My three roommates are not human

When I saw that line of words that appeared suddenly, the three lumps of flesh under my feet suddenly stopped, as if they had been cast with some immobilization spell, which was quite different from their excited appearance at the beginning.

At that moment, I even began to suspect that the power of this book is that it can kill other creatures in the room immediately.

I bent down and carefully confirmed that their bodies with bare bones were still growing, and then I was relieved.They just temporarily lost their vigor and vitality, and they are not really dead—although, I can't say why I should feel relieved about them.

They lay sleepily on the ground, and even the growth rate was a little slower than before. It seemed that they had really lost faith in something.

...I can confirm that when I got this book just now and saw that line of writing, it was definitely a big deal.

This is a big event that makes them lose their vitality immediately and is irreversible-although now, I don't know whether this "big event" is a good thing or a bad thing.

Thinking of this, I plucked up the courage and looked down at the book in my hand.

"Thinking about it, I mustered up the courage to look down at the book in my hand."

Sure enough, such a line of words immediately appeared on it! !

Even at the next moment, the words "Sure enough, such a line of words immediately appeared on it!!" continued to appear.

I couldn't help looking away, this book made me feel hairy, like the first cold wind going out in winter, penetrating into my bones, and I couldn't explain why I was afraid.

In fact, it is not very difficult to find an excuse for this book.For example, this book is a divine book that records every word and deed of its owner, and I took this book from abc just now, and naturally became its new owner.

but……

I looked at the book in my hand again, and found that it was trembling slightly—I mean, my own hand was trembling slightly, along with the book.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid of something that's not quite right, not quite normal.

... what is it?

I lowered my head again, looked at the words that appeared out of thin air in the book, and turned a few pages forward.

More content poured into my field of vision, and at this moment, I suddenly understood why I was trembling.

I know what I'm afraid of.

Because this is not a book that "records words and deeds" at all.

A person, a person living a normal life, never thinks of transcribing his words and deeds, even if he/she is a celebrity who is destined to publish an autobiography, he will not convert all his detailed and cumbersome deeds into words in his mind. meaningless words.

But this book does just that.

It put into words words and deeds that I hadn't visualized in my head my whole life.

When I looked at this book, the words "courage" never flashed in my mind. I just felt that I was forcing myself in fear and cast my eyes on this book.However, the sentence "I mustered up the courage and looked down at the book in my hand" immediately appeared in the book. Because I was prepared, I immediately understood that this book was describing my actions.

But if I hadn't prepared, or if the sentence was a little more vague, and it happened to only have the words "have courage", I wouldn't have reacted immediately.Because... In my concept, I didn't make any "courage" action.

This book summarizes my series of thoughts and actions independently as "gathering courage".

That's why I'm panicking.

Although on the surface, this book is similar to a surveillance video, which converts all my actions into words and records them.But the surveillance video will only convey my behavior to me one-to-one, instead of like this... as if I have self-awareness, and autonomously describe behaviors that I have never thought about in my mind.

Even, these thoughts and behaviors will be highly generalized and transformed into a simple vocabulary.

People's thinking is changing rapidly. If someone asks me "what are you thinking now", it will be difficult for me to give a correct answer, because it is "I am thinking about how I should answer you" in a straight line. To be honest, it is "I have too many things on my mind, since you are asking now, I will answer the most important one for you."

The brain is a racetrack, not a one-way sidewalk.

If this is a book that truly records my words and deeds, then when it records my thoughts, it must be chaotic, because there are too many things on my mind at the same time.

Therefore, the description in this book is not authentic at all, but... unexpectedly artistic.

It will not really record everything I think, it will only select the most important ones, or it will highly summarize a series of behaviors that develop sequentially in real life into a certain vocabulary and write them on it.

And, for me, the moment I bend my arms, I never think of this action as "bending my arms", but just feel that I have made an action that I think-so, when I see When these behaviors of my own are translated into precise and generalized words, I always feel hairy on my body, as if I am being watched.

A long-term action may be described as a simple word in the book; a short-term action may take several pages to describe in the book.This terrible transformation made me suddenly feel the illusion of time and the uncertainty of myself, and everything around me seemed to have become false again.

This is my behavior ah? !This is my action ah? !How can it become text? !

Who, who is writing me? !Who is using this incredible speed to record everything about me every minute and every second? !

By the way, handwriting!

It occurred to me that, like the sources, this book was clearly not in print but in handwriting.

I held up the book again and brought it close to my eyes—but in fact, even if I found that the writing was the same as a writing on the white paper I had seen before, it would not make me discover anything.

After all, I don't know the owner of these handwritings.

This thought was thrown out of my mind the moment I saw the handwriting.

I widened my eyes in disbelief, looked and looked, turned to the previous page, and then to the next page, repeating this action over and over again, not daring to make a single mistake—just because, I don’t want to, and I don’t want to. I dare not admit the fact in front of me.

I really... know the owner of this handwriting.

Or simply put, no one in the world is more familiar with his handwriting than me.

...These handwriting that appeared out of thin air are my handwriting.

The shock came in waves, and now I have gradually gotten used to this emotion, and even though I was shocked, I quickly calmed down.

What's the use of just staring blankly with your mouth open?Might as well do something real.

Thinking this way, ignoring the new pages that appeared from time to time, I flipped through the book from beginning to end.

That is, this time, let me confirm a very important thing.

First of all, this is not a record of my words and deeds, or simply an autobiography.

This is a book, out and out, No.1 said.

The content of the book is unfolded from my perspective, and it has many No.1 flaws—I never describe my own face (because I can’t see it), I don’t know other people’s moods (because I can’t perceive it)—it’s really very strict. Tell everything from my point of view.

But it is indeed a book, not a record.Only important things and elegant things appear in the book.For example, how I took off my pants for convenience in the toilet, this kind of description will not appear in books.

This is a selective record.

There has always been a perspective, lurking inside me, unbeknownst to me.

Secondly, the content of this book is not as much as I imagined.When I saw the last page, which described my current emotions and actions in detail, I thought it would start recording from my infancy.

But no, it's written from the day I entered college...well, to be more precise, from the day I met Deng Qi.

Moreover, most of the selected materials are related to me and Deng Qi, and the stories always happen between the two of us—these things are indeed true in reality, but they always switch after the end of the matter between me and Deng Qi” Shot" to describe the next scene.

The rest of my life, in the eyes of this author, seems to be worthless at all.

When I read halfway through, I have already confirmed that if "I" is the protagonist in this book, then Deng Qi is the out-and-out male second.

Finally... Although the handwriting that keeps appearing now is indeed my own, the handwriting at the beginning of the book is completely different from mine.

It's the handwriting I saw on those materials before.

There are three kinds of them, which appear in turn in the first half.When the story progressed to the "Villa World", the handwriting suddenly became confused. Sometimes it was my handwriting, and sometimes it was one of these three handwritings. Sometimes it even looked like a mixture.

When I left the "Villa World" and returned to the real world, the handwriting became clearer and became my own handwriting.

And, continue to extend until now.

I closed the book, squatted on the ground, and closed my eyes.

Although there are still many things that cannot be understood, there seems to be one thing that can be confirmed.

That one thing alone made me want to cry so, so badly - which is why I closed my eyes.

These are not tears of sadness, these are tears of anger.

I could feel the fire burning in my heart.

After calming down my emotions for a long time, I finally opened my eyes.The three lumps of flesh circled around me at some point, looking at me with concern, as if worried that I would not be able to bear the blow and commit suicide on the spot—although I also really want to know, what should I do in my current state of soul and body? How to die.

The heads of the three of them are almost fully developed, barely dragging their necks, and they cast worried looks at me beside me.

It came just fine.

With a hoarse voice, it was the first time I spoke to them so coldly.

"Am I a living figure?"

The three of them flustered visibly to the naked eye, and their complete heads could no longer hide their emotions. This panic was easily discovered by me.

After a while, they shook their heads nervously, nodded slightly, and shook their heads again.

……what does it mean.

I wanted them to speak, but found that their throats were not fully developed, so I had to give up asking.

I still have a lot of doubts, if I am really a character in the book, then why am I alive?Is the so-called will of the world the author? The three of abc are the authors?If Deng Qi is also a character in the novel, why is he hated by the author?Why can the author live in the same plane as the characters in his own writing?Why am I inexplicably dragged into the villa world?Why do I have two memories?Why does the handwriting change?

Why, the handwriting of a book, in the end, will become the protagonist's own handwriting? !

Where did the author go? !Is the author dead? !

I was just cursing the author mindlessly, but this sentence suddenly made me realize a detail that I had overlooked.

Indeed... there is a kind of "the author is dead" law.

The moment a work is finished, the moment it is published to readers, in order to get more understanding and more understanding, the author will retreat behind the scenes.From that moment on, he/she is no longer the owner of the work, and the right to interpret the work has come into the hands of the readers.

The reader is a part of writing, and the birth of the reader should be exchanged for the death of the author-this is the reason for "the author is dead".

I saw the book in front of me, and thought that it might have an author, but I forgot one very important thing...it might not only have an author.

It also has readers.

If the principles of literature can be developed literally, then at this moment, it is not the "dead" author who holds the power.

but readers.

At this moment, even my character has begun to walk freely, so...the literary principle has come true, so why is it unrealistic? !

For a moment, I felt my heart beating violently.

I want to speak, but I am a little scared, I am afraid that my readers will not like me.I suddenly realized that they had been looking at the world through my perspective, and they heard all the cowardly, wretched, selfish, greedy, vicious things in my heart.

They are like a ghost possessing me, overlooking everything from my perspective, sharing my senses, my emotions, but they are not all me.

As long as they want to, they can be cut off from my body immediately.

For each other... It's a very magical state.

I have never met them, but I have shared almost everything with them.My body, my perspective, my emotions, everything about me becomes part of them at some point in time.

I see through them...

I clenched my fists.

But no matter what, at least at this moment, please don't separate! ! !Please stay in my body and share my perspective! ! !

Please accept my emotions! ! !

I don't know if it's futile work or my brainless imagination, but anyway, if someone really possesses me and is watching this story at this moment, I can't let this opportunity slip away from me.

They are on the same plane as the author, and only by relying on them can I have a chance to defeat this damned author who created me.

Only then can I have the opportunity to rewrite, reverse the future, and bring Deng Qi back to life——I just realized that what Deng Qi said to me at the time "time does not pass", "I see the future", "the past and the future in a certain dimension What happened at the same time" "there is no concept of time at all".

It turns out that these statements are not abstract statements, but he is trying to imply to me... This world is a book.

It is quite possible that in the author's deposit box, my future has already been decided clearly.

And as a person who could never meet the author, I naturally cannot take away its pen and rewrite my own future.

!

I suddenly realized that I had thought too much, maybe it would take up a lot of space in the book, and made those readers wait for a long time, so I quickly pulled back my thoughts.

If, if this is a No.1 book... Do I just think in my heart, "I say to the readers", and this line of words will appear on the page?

I turned around and made the cutest and pitiful expression I could as much as possible towards those readers who might exist, although I knew that no matter how cute this face was in No.1, it would not be described on the page.

I begged from the bottom of my heart.

"You guys, can you help me...?"