The hallucinations in front of me were overlapping, and it seemed to be condensed into pitch-black ink under some kind of pull, which penetrated into Chen Chao's skull through the constricted eyes.
Logically speaking,
The ink will spread through the eyes, irrigate and pour into the "tofu brain", covering the cerebral cortex with a dark layer.
Thoroughly help Chen Chao recall his personal memory as "Chen Zhuo"!
At that time, everything will be irreversible. He will be Chen Chao and Chen Zhuo!
Then,
Connected behind the eyes of Ren is a solid, bottomless black prison.
[Custody Office]!
Toolman Chen Ying looked up at the black ink pouring in from the skylight, and his face was also darkened.
"This is Lao Tzu's territory, who allowed you to break in recently!"
The pitch-black sticky ink fell down the wall, turning into a familiar face in mid-air strangely.
That face gloomily looked down at Chen Ying, and there was probably a hint of awkwardness. It seemed that he didn't expect that there would be a person in his mind, and the [custody office] that was blocking the door of "Doufu Nao". What the hell
"Step aside!"
The familiar human face simulates the export style. He has only one face, and the remaining ink squirts under the face, in an erotic state.
"You are joking!"
Chen Ying raised her brows. He saw the same footage just now, but he wouldn't be entangled so much. He only knew that this was another bastard who was looting.
True or false, it doesn’t matter!
If this is false, I'm sorry to go back where it came from; if this is true, then it's even more embarrassing. If your original position is mine, you will treat yourself as dead. it is good!
It's impolite to cheat a corpse~
The truth is not important to the tool man Chen Ying. What he covets is the control of the body, how could he allow one more competitor!
He grinned and slammed his fist at the familiar face! !
The brutal fist hit the cheek, as if hitting the sticky egg liquid, and the black ink splashed on the wall.
I thought it would be Yi Ma Pingchuan’s "tofu brain" when I got into my eyes, and the black face seemed to be completely stunned by this punch.
Being shattered and recondensed; then being shattered again, being trampled under the sole of the foot, and crushed...
The sound of smashing and shattering was endless, and the time for her black cheeks to regroup was getting longer and longer.
After all, it is a face. In addition to deceiving people, you can count on how strong it is to fight~
The ** in the [custodian] continued and reached a stalemate. Chen Ying shattered his black face over and over again, but it seemed that it would take some time to stalemate if he wanted to completely shatter this face to the point that it could not be reorganized.
And during this time, the rustling sound in his head continued.
Time is getting longer and longer,
finally,
At a certain point in time,
There seemed to be something shattered in the depths of my mind.
It was a black reinforced black door, the door that originally blocked part of his memory would never be opened.
But because the parasite hit the door and died, a crack was opened in the door. In the violent "chiseling" in the brain this time, the crack in the door was also torn and torn.
Some black memories stored like ink flowed out and penetrated into the brains of tofu.
That is a picture:
A person, sitting in front of the desk, was leaning on the desk and swiftly writing, the pen and the paper were scratching frantically, and the sound was like a blade piercing the blood vessel of the knot.
The figure looked familiar.
The environment around the desk is a bit vague and narrow, but it looks very familiar.
That's a rental house in a self-built building!
The figure struggling to write is Chen Chao himself!
One by one scribbled handwriting suddenly appeared on the paper, telling the beginning of a weird and absurd story:
【"Name?"】
["Lu Yanfei!"]
[The slender nib recorded on the paper. Chen Chao, who was sitting opposite, was observing the patient. He was wearing a wrinkled suit. The neckline of the white shirt was yellowed with sweat, and his palms trembled uncontrollably, and he pulled apart roughly. The collar makes the suffocated breath easier. 】
["Relax your breath!" Chen Chao bent over to pick up the button that fell on the ground, and handed it forward to Lu Yanfei.
Lu Yanfei took the button, his five fingers clenched tightly and made a "crunchy" rubbing sound. The five knuckles were faintly white, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Chen Chao. The whole person's mental state was about to collapse, and his voice passed from his throat. The voice was abnormally hoarse: "That voice is in my head, I have been unable to sleep for several days, I can't stand it!"]
"Mr. Lu Yanfei, you have been diagnosed in the Fourth Hospital some time ago. I have seen your case. There are no organic lesions in the brain and ears. There is no conductive compression on the cervical spine. Finally, the neurology department of the hospital Xu Nanyi was diagnosed with neurogenic tinnitus by attending."】
【...】
[Pulling over the paper, Lu Yanfei's throat retching sounded. It was an anxiety and panic to the extreme. The body's stress response was that his facial muscles were twitching, and his eyes seemed to fall out of his eye sockets. The knife and the pen sharpened constantly scratching on the paper, making a piercing and sharp sound.
"Sha~sha~sha~" Lu Yanfei repeated the scratching like a demon, the collision of lips and teeth made a simulated sound: "Shashasha...It is this sound that has been constantly in my mind. , It’s not tinnitus, it’s someone carving something in my head!!!"]
【...】
[Mouse drag to fast forward, the time in the lower right corner of the video on the computer is moving quickly, and the first video ends, Chen Chao fiddling with the desk calendar on the desktop without expression.
The desk calendar is square, with an old-fashioned style. It is marked with a memo with a fountain pen. A pinhole is hidden in a group of dense handwritings. It looks like a pen hole accidentally poked by a fountain pen, and there are inconspicuous behind it. Pinhole camera. 】
The weird scenes that emerged in his memory made Chen Chao suddenly stunned. He looked carefully at the pile of pen-written stories as if turning the camera upside down in his mind.
That is the story he wrote!
Why is this story almost the same as the video scene in Chen Zhuo's computer, except that one is a video image and the other is a textual version.
What does it mean
Continuing to read the pictures in the memory, the story also has a nearly complete description of the second video.
[On the screen...
Lu Yanfei still sat where he was for the first time, his suit ironed and his pen was quite clean, his messy hair was taken care of, and his whole body regained his energy.
This was the feeling for Chen Chao at the time, but sitting in front of the computer and watching the scene in the video at this time gave him a completely different shock. 】
【...】
[It looks like a stiff, dead face, like a delicately retouched photo embedded in the muscles of the face. It is obviously a gentle smile, but it gives people a creepy weirdness.
Chen Chao clicked the mouse and controlled the screen to play at a rate of 1/2, while staring at Lu Yanfei's wrist.
In the video, Lu Yanfei got up and left. When he pulled the doorknob open, a wrist was exposed from the cuff of his right hand. The wrist was reflected on the white smooth door, like a rough mirror reflecting a vague shadow.
The video was paused and the freeze frame was maximized. Chen Chao's eyes were almost on the display screen. Although the image was still blurry, Chen Chao still distinguished that the wrist was cut with scars.
Disorganized, staggered, shocking! 】
The video in the text narrative version is almost the same as the real video on the computer. The only difference is that this is just the beginning of a story in my memory.
In reality, this became a real thing that happened, and it was recorded into a video.
in addition,
The protagonist in the text is a psychiatrist named Chen Chao. This is obviously the protagonist of the story he made up by substituting his own image, but in reality, this seems to be a personality that he has forgotten? ! !
Ps: I'm confused, I don't know where to go—writing is a must for me, but life should have a backbone!
Although it is unfortunate to be a slave, it is not terrible, because knowing the struggle, after all, there is still hope of struggle. If you find beauty, admiration, and intoxication from the life of a slave, you will be a slave who will never recover!
--Lu Xun
After so many articles by Lu Xun, now I am finally touched by the words!
Sad, sorrowful!