My three roommates are not human

Cheng Cheng came out after washing his mouth, his ears were red, he didn't even look at me, he just left this embarrassing place with his computer bag.

I wanted to remind him that he may have washed too violently just now, so that more than half of the shirt on his body was wet, and he was half naked under the eyes, so he needed to change clothes.But he left too hastily, before I had time to remind him, the figure had already disappeared at the door of the dormitory.

...It made me feel like I was really a hungry ghost.

Forget it.

I also mentioned my meal card and was about to go out for dinner, but I didn't expect to be plotted against halfway through the journey—coincidentally, it was on the small road where the car accident happened in Gongdang.

As I was walking, I suddenly felt a shadow over my head. It is reasonable to say that I reacted very quickly. At this time, I would subconsciously run to the side path, but my situation is quite special-I once witnessed it on this road. I was in a terrible car accident, and, in a way, I was responsible for the accident.

Although he has no feelings for Gong Dang, no one will turn a blind eye to death.

More than half a year has passed, and I can still vividly recall the process of the car accident.So that when the shadow above my head gradually grew bigger, I still stood there motionless.

I don't know what's wrong with this, if it's a form of PTSD, or if it's just being freaked out, it's a possibility.In short, I just stood there sluggishly, and the voice in my heart told me to run, but I couldn't move my steps at all. Suddenly, the car that suddenly drove into the school and the full-stacked car at that time began to play back. Blood on the ground.

Why, why does my mind replay this picture? !My pupils dilated tremblingly, half because of the shadow in front of my eyes, and usually because of this unknown playback.

The shadow was getting bigger and bigger, I closed my eyes, but felt a warm embrace in the next second, and then realized that it was Bi Fei who rushed over to hug me.

Next, the sound of a ball hitting my body came to my ears, and Bi Fei grunted in pain, and then I realized what happened just now—in fact, there was nothing major, it was just a basketball being thrown to my head Just go up.

Bi Fei was supposed to be playing basketball on the sidelines, so he just came over to help me.I'm still in his arms, the guy is big and hard on him, not comfortable.He was wearing a soccer jersey, and there were obvious traces of sweat on his body, but there was no pungent sweat smell that I expected to break into the tip of his nose.

Even this small detail is the same as the former Bi Fei.

Up to now, I can fully confirm that these three people are indeed the three people I met in that "dormitory world", but because of the different arrangements of fate, they have a different relationship with me.

Hearing Bi Fei's sudden hiss, I realized that now is not the time to think about these issues.I hurriedly jumped out of his arms, went around his back, ignored his cursing "what are you doing, are you sick" protest, and lifted his clothes - sure enough, there was a bruise on the tailbone.

My God... This sense of substitution is a bit strong, I can't help but get a chill on my back, and feel that my spine has been severely injured.

I immediately put on a serious look, used this nervous look to trick Bi Fei's chattering mouth, and sent him to the hospital.I was even patiently by his side the whole time he was being checked.

Although his mouth has always been unforgiving, when we came back from the hospital together, his attitude towards me was obviously relaxed.

I am very satisfied.

Because all of this is moving in the direction the will of the world wants—the drama at noon today is more deliberate than the drama last night and this morning.The previous two scenes at least only mobilized external forces, such as the sudden disappearance of breathing, the inexplicable collision of lips and so on.But this one directly tampered with my subjective feeling.

I do have a psychological shadow of the car accident. During the half a year of traveling abroad, I had to look left and right every time I crossed the road for a long time before I dared to pass. But is it really reasonable to commit ptsd to a small basketball?

Now I put on a look of being completely brainwashed by it, just to see what it is going to do to me.

bring it on!bring it on!On the way back to the dormitory with Bi Fei, I couldn't help clenching my fists.My life has been peaceful for too long, hatred and fear are buried together in my heart, every day when I crush ants to death, I will be recalled twice, as if digging into my aging grave with an awl.

Perhaps, a part of me has long since died, and what I am now is just the belief in walking the world—the belief in exposing the truth of the will of the world.

I need to put this hatred, this fear in the light of day, I don't want to act timidly and timidly with my tail between my legs!

I quietly lurk and wait, I always feel that the will of the world is slowly playing a big game of chess, it is so eager to brainwash me, so eager to let me admit that this is a normal world, then it must be There's something big going on in the back.

Something big is bound to happen.

Maybe one night, I will find that the three of them have suddenly turned into dolls; maybe when I wake up one day, I will find that time has stood still and only I can move; maybe one day when I walk on the road, I will find myself coming Went to a place never been.

With excitement, excitement, fear and some unspeakable emotions, I waited for that moment to come.

At that time, I thought so.

But now—I was sitting on a chair in the dormitory, wearing soft daily clothes, looking at the high math report card hanging on the table again, and yawned fiercely.Almost half a year has passed, and my life is as calm as water in the past 20 years, without any weird things happening.I have to admit one thing, maybe I really think too much.

After seeing the three people of abc, I thought I was calm and terrified for two days. I analyzed and interpreted all their actions towards me, and pondered their intentions over and over again, just like a high school student trying to understand. Excessively interpreting everything around me-however, after half a year, I finally realized that these behaviors may not be necessary.

As the old saying goes, facts speak louder than words. Standing today, I can make a firm statement: They really didn't do anything to me.

Every day of my life, I live so peacefully and smoothly, just like every normal college student, attending classes, failing subjects, playing games, watching movies, except for the occasional meeting with the three of them. A coincidence of close contact, nothing strange happened again.

People will indeed be appeased. At the beginning, if you are thrown into a cage full of lions, you may be terrified day and night, but after a month, two months, or even half a year, you find that the lions have not hurt you at all. , and even rub and lick you friendly, your nerves will naturally relax.

When I stand in the calm today and look back at that startled day, I can taste some creepy taste.

When I was in the villa world, I issued a warning to myself: don't be too suspicious of everything around you.I thought at the time that excessive skepticism could lead to madness.Doubt will grow little by little, from doubting the people around you, to doubting the surrounding environment, and finally to doubting the whole world you live in. At that time, all the normal things in everyone’s eyes will become the target of my projection of doubt .

For example, the sound of footsteps coming from an empty building in the middle of the night, such as the sudden ringing of a mobile phone, such scientifically plausible things can all become supernatural evidence in my eyes.

I didn't expect that I would actually have a day when my words came true.

Indeed, during those days, I couldn’t hear my roommate’s breathing in the middle of the night, I kissed my roommate inexplicably, and my roommate blocked a basketball for me by chance——these very ordinary things turned into me to prove that they were invincible. normal basis.

This is almost the same as the example I gave at the time.

I really, as I predicted, came to the brink of emotional collapse, dancing wildly on the rope of madness and not madness.I thought I was very calm, but in fact, my thinking activities had exceeded the scope of what normal people should have-it's a pity that I didn't realize it at all at that time.

When my emotions gradually calmed down and the thorns on my body began to shrink, I thought about whether to go to the hospital for help, but I finally chose to give up.

One is that now I have strong persecution paranoia, emotional agitation, suspiciousness, and messy memory. That diploma.

The other is a more serious issue.After I have seen so much and experienced so much, my definition of "crazy" is also quietly changing.Is a man insane if his thoughts are in disorder and his memories are intertwined, but he can think steadily and speak carefully?If a person's scope of thinking and ability to accept far exceeds the level that humans can reach at present, will he be diagnosed as a lunatic?

I dare not say whether I am a lunatic now, because I dare not question the current definition of "lunatic"-the act of questioning the definition is really like something a real lunatic does.But in short, in the past six months, my mental state has finally stabilized. Although I am still alert, I will no longer be in the same endless thinking as when I first met these three people.