My three roommates are not human

"Hey..." A soft sigh suddenly came from behind me, and when I looked back, it was Cheng Cheng. He frowned, with a helpless smile on his lips, obviously he had seen my notice of failure.

I subconsciously wanted to hide this notice, but was held down by his hand.His body temperature quickly spread to my hand, and realizing that this was a little too close, he quickly let go of his hand and smiled softly at me: "It's okay, there is still half a year left, I will work hard to give you tutoring, this time It will definitely pass this time."

After finishing speaking, he also stroked the broken hair on my forehead carefully.

In the past six months, the relationship between me and them has developed at a rapid speed, and now I occasionally feel dizzy, and I can't tell the difference between them in front of me and them in that "dormitory world".

There is almost no difference between the two, except for some small details left over due to the difference in the development of the environment and destiny.I don't know what this means, but when I look at them, there is always some confusion.

I don't know whether I should doubt or think too much. Sometimes my brain has already started to function, but I start to fear that my doubts are unnecessary mediocrity.

When I'm not thinking, I'm really happy, as if I've never experienced those terrible things.But when I squeezed the ants to death every day, I would think of Deng Qi's tragic death. He was like a lingering ghost, haunting me. Sometimes, I even suspected that this "Deng Qi" would It will not be an illusion of mine, a nightmare.

What should I do?Should I be skeptical and watch myself race down the road to madness, or stop thinking about it and live a peaceful life forever?

Do I still want to kill an ant every day?

A crack has appeared in my heart. I am looking forward to a stable and peaceful life. Deng Qi, whom I haven’t seen for a long time, is like a virtual character. touch.

"Hey brother," Allie suddenly appeared, winking at me, still holding his teapot in his hand, "Drink some health tea to nourish your brain."

Isn't this health-preserving? How can I replenish my brain... I complained silently in my heart.

Speaking of which, in this world, when Ai Li made me health-preserving tea for the first time, I was so excited that I almost overturned the teapot. Pressed back on the seat.

At that time, Airi's eyes were red from my fright, or part of it was installed by himself. There were a few crystal teardrops hanging on his long eyelashes, so pitiful, he looked like he wanted to hide in my arms and take a good nap. Get out, act like a spoiled child.

Of course he did afterward.

The taste of the tea is exactly the same as that made by Deng Qi.The same slightly bitter, then sweet.I have never drank tea of ​​this taste in the hands of the second person, let alone the "health" function they always advertise together.

Definitely the same cup of tea.

To be honest, I have given up thinking about the relationship between the three of them and Deng Qi, because once this issue is involved, the infinite negation of the world will follow, just like the collapse of dominoes. Give me a sleepless night.

"So bad in the exam again? Are you so stupid?" Bi Fei's voice suddenly came from behind him. He started to mock me as usual, and then quickly put his hands on my shoulders, scolding me and giving me I massaged my shoulder vigorously and carefully.

When I was in "Dormitory World", I only got along "alone" with the three of them, so there was never a comparison object.

Until now, I didn't know what Bi Fei's so-called "cynicism" is - according to my observation, it is probably similar to the level of kindergarten boys playing around with girls they like.

Yes, at first I just thought it was his cheap mouth, but after getting to know him slowly, I realized that he really only treats me like this.Coupled with the fact that he was relatively clumsy when he was in the "dormitory world", I finally understood why this guy's so-called cheap talk is for.

It was just like a child, just to get my attention.

So, now I can also calmly answer a few words, and even say, tease him.

"Why, have you passed? Smart guy?" I deliberately pretended not to know, but in fact, I already knew that he had failed his high math—but he went to play basketball all day after class, There was no Cheng Cheng to help him with tutoring before the exam, so failing the exam was indeed justified.

Bi Fei faltered all of a sudden, and through the mirror, I could see that his ears were slowly turning red, but the strength in his hand didn't decrease at all, and I felt extremely comfortable when I pressed it.

I was having a good time here, when I suddenly heard Ai Li on the side start to shoot at Bi Fei in displeasure, while Cheng Cheng was smiling on the side, pretending to persuade a few words, and immediately reached the point of adding fuel to the fire. Effect.While the two were arguing, I suddenly remembered the homework I hadn't handed in, so I put my schoolbag on and slipped away.

I met the monitor in the library. The monitor's eyelashes were curved, sweet and cute, but the words he said were not cute at all.

"No, it's still not possible," she told me with a straight face and seriousness, "Now you are the only one in the class and you can't do it."

I didn't bother to tell her not to say that a man can't do it. First of all, I wailed because my three nights of hard work went to waste again: "Why can't I do it?!"

I don’t know which department concerned it is. In short, it is the relevant department that requires every student in the Department of Literature to participate in the essay competition. Before submitting the manuscript, they have to pass the review of the professor. Unfortunately, I didn’t pass the review. that person.

The topic of the essay competition is the very old-fashioned "love", which is a very good proposition, and it is very suitable for everyone to show their talents and show their big love and small love-it can also write about personal relationships, family and country love, such Proposition, very inclusive.

I wrote a love group drama to make up the numbers, mainly about three boring stories of couples falling in love with each other, thinking that my plot was smooth, so I wouldn’t be able to return it to me—unexpectedly, the next day, I was really rejected. The professor returned.

Up to now, I have changed it three times, but I still haven’t been able to re-pass the review—to be honest, if it weren’t for this essay competition to count credits, which is very important to me as a credit beggar, I would have patted my ass and left.

"Where is it wrong?!" I cried with distress, wishing to drink alcohol on the spot to express my sorrow, "Is the writing not good enough? Or the story is not smooth enough? Or the subject matter is not novel enough... No, not novel enough can't be a reason to return it, right? !"

The squad leader raised his brows, and there was a look of contempt in his eyes: "I said why you can't pass the trial yet, so you haven't even found the main problem..."

"Then where is the main problem?!" I really wanted to kneel down and beg the monitor to stop hilarious, give me a good time, and directly point out my shortcomings.

The class monitor said slowly: "Didn't the professor tell you a long time ago... The plot is repeated."

At this moment, the electronic bell in the library rang, and the students around me began to pack their schoolbags and prepare to eat, and I also subconsciously put my hand into my pocket, ready to crush an ant to death—it takes 21 hours to develop a habit. God, and now, crushing an ant at 12 noon every day has become an essential and reflexive thing for me.

Even when I am eating, playing games, or out for a walk, I can put my hand in my pocket and perform this operation leisurely - this is why I am less and less touched by Deng Qi's death. Watching a person die once, you will Crying bitterly, distraught, but watching a person die ten thousand times in front of you repeatedly?

Everyone will gradually become indifferent like me.

As I said, "The plot is repeated? Are these three love stories different?", I put my hand into the ant bottle.

The class monitor looked at me like a fool, and the students around him began to swim: "You have been studying for three years anyway. Is there a reason for the repetition of the literary nature and the repetition of the plot?"

I blinked innocently, and my right hand started looking for the ant that I was going to crush to death today.

"The three love stories you wrote are all different on the surface, but when we summarize them, we can only use one word to describe them." The class leader looked at me seriously, "All of them are—love with each passing day."

My hand to pinch the ant suddenly slowed down a bit, causing the ant to slip away from my palm and return to the bottle.I don't know why I suddenly reacted like this, but my intuition all along tells me that I have to listen carefully to what the monitor has to say next.

The library began to be full of people for a few minutes at noon, the sound of books being collected, the sound of chairs moving, the shouting among students, the sound of the air conditioner, these chaotic sounds, mixed with the clear voice of the monitor, came to my ears.

"The professor asked me to tell you that if you want to write group portraits, you should write more types of love, not different plots."

"In addition to long-term love, there are many, many types of love in literature, such as——"

My eyes gradually widened, the ants struggled half-dead in my palm, the surrounding sounds began to disappear, and only the monitor's voice was played back in my ears.

"It's more common, such as falling in love at first sight, such as rejoicing with friends, such as childhood sweethearts, such as falling in love and killing each other..."

At the same time, the ants were crushed into pieces in the palm of my hand, Deng Qi's death was staged in front of me again, and this time, it was his voice that came together.

Deng Qi's voice merged with the monitor's voice, passed through my left ear, swam through my right ear, and flashed repeatedly in my brain.

"That's why I said that the will of the world doesn't understand human beings. It's like looking up information in a dictionary."

"I guess, the time it can trap you is limited, so in our human database, look for a method that can force love to be produced in a short period of time."

"Yes, the drawbridge effect."

Then the monitor's voice gradually amplified.

"In addition to long-term love, it is more common, such as love at first sight, such as happy friends..."

don't understand humans

Look up information in the dictionary

make love happen

Long time makes love, love at first sight, rejoicing friends——

I wipe! ! ! ! !

The alarm bell in my mind suddenly went off, and I jumped up. I hurriedly said thank you to the squad leader, and even saluted. Ignoring the other party's suspicious eyes, I immediately ran out with my trembling pupils. library.

I walk like flying, and it's meal time, and I bump into a student almost every few steps, but I can't stop at all.

I fucking get it all.

All my doubts, all my thinking, all my pain, all my tossing and turning, all made sense.

The squad leader's unintentional words were like thunder, waking me up who had been stuck in the center of my thoughts and couldn't find an exit.

Ai Li is love at first sight, Bi Fei is a lover of joy, Cheng Cheng is love for a long time-everyone has chosen their own love type, and put on a show carefully in front of me.

For a long time, I have suspected that the three of ABC are also victims of the will of the world. Even at the worst, they are just pawns of the will of the world.But I've never thought about that—I've never thought about it, if the three of them are the will of the world, then what should I do?

Now that I think about it, everything makes sense.

The sketch I gave to the will of the world before is like this: on the surface, it is very similar to human beings, and there may even be very human mistakes such as "carelessness", but when it comes to some emotional details, it will be revealed that it is not Human's lies—for example, regarding "love", it will only consult the human encyclopedia in a follow-up manner, and based on this, stage a love story.

According to Deng Qi, this kind of love is not love at all.

I just said why the three of them changed their emotions so much when they saw me, so it wasn't a difference in "fate arrangement" at all, but rather...

It's that the "love script" they arranged for themselves this time is different! ! !

For the past six months, every day, I have been falling asleep with the will of the world, but I have no idea what kind of Pandora's box is in front of me! ! !

My heart was full of dirty words, and I returned to this dormitory with my footsteps almost flying.

The dormitory is still this dormitory, the door made of rotten wood, the rickety clothes rack, none of them will change because of my subjective fluctuations.I didn't want to wait for a second, took a deep breath, and kicked the tattered door open with a bang.

No one is empty.

The things of the three of them are still on the seat, Cheng Cheng's computer is still stuck on the typing interface, Ai Li's face cream is half opened, Bi Fei's protein powder has just torn a small hole - they absolutely, even a few seconds ago , still in this position.

When I reacted to all this, they all disappeared.

This is simply ironclad evidence.

A gust of wind blew into the dormitory, and the door on the left squeaked. Then I remembered that there was another toilet in the dormitory—it just so happened that something big always happened in this toilet. In that world, the fact that the three of them wanted to murder Deng Qi's life came to my ears from here.

If you're not in the dormitory, and you can't go outside in a short time, then you can only hide in the toilet.

I strode forward and smashed open the door panel in front of me.

But everything in front of me made my breathing stagnate and I stepped back.

I know that I may see something inhuman, and I am ready to see all kinds of horrors-huge bodies, bleeding joints, distorted faces, and even things that are completely beyond the range of human acceptance. These, I I've thought about it all.

But I didn't expect that what I saw was actually such a scene.

The three of them are still the same, with faces changing faces and hands changing hands.But right now they are all in a mess, like abandoned dolls without a master, their joints limply falling on their respective bodies, overlapping each other without dignity.

... A random stone could directly crush the three of them into blood cells.

And on their faces, there are strange expressions, with flying eyebrows and drooping mouth corners, closed eyes and wide open mouths.

I felt my heart go into cardiac arrest and my blood started to go cold from my fingertips.

Not because of anything else, just...

This scene, and what I saw in the darkroom, the "I"—

The same.