Chen Chao's back was dripping with cold sweat.
The sound of chiseling in the brain overlaps with the sound of writing in the memory, and the story described in the text overlaps with the video of reality!
What the hell is this
His eyes shrank sharply, and there was pitch black ink in his pupils fainting and rolling, like a black room roaring in hysterics.
He frowned and continued flipping through the pictures that emerged from his memory. The figure was still writing quickly, and the story on the pages was still being recorded.
In the text of the story, Xu Nanyi, Lu Yanfei, and Zhang Shouli appeared one after another.
Xu Nanyi was a doctor just like the real counterpart, who died in the fire.
Lu Yanfei is that lunatic patient.
Zhang Shouli is his husband and vowed to seek revenge.
Chen Chao is the protagonist of the novel and has been completely involved in the events of the story from this moment on.
The characters in the narration are almost perfect in reality.
Chen Chao felt a bit cold at the root of his teeth. It was impossible that he had moved the real story into the novel, because the time sequence did not correspond.
His novels were written before the amnesia, and the real story happened after the amnesia.
So the only possibility is that someone has performed the story in his novel perfectly in reality.
A creepy conjecture appeared in Chen Chao's mind, and he continued to search for the text and story that emerged in his memory:
[Rain water flows down the cracked window shed into a line, knocking on the rusty iron ladder, making a "clanging" crisp sound, with the rust falling off and muddy the puddles on the ground, reflecting in the puddles The soles of the feet that were stepped on.
The splashing water wet his tights, Chen Chao casually hung the black umbrella upside down on the window rail, carrying a bag of instant noodles into the house, the yellow dog curled up in the sofa nest sniffed his nose, jumped down quickly, and changed shoes in Chen Chao I don’t know where to hide.
With the fallen dog hair sticking to the sofa, Chen Chao sneezed fiercely and yelled inwardly, and then saw a few meat buns on the coffee table yesterday. Now there is only an empty bag left with his feet licked clean. Shiny dog basin.
"Sizzle!"
Pull open the packaging bag, pour all into the pot, and boil the noodles.
Unscrew the gas stove, a faint flame came out, and then went out.
After trying two more times, Chen Chao pulled out the gas tank under the stove. With great strength, he lifted the gas tank off the ground with one hand, shaking it left and right twice, the gas tank bottomed out.
Fucked his brows, Chen Chao took out his cell phone, opened the address book and found the phone with the note "Old grandson", the "beep" phone rang, and no one answered for a long time, and Chen Chao was a little impatient. When I was about to hang up, the call was connected.
"Hey, cough cough, who?"
The nasal sound was heavy as if he had caught a cold, and his voice was hoarse and muffled, and the old grandson's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"... The gas is gone, I'm cooking here, please send a tank of gas quickly."
The phone immediately hung up, leaving only the blind tone.
the other side.
The curtains were tightened, and under the dim light, there were two rows of gas tanks neatly placed in one corner of the dilapidated warehouse. A backlit figure squatted in front of the old grandson, who was lying on the ground with a heavy gas tank pressed against his chest and his ribs. The horrible depression went down, and a few pieces of white broken bone stubble pierced the flesh and looked hideous and bloody.
His chest was like a pulled bellows, panting, the black blood sprayed from his throat and nose would wet the phone beside his mouth. The old grandson listened desperately to the sound of the phone hanging up, and the strange man wearing a mask in front of him Move the phone away from his face inch by inch, then put it back in his hand.
Holding a communication device capable of calling for help with the outside world in his hand, the old grandson did not dare to dial any number at all. He just stared in horror, looked at the other party raising an arm, and slammed it down.
The arm flicked and made a "hissing" sound, and a vague whip shadow was gently drawn on the gas tank. The sound of "crack" bone cracking was rapid, and the entire breast ribs collapsed again, and the whole body seemed to be rolled from the middle. Broken, broken viscera and blood spurted from the open mouth, splashing on the gas tank, like a black lotus in full bloom. 】
Chen Chao rubbed his stiff cheeks, and he seemed to understand why the old grandson had to die.
"It is to correspond with the content in this novel!"
"The plots that have appeared in my novels so far have all been staged in reality!"
"What on earth is this almost harsh to perfect correspondence for?"
For the time being, regardless of how the "script" of this scene was written and performed in reality, I just said that after all the troubles to come up with such a big show, what is it for in the final analysis
"Let reality and fiction overlap!"
"This is foreshadowing!"
"Let my memory of the novel be closed, this is to make my cognition biased!"
"Let me believe that Chen Zhuo is me!"
"So, was Chen Zhuo a non-existent person from the beginning? All this is to make me believe that there is a living person Chen Zhuo living in this world?"
"This is shaping a character in a novel to live. If the background story I set for him is all interpreted in reality, wouldn't it be equivalent to the character already existing in reality!"
Chen Chao swallowed. He felt that this idea was very strange, but his instinct told him that this idea was very close to reality!
"This is a novel I wrote myself!"
"And now, someone put it on a realistic screen!!!"
Think carefully!
The cold sweat kept wagging, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped his body. Chen Chao turned his neck stiffly. He looked at the face print on the window, and he felt that the face was deformed strangely and transformed into his own face.
"Chen Zhuo, Chen Chao!"
"The pictures with the face removed, the videos taken, and the closed memories. Everything is to make me believe that Chen Zhuo exists and that Chen Zhuo is me!"
"Someone wants me to believe that Chen Zhuo is real and he is me!!!"
Chen Chao's face was dull and stinging.
"How to shape a non-existent person in reality, the best way is to replace it with an existing person!"
Chen Chao stared at the face print on the window, and a terrifying thought came to his mind:
"This is the character in the novel I created, trying to replace the bureau I set up!"
same time.
The ink in the trusteeship was smashed, and finally couldn't condense to form. The tool was stepped on the sole of the shoe and rubbed back and forth, turning it into fuzzy sole prints on the ground.
"If someone has to replace you, it can only be me. Other people, whether they are true or not, will have to die!"
The tool man gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists. Now he and his host have a common enemy. This is a stronger contract than the escrow agreement...
ps: Under certain influences, waiting for the dust to settle, everyone who understands understands it~
In order to prevent it from spreading, the last dead end is to engage in the official account + prepare new books + write extras. . . . .