My three roommates are not human

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It is so, it is so.

For a while, I understood everything that I didn't understand.

I finally understand... all the mental journey Deng Qi has gone through.

At that time, he was bearing everything alone, trying to find a way out for the two of us alone in this chaotic world—and at that time, I, under his protection, with hatred for him, had nothing Live knowingly.

He discovered the second floor that shouldn't exist, found that room, opened the correct door, thinking he had finally found a clear way to save himself and me—but he never expected that behind the door, there was a treasure trove for him. Crash everything.

Settings don't lie.This world is a book, and Deng Qi is a character in it. Then, before he himself is aware of it, all his actions are based on the meaning of life set.

That is, "love Xia Ze with all my life and energy".

As he himself said, the meaning of his life is to occupy all my memories, and everything he did and sacrificed was to let me get out alive.

When he was exhausted, thinking that he could finally see a clear path, he was suddenly told—in fact, the meaning you have always held in your heart is false.

The fiery love that you think is churning in your heart, the lust that you think is burning your brain and destroying your reason, is actually just a "setting" that the author puts on you.

You are not really "in love" with Xia Ze, you are just forced by the setting to love him falsely when you don't know it.

... At that time, what will happen to him?

Memories were gradually picked up, and I remembered Deng Qi's state at that time. He looked in a trance and was in a trance, but he still firmly carried out his plan. Soon after, he simply turned into that torn apart appearance. And when talking with me, he kept emphasizing that "this is an incredible emotion generated in the human heart".

I have no way of knowing exactly what happened during that time, but it was clear that he went through a psychological struggle that wasn't easy, and in the end... no, I can't draw conclusions.

Perhaps, his psychological struggle has not been able to reach a conclusion, and it is still going on until now.

We're still on top of that game.

If someone told you that your intuition is actually a psychological hint given to you by others, would you believe it?

This is actually an unsolvable paradox. Whether I believe it or not, I may still be in that "hint", and I can't escape this logical circle at all.So at this time, whether I believe it or not, it has lost its own meaning.

He also doesn't know whether his "love" for me is real love or a pre-set love.

When he felt his heart was beating for me, he felt that this love was real; when he saw that setting again, he couldn't help but began to doubt himself.

He can only keep following his heart, ignite himself, and release the last bit of love - I have to thank the author for leaving me and Deng Qi with the last way out - although, I think this may be the author's unintentional Act of.

Because the author never imagined that the characters could come back to life, and even walk into its study room with the determination to resurrect someone.

The setting is: "Love Xia Ze, love him with all your life and energy, until death comes."

Then, as long as Deng Qi is dead, this love will usher in the end of its setting.

After that, if there is still love remaining, it is real, naturally flowing love.

This was the only way he could find for himself after he could not come to a conclusion and suffered for so long.

Although ruthless and extremely risky, it is indeed the fastest way to cut through the mess.

Use his death to prove that his love for me is true.

Originally, Deng Qi's words were like strange riddles, but at this moment, they were all solved in my mind.

He said that maybe in a certain dimension, our whole life has been read by others, which implies that we live in a world of books.

He said he had to die, if I didn't kill him, I was really hurting him, in order to free myself from the control of the "setting".

He said that the will of the world is very confident in this love, because this love is the setting given to him by the author.

He said that everything can be faked except love... which probably wasn't meant for me at all.

This is him trying to calm his chaotic heart, convincing himself, letting himself believe in this... I don't know if it's true love.

I can't bear to look at his information again. If a person is born to be the slave of another person's love, then when he himself knows these things, how broken he will be.

I put Deng Qi's materials back in the bookcase, I know that my emotions are actually very unstable, but I still try my best to endure the infinite waves surging in my heart-I don't want "readers" to read our jokes, I don't want Deng Qi's injury to become a wonderful plot in their eyes.

Whether we are real people or not, I want to maintain our dignity as human beings.

"Cut..." I heard the reader murmur, "If you don't show it, then don't show it. Okay, let's take a look at the thickest stack of documents on the right."

In fact, I already know a lot about what these materials are.On the left are people who have nothing to do with me and live in this book world, that is, "passers-by" in the book, while on the right, there are mostly people who have a relationship with me.

Those who have a close relationship with me are divided into one category, those who have some connections are divided into one category, and those who have met once are divided into one category... The weak relationship between them and me is classified into one category, and the books are divided in turn.

However, what was in the thickest stack really made me feel very curious.

It is the closest to me, obviously it is very important, but the people who have the best relationship with me have been divided into the volume of Deng Qi that I saw just now, which includes my relatives, family members, roommates and friends. There is no one closer.

So what will this volume, the most important volume, and the thickest volume, contain?

I pulled it out and opened it slowly. The moment I saw the photo, I sighed "that's how it is", but frowned the next moment.

I saw a picture of myself hanging there, and although it was full of alienation and strangeness (I have no memory of taking such a strange picture), there was no doubt that this was me.

"Protagonist", this identity is indeed special and deserves to be placed in the most important volume, but——

But what about the latter?Behind this stack of materials, there are so many, so many blank sheets of paper!

What are so many other blank papers put together with my materials? !

I hurriedly opened it, and the moment I saw the photo, I was terrified.

It's me, but it's not me.

The person in the photo is just like me, looking at the front with an expressionless face. While this face makes me feel familiar, it also has an indescribable awkwardness.

... If you say, I think his eyebrows are different from mine, is it a bit too sensitive.

It's a pity that I can't touch the mirror on the table now, otherwise, I would have compared our faces on the spot.

I then looked back, one after another, one after another, all of them were...myself that made me feel familiar and strange.

It’s true, it’s all my face, but it always feels a little different to me.

Some have strange eyebrow shapes, some have different mouth colors, and some have different pupil sizes, but when these subtle differences are placed on the face, these changes are completely unnoticeable.

Even when I saw it, I felt that it was me, and I didn't feel anything other than a little strange.

At this moment, I already had a huge conjecture in my mind. The moment I made that conjecture, it seemed that some mechanism was activated in the bookshelf, and only a "click" was heard, and a pen rolled down from the bookshelf.

I lowered my head to pick it up, and easily came across this pen—it seems that this pen is also a special product of this plane.

When I stood up again, I found that the information in my hand had reached the last page—on this page, the place where the photo should have been was turned out to be blank.

And under the photo, write this series of incomplete numbers—the end of this series of numbers is missing one.

...oh, numbers!

I just remembered that I saw such a series of inexplicable numbers at the bottom of each photo on other materials. Not too bad.

All in all, it is really the data of the face.

I hurriedly turned over the first few pages, and as expected, the numbers of these "I" were all slightly different.Those one or two small differences are hidden in the long list of numbers, making it difficult to detect.

So, the incomplete numbers, and this pen that suddenly rolled out...Does the "reader" want me to confirm my own conjecture?

I looked at the incomplete string of numbers, raised my pen, and started to fill in the gap.

Readers didn't stop me aloud, and it appears that my guess was correct.

I was still hesitating which number to choose, but I lost that hesitation when I picked up the pen and made the action of "writing".

A desire for control, desire for expansion, desire for abuse... All kinds of desires flooded into my head in an instant. I only felt that I was standing high on the top of the snow mountain, and the bottom of the mountain was just some tiny ants. I wrote It is everything, the false is the real, and the writing power turns the world upside down.

I am the lord of the world, I am the king of all things, everything flows so naturally from my pen, of course I know what the number is, it is like having several fingers on one hand to me So easy, yes...

What the fuck? !

I was shocked and suddenly woke up.

This feeling, this feeling... This is how I feel in control of the world! ! !

This is how I felt when I was in the "Villa World" and had more than 50% control over the world! ! !

So it was, so it was, I felt the truth take off a corner of the mask again in front of me, so... When I become the master of the world, in fact, I also become the author.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the handwriting began to become chaotic when the book described the "Villa World" - at that time, my control over the world was not stable, it was 0 for a while, and 99% for a while.

The competition for the world is actually a competition for the right to write books.

Just now, when I could write numbers on paper, I obviously felt that I had become arrogant.

It was a feeling of looking down on the world, it was a feeling of... completely controlling the toy in the palm of my hand.

In that instant, I became the "author".

...Although I shouldn't scare myself, the moment I picked up the pen just now, I confirmed that the "author" is definitely not the same creature as human beings.

This is exactly in line with my original reasoning: human beings are precious toys in the hands of the "author".

Although it is not easy to create, precious and rare, but in the end, it is just a toy.

I picked up the pen, and after I was mentally prepared, I made another "write" action.

Although there was still a shock, after a certain amount of preparation, I was not completely brainwashed again.

This may have something to do with my current form - I have lost my body and become a more powerful soul state, so I can naturally resist this kind of spiritual pollution better.

According to my own wishes, I wrote down a number at random.

8.

As the figure gradually completed its arc, I noticed that the photo on the paper began to slowly change from non-existent to blurry with the figure I sketched.By the time I've made the last stroke, the photo on the page is fully revealed.

It was me, but this time it was obvious that the nose was slightly straighter than mine - my nose was just normal Asian straightness.

I slowly pull the paper down...wait.

The moment I took the paper away from my eyes a little, a maroon figure appeared in the lower right corner without any cover.

I swallowed.

Well, it is indeed as I expected, but seeing it with my own eyes is still very shocking.

But there's nothing I can't face.

I slowly pulled out the paper that was blocking my eyes.

... Sure enough, sure enough!

I saw that "I", the "I" that I just fabricated, with a higher nose bridge.

He appeared in this space out of thin air, his naked body twisted, his facial features placed on his face strangely, completely the initial appearance just out of the factory.

The next second, I heard the secret door behind the bookshelf opening.

"...So, those bodies in the darkroom are all discarded, my character design?" I think "reader" is really too bad, it makes me face everything that I don't want to face, if It's not because I've been frightened too much so far, and I've already calmed down, and my san value has been cleared to zero under such continuous blows.