The villain is not crazy

Mother Lu opened the door and took a look, then stretched out her hand to call Father Lu who was beside the bed.

Lu's father came over lightly and lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... are you still sleeping?" Mother Lu took a look.Some were exasperated, but they didn't dare to amplify their voices, fearing that they would disturb Lu Yue, so they panicked a little: "What's going on, in the end... okay..."

"I said I was tired..." Lu's father was also blindfolded: "I saw the doctor and said there was nothing wrong. I took a bottle of glucose, you know that..."

"I know... what did you say, I'm asking you." Mother Lu said angrily, "It's the flesh that fell out of her, it's not the flesh that fell from your body, don't you feel bad... our child, she is so old Now, she has her own ideas, she can do whatever she wants, so why don't you get meddled."

"I..." Lu's father was hit by a blow, "I didn't say anything." He was really wronged: "I just came to see her...Look at the man she fell in love with..."

He felt quite uncomfortable: "Who is it, our family is like this every month, and we haven't seen a call yet."

Speaking of this, Lu's mother felt uncomfortable and panicked.

The two looked at each other and sighed at each other.

"I'm so worried." Mother Lu said.

Then she frowned again: "Forget it, forget it, she can do whatever she wants."

Wait for Lu Yue to wake up.

Lu's mother and Lu's father were both guarding her bedside, and her voice was still a little weak: "Dad...Mom..." The evil pen system shocked her to death.

"Hey——" Mother Lu sighed, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"What do you want to eat?" Father Lu followed closely.

"No...it's okay." Lu Yue suddenly felt a little wronged—after all, these were not her own parents, and she just came here to pretend to be Lu Yue. The real Lu Yue went somewhere, and she also I have never thought about it, and I dare not think about it.

It's probably the same if her parents are around.

But she can hardly remember what her parents looked like.

Can't think about it.

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, and she no longer had the capital to be sad.

"Dad, Mom, go out, I want to be alone for a while..." she said softly.

The wooden door was pushed open silently, and when Father Lu was about to leave, he glanced at it rather reluctantly: "If you feel uncomfortable, just call us...we'll be outside, alas—don't be too uncomfortable."

"Well, I see Dad." She said.

When the wooden door was closed again, the pain and bitterness that had just risen from the bottom of my heart slowly faded away.

"Whatever you think, it's not mine." She said to herself, and the softened heart became hard again.

live.

Don't think about those sevens and eights-you don't have the qualifications, you robber who steals other people's identities.

Lu Yue glanced at the gloomy weather outside the window, and the corner of her mouth slightly tugged: "Don't be hypocritical, Lu Yue, you are not a good man or woman."

"System, I will do the task."

"But I have conditions."

Tumi went out to meet a client in the afternoon. It was a very important client, and he had made an appointment a long time ago. If he could talk to this client this time, his pressure would be much less.

On the way back, he drove the car and stopped at the entrance of the supermarket, thinking about what to cook for the night. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the clouds in the distance were dyed brilliant red. He suddenly thought that Su Qingyi could change the plot by changing the plot. To change all the BUG skills.

He thought for a while that if he borrowed this and wrote a few innocuous words standing behind his back, he would not have to live so tired, then he shook his head lightly—everyone wanted to take a shortcut, but... He never believed in taking shortcuts.

Call him pedantic or brainless.

He prefers to hold it with his own hands, even if he is a little tired... But he is also practical, let's eat a big pot of meat at night, it looks real.

The parking lot at the entrance of the supermarket was already full of cars, and it was rush hour again, so Tumi made a big circle and parked the car. Seeing that it was late, she called Su Qingyi and said she would be back later.

Su Qingyi hummed over there, and said something casually: "I don't know what to do, my dad hasn't come back yet."

"Call me," he said, walking over to the bronze sculpture and standing down.

"Wait." Su Qingyi hesitated: "I...I, oh, forget it, you can talk about it when you come back."

"What's wrong?" His voice was a little tense, maybe something else happened.

"It's nothing." Su Qingyi's voice returned to normal: "I'm just thinking about it... You know, it's not about those few things, I'll discuss it with you when I come back, by the way, be careful when you come back. "

"That's fine." Tumi couldn't ask anything for a while, "I'll be right back." It seemed that he needed to buy less food, and he deleted half of the list he had just made in his mind.

When paying the bill, Tumi took out the card, and suddenly his right eye twitched wildly several times. He was not a superstitious person, but with his own experience, the original pure materialism became less materialistic. Thinking: The left eye twitches, the right eye twitches badly... Could something really happen.

This unreasonable premonition made him a little uneasy, and the cashier who scanned the goods was probably a novice. He failed to scan twice, and called her colleague—a middle-aged man with a slightly older grade. Women come.

Tumi was a little agitated.

But he didn't show it.

It's just that the air-conditioning around him became more intense, which made the already clumsy cashier even more nervous. He didn't dare to raise his head, and just communicated with that colleague in a low voice.

Tumi: "Are you ready?"

The middle-aged woman showed an apologetic smile on her face, and brown dark spots accumulated on her face: "Wait a minute, this barcode needs to be re-entered, sorry."

Tumi shook his head: "It's okay." He felt a little regretful—maybe he was thinking too much?

But what happened later, let him know that everything was a sign in the dark, it's just the difference of sooner or later.

In fact, the seeds of instability have been planted long ago.

When Su Qingyi pressed the publish button, he suddenly felt some regret - this kind of regret came a little strangely, he didn't know what he was regretting.

However, he just felt... Maybe he shouldn't do this, maybe what he is doing now is wrong and incorrect.

But...he didn't know what was wrong.

He thought: Everything he did was to end, yes, he wanted to get a better ending. Before being disturbed by other plots, he decided the ending of everything himself... What's wrong with this? ?

He re-examined his article again. It was just a few thousand words, and he dawdled for an afternoon. Several times he doubted life, and several times he was interrupted by inexplicable, unknown source of fear that came from his heart. , and sat down again in his seat several times, and then typed these words.

He has an impression, can remember, when he changed the plot for the first time, so he knows that he can do it, and can really affect the world - just through a few short lines of text.

So he is confident that everything he wrote down can happen.

Now that everything has happened as he thought and expected, then what is he afraid of and what is he regretting?

He suddenly remembered an unknown imaginary enemy that was fantasized and identified by them, affecting the plot of this world, maybe it was indirectly affecting him, it was interfering with his thoughts.

This kind of cognition makes him more determined-he thinks that what he thinks now may not be what he thinks, but is affected. This kind of unreasonable feeling is really suspicious, and it may not be spontaneous from his heart came the idea.

So, he finally chose - to change.

At that moment, from the moment of mouse movement to publishing to clicking, within a few tenths of a second, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his head - he suddenly remembered something that he had vaguely overlooked.

When he changed the plot and tried to manipulate the world when he had impressions and memories, his original wish was not to hurt Tumi—but the result was completely contrary to his wishes. He not only hurt, but even hurt deeply. !

And this time?

And...he thought again at that moment: Is this really the first time he changed the plot?Maybe earlier, at the very beginning, when everything hadn't changed, when Su Qingyi was still a psychopath, did he also change the plot to make all this happen--did he change it? How many times?

Is his own current memory really all the memory?

How many are affected?

At that moment, Su Qingyi thought a lot, all the things that he seemed to be blocked all the time, and he couldn't think through, all became clear.

Then came the rambling regret that he shouldn't have continued.

But once again, under various chances and coincidences, he was faintly tempted by this power, influenced by this ability, and continued on.

And what kind of disaster this time brought him, he couldn't imagine.

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