really pass out so frequently without any side effects?I turned my head and moved my arms again—as usual, not a fit physique, but a standard fit.

I think of the military training, when the sun was scorching, many friends fell down, and I could survive to the end.The fainting in these two days was my first fainting and the second fainting respectively. Unfortunately, I didn't have this kind of experience before, so I can know whether such fainting is normal.

Yes, I'm doubting my "passion out".

I don't think extreme fear is enough to make people pass out (at least for me), if I had to choreograph it myself, I would have arranged myself to scream like crazy instead of just passing out.

See something horrible and pass out.This behavior is very dramatic, much like what we see in TV dramas or comics.When everything at present cannot be finished, let the protagonist faint to proceed to the next stage of the story.It's like pressing a magic button to immediately put an end to the matter in front of you.

I quietly looked under the bed, and both a and b have woken up. They always wake up earlier than me, and I have never seen them get up. C was already standing in front of the window, looking at the thick fog in the distance.

I suspect that there is a person in a and b who has the ability to "draw a full stop".

It's very scary.In broad daylight, lying in bed, I felt a bone-chilling chill.This means that at least one person has absolute control over my behavior.No matter how hard I struggle, as soon as he presses that button, all my hard work is for naught.

Scary...I hugged my baby sharks, which meant I might never figure out what they were.Judging from the experience of the previous two nights, for them, being seen by me belongs to the category of pressing the button.

Do they know each other?Did they come to this dormitory together to deal with me?Does this ability belong to one of them...or both?

Even though I was sitting on the bed, I felt like I was already sitting in their palms.It is very possible that my panic yesterday is being dug out and savored carefully.

What species are they? !One can turn into human skin, and the other can be broken into pieces. No matter how you look at it, this is not the same race!Why did they appear together in this small dormitory!Who did I provoke!

And, no wonder they hate me so much, but they still like to use physical contact with me to disgust me - the smell of human flesh must be very good to them.

I thought about these questions while brushing my teeth, and couldn't help shivering while brushing.

"What's wrong with you? Have you caught a cold?" A voice suddenly came out from beside me, which startled me a lot.

It turned out to be b, I immediately jumped over him and checked the door behind him--well, it was closed when he came in.

"Huh? Don't you have a fever?" He stroked my forehead roughly, ignoring my struggle, and said to himself.

During the day, and there is only one door separated from my roommates (although there is only one human roommate now), I should be fine... Although I thought about it this way, when I saw b's handsome face in the broken mirror, I couldn't help it Recalling his messy face last night.In the broken mirror, the image of his face was cut, and it was easy for me to recall what happened last night.

Even the eyeballs fell out, and only the eye sockets remained in the face.

No, I'm going to throw up if I think about it any longer.I looked in the mirror, and B also looked at me in the mirror. In order to hold back the nausea, I kept comforting myself, he is very handsome, he will not break, he is very handsome, very handsome, very handsome, very handsome...

"You..." Like a big dog, B lowered his body and approached me, leaning close to my ear, as if he wanted to whisper something secretly, "Why did you go back by yourself last night? Is there something wrong with me?" ?”

I was so clever that I spit out all the foam in my mouth.I wiped my mouth with a towel and stood a little away from him.My reaction was so big, not because of his abnormally humble posture and the inexplicable blush on his face, but because of the meaning in his words.

He just pretended that what happened last night didn't happen? !And forced to say that I went back by myself? !

God, what does he mean by that? ? ?A different kind of warning, or kindness from a monster—you can pretend I don't know about it, though you've seen my prototype?

My thoughts were racing when he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me toward him.After discovering the truth of a, the reason why I was able to avoid a was because he was no stronger than me. Although there were a lot of troubles that caused me headaches, it didn't prevent me from avoiding him.

B is different, the power gap between me and him is absolute, the tug-of-war between me and him is like an elephant versus an ant—in short, I was pulled into his arms before I could struggle.

In a very ambiguous posture, his eyes can slide down from the top of my head, overlooking everything about me, and his breath hits down, intertwining with my breath-but after knowing his true identity, the ambiguity disappears in smoke.

Obviously, this is a monster hunting pose.

I stood stiffly in his arms. Others might think that I was an incomprehensible piece of wood, but in fact, I was like an antelope held in the mouth of a lion—I was really afraid. up.

He leaned down, wrapped me in his arms, and forced me to look at him.

here we go again! ! !The moment I saw this face, I started ptsd, chanting in my heart crazily, "He's handsome, he's handsome, he's handsome, he's handsome, he's handsome!".

"You," he hesitated, "what do you think of me?"

"You are handsome." I said without hesitation.

"Crack!" The sound of porcelain falling to the ground came from the door.I followed the sound and saw that the ground seemed to be the porcelain that A often used to make me health-preserving tea forcibly.

And a, standing at the door, stared at me and b with blood-red eyes wide open with an attitude of prey being robbed.

...please someone push that button, I really need to pass out right now.