My three roommates are not human

It didn't answer me, but thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the silent space.

I know, it's affirming my reasoning, affirming the wonderful performance I brought.

Just like it did in the dorm bathroom before.

...disgusting.

Obviously knowing that normal human beings will not be able to control the goosebumps on their skin when they see a "corpse" that is almost exactly the same as themselves, and knowing the pain of fear in their hearts grabbing their hearts and climbing up, but they still want to treat me so cruelly .

...I really don't feel right.

Will readers really have such a huge malice towards the protagonist?

Is it just to treat a living person who is known to be alive just to make the story he saw look better?

What's more, in my current life, I don't seem to be playing a villain that everyone shouts and beats.

"Pfft," a hearty laugh soon came from the other side, and I immediately regretted my own thinking, "Don't think about it, I'm really your reader. Look, I can see your performance immediately. Is that proof that I am a reader?"

Since it is already so cruel now, it is better to confirm it with your own eyes even more cruelly.

I stretched out my hand and took out the newly purchased mobile phone that was in my pocket—after I became a soul body, most of the objects on my body also came to this plane with me.Although I can't touch the table in front of me or the mirror in front of me, I can still touch everything on my body.

What is the principle of this, I can't figure it out for the time being, maybe the power of the soul has infiltrated the mortal things on my body.Thinking of this, I turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone, took a deep breath, and stepped into the scene that has been lingering in my nightmare from the secret door that just opened automatically.

I bravely stepped into this not gentle night.

At first glance, I almost recoiled at the sight of the mountain of human bodies.

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

I repeated silently in my heart, trying to hypnotize myself.

With the chanting in my mind, I slowly walked to the front of the "sea of ​​people".

Last time, I stood at the door and didn't dare to enter. The light in hand was only the light reflected by the mirror. In addition, my mental state was extremely panicky and not good. Under such an environment and such a mental state, I Completely take the body in the room as my body.

This time, the light given by the mobile phone was bright enough, with time, light, and no distance, I finally saw their faces completely and clearly.

It is true that they all look similar to me at first glance, but if you are very familiar with me, or take a ruler to measure it, you will obviously find that they are more or less slightly different from me.

There are even a few bodies, whose pictures I'm sure I've just seen.

It's them, not them.

They have all had the opportunity to come to this world and experience a life that they can touch with their own hands.

I clenched my fists, and I felt a sense of sadness in my heart—they were abolished because of these small differences that did not meet the author's requirements, but I stood on their foundation and was born in this world majestically .Even now, with a compassionate attitude, looking down at them.

No, maybe, even I was the plan that was almost abolished.

Even my birth is not a sure thing.

I'm just one of the lucky "me" who happened to be chosen as the protagonist in thousands of plans. I'm not as special as I imagined.

I looked up and couldn't see the edge of the room, even with the powerful beam of the flashlight.

I tried to walk for a long time, even at a distance, I tried my best to look with my eyes, but I still couldn't see the edge of the room.

The "infinity" that only exists in everyone's imagination actually exists in this darkroom.

Not just the infinity of the room, but... the infinity of my body.

In the innermost part of the room that I can enter, there are still countless "I" bodies piled up.From this point of view, the author was really careful when setting up the protagonist's character design, so that he abolished "infinitely" many character designs.

...But, something always feels wrong.

If the protagonist is so important, then his safety should also be taken seriously—now, if I come to the author's study, wouldn't it completely destroy the original story?

Isn't it enough to abolish so many characters to create a safe enough protagonist?

And... why is it called No.1?

There are so many types of novels, only No.1 claims that it cannot directly describe the character and appearance of the protagonist, and must be relayed by others, so that readers can barely see the face of "I", my character.

Why spend so much effort to create me, but use the unflattering No.1 name?

The author's love for me can be easily discovered. All the characters have only a simple setting paper, even Deng Qi, the "second male", who is set as the protagonist's partner is no exception.

But I have thick, infinite settings.

...I felt myself surrounded by doubts that rushed to my face.

I always feel that the "readers" are hiding something.

After I came out of the darkroom, I received the next clue from the "reader".

It has a high-pitched voice, as if looking forward to this process: "The next thing to do is the one thing you are most looking forward to—"

is it?

I answered it weakly in my heart, not even wanting to open my mouth.

In fact, now I no longer look forward to the truth that I think about day and night, just like Deng Qi once said, "meaningless".

Now that I already know that I am a person in the book, and since knowing all the truth cannot reverse this fact, then the truth is actually not that important to me.

Nothing will change.

Readers seem to be a little surprised by my reaction, which is trying to build momentum and arouse my passion, but because the language is too violent, it looks like a kindergarten teacher.

"Come—" it spoke excitedly, trying to mobilize my emotions, "Let's take out the tenth stack of documents on the right side of the cabinet, and then, what will we find?"

I did as it said. After pulling out the stack of documents and opening them, I found that every page was blank. I flipped through it casually, and suddenly stopped on a certain page.

... Inside, there is a movie ticket.

It was so strange that movie tickets suddenly appeared in this study.I could feel myself raising my eyebrows uncontrollably, and the reader, also noticing the change in my mood, became happy.

"Come on, this is my last gift to you as a reader," its voice became more and more excited, "Tear off the side coupon and watch a movie that will let you understand everything."

……what?

I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't always grasp the point that makes me feel wrong.It's like having a terrible nightmare, but the moment you wake up, you forget the nightmare completely.

What the hell is wrong, is it because readers say it's "the last gift"?

No, my insecurities started early on.

In the end, why am I disturbed?What are the details that made me smell something ominous?

I really couldn't figure it out, so I had to reach out and start tearing up the movie ticket. When there was only a bit left on the ticket stub, I suddenly heard the reader laughing behind my back.

It wasn't a voice coming from my head, it was a voice coming from behind me, directly from behind...! ! !

I immediately felt my hairs stand on end, but the inertia of my movements made me continue my movements.

"Great, I finally—"

I couldn't finish listening to the words of the "reader". The moment I completely tore off the ticket stub, I seemed to have really entered a movie theater, but I clearly understood that this was just a movie theater that existed in my mind.

Perhaps it was the shock that drove my thinking. The moment I entered the movie theater, I suddenly understood what it was that I had been worrying about all this time.

It's what this "reader" calls himself.

I used to think it was a mixture of thousands of readers, and its magical voice like a collection confirmed my guess.But it has a completely independent personality, as if it is an independent individual.

What made me finally realize something was wrong was its gradually sour self-proclaimed.

In the beginning, it kept calling itself "we", and then "I" and "us" began to intertwine, and now, when it got carried away, its self-proclaimed has completely become——

"I".