The extra text was like a diary. Chen Shi hurried to find Lin Dongxue. After briefly explaining the situation, he turned on the desktop computer in the living room and sent the document to the computer.
The strange thing is that there is no such text in the computer version of the document. At the beginning, there is only a title and some basic settings. Chen Shi said: "I understand. He wrote in the blank space at the beginning of the document with the same color as the background."
So Chen Shi selected all the text, and then changed the color to black. Sure enough, this mysterious text appeared in the blank space at the beginning of the article, and it was in the smallest font, so that it could be written in the blank space of a few pages.
"Why does he write in his archive, but can't send emails... Couldn't he have access to the Internet?" Lin Dongxue guessed.
"That person strictly monitors him, and may also check his computer, but these are the earliest old manuscripts, which is a blind spot. That person is a reader. There is a high probability that he will not look at what he has read. Xin Bai is here. Bet on this probability."
"Why do you want to copy the old manuscript back to see it?"
"Well... I just want to revisit it." Chen Shi rubbed the tip of his nose.
Lin Dongxue didn't mind, she looked at the computer screen and said, "But who will see it written in the old manuscript?"
"Didn't we see it? He expected that one day the police would intervene in the investigation and take away his computer. This text might appear under the police's sight."
The two continue to read down—
"He started to live in my house and interfere with me! My life has always been lazy, sometimes inspired to write tens of thousands of words, sometimes I can't motivate for a few days, often playing games all night, I always admire those pens I am a hard-working writer, because I am a slacker of intermittent passion. That person sleeps in the living room and makes me feel bound. He forbids me to close the bedroom door and runs to check if I am writing from time to time. Every chapter He must read it in advance, correct the typos for me, point out the unreasonable places, it is common for me to modify the manuscript, but a stranger ran home, eat mine and use mine, and take care of me, I am very good. I have an opinion, shouldn't I be a free and independent person
"On the third day, I brought it up to him, and I said it was weird. We are not relatives, why do you live in my house and care about me? I feel much braver when I say what I hold in my heart. He haha I laughed and said that strange men and women are not relatives, they can be together when they see each other and share each other’s property. What is the truth? The relationship between people is originally from nothing, he thinks I am like a confidant. The first time I saw my words, I had a strong sympathy. It felt like an old friend was chatting in the room, and I hope I can treat him like this, "I know you better than you." ', he said. I yelled, you get out of me, this is my house! His expression slowly changed, as if he had removed a mask...
"He hit me, took my phone, cut my network cable, this thin and gentle man sat on the bed like a tyrant, supervising me to write. Rebellion is bound to resist, but I can't beat him at all. , After all, he was a manual worker, and I was just a lattice climber. After being beaten on the ground several times, I rushed to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife. TMD didn’t care. I wanted to slaughter him and then bury him! As a result! I found that there were no knives on the kitchen knife stand, and all the pots and pans were put away. He appeared gloomily behind me, leaning against the door with his hands, and said: We need to set some rules!
"One of the rules is that the work is everything. Every day, no matter whether I have inspiration or not, I must write 8,000 words in front of the computer and give it to him for inspection. He will publish it. I must discuss the plot of the work with him; the second rule, I can’t leave the bedroom without permission, and I’m not allowed to come into contact with outsiders. He will also do the out-of-office work such as picking up express delivery, taking out garbage, shopping for vegetables, etc.; Rule 3, I can get rewards for completing the work with quality and quantity for seven consecutive days, generally Small requirements that are not too excessive, such as what to eat or play a few hours of games; rule four, I need to report my psychological condition to him on a regular basis and shall not hide it.
"Although I am cowardly, I am not a person who likes to obey! There are two kinds of personalities in the world, saboteur and guardian, which are like yin and yang. Saboteurs like to break existing things and create new things. From the psychological nature, they are opposite. Social elements, writers, and revolutionaries all have this kind of personality; guardians are the opposite. They are naturally fond of maintenance and management. They are often nostalgic and like orderly. They are suitable for police, doctors, officials, and superheroes are also guardians. , You will find that the Chaoying story has an eternal theme—to keep the world as it is. Of course, the evil guardian will degenerate into a defender of the old age, a feudal elder, and a dog-legged dog. The reason why I graduated from the University of Political Science and Law did not engage in it. The profession of a lawyer is because one day I suddenly discovered my essence. What I yearn for is creative work. I am a saboteur who yearns for freedom. I will not obey, never!
"I pretended to be sick, I broke the computer, I went on a hunger strike, and I ran to the window while he was asleep and yelled for help to resist him. After a long and arduous struggle between us, his violence began to escalate. He realized my strength under my weakness, and he decided to break my "spine"! On this day, he bought many weird props and let me wear them. It was a SM item, very ashamed, I shouted at you Why not let me die! After a beating, I cried and put it on. He beat me with a small whip and told me to crawl on the ground like a dog. A huge sense of shame filled my heart for a few moments. , I really thought I was a dog, but I hope it is a mad dog, go up and bite his neck!!!
"He is immersed in this kind of training game. Although this person is uneducated and often does not understand some idioms in my book, he knows one thing. Compulsory obedience can destroy the heart. Good entrepreneurs are well aware of the truth. A terrible consciousness appeared in my heart-obeying him can be a little more comfortable, I resisted it desperately, but it spread like a virus, I am about to lose myself, who can save me , Batman, Superman, Iron Man, where are you all!
"I'm RNMP, eat S, I'm going to kill you! Really a writer dare not kill, I will cut your throat tonight, the bastard raised by BZ, the dog B is a game, I am your ancestor for the eighteenth generation … (This paragraph is all swear words, omitted)
"The murder plan was seen through. I knelt in front of him, with the murder weapon I prepared on the floor-a sharpened chopsticks. He stood against the light with his hands in his arms, with a grim expression. Suddenly, a strong desire to survive drove me to him. Weeping and begging for mercy, I grabbed the ground with my head and said that the master I was wrong, forgive me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me! He held up my chin, my eyes were full of tears, and I looked at him in fear, time seemed to freeze, He said: punish yourself until I am satisfied. I am amnested, and the joy of hope rises in my heart, and I nodded desperately. At that moment, I knew that I was over and I had fallen into a bottomless abyss...