The villain is not crazy

For a moment, it feels like a lifetime has passed.

Like a fleeting moment, a meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a short trace—he caught all the key tails, but it was too late.

At the last moment, he made a decision - if, if things had come to an irreparably bad end, if - the last thing he wanted to see happened...

If you think about it from the worst angle, the worst is nothing more than death.

Death means that everything can never be repeated, and there is no chance to correct it.

But at this moment, he didn't even want to believe it himself.

Yes, he doesn't believe in himself.

Even faintly, he was a little afraid of himself—the current Su Qingyi, everything he did now was really his own decision at this moment—has he not been influenced by anyone else?

He dared not think.

He was afraid, and deeply terrified.

In his final moments, he sent a message to everyone.

Because he clearly realized that his time was running out—the huge change that was about to ushered in made him dread, fear, and panic.

This short message of less than three characters reached the mobile phones of all the people listed in his mobile phone address book a few tenths of a second later.

【leave me】

Thanks to the development of communication, thanks to the power of technology.

The moment this text message was sent, Su Qingyi thought, there is only so much he can do, that feeling that has been bothering him and making him feel inexplicably uneasy——finally proved not to be his illusion.

At a certain moment, he even thought that he was thinking too much.

It turned out not to be.

It turned out that everything was hidden from the very beginning.

And this moment will come—he even breathed a sigh of relief.

It was like a stone in my heart was finally let go.

I don't know if anyone will have such an idea. At the last moment, the last moment of life-the last little time they have left for themselves, they are willing to use the last bit of thought to tidy up their appearance, like any party attendees A gentleman, as decent and composed as they are.

So……

Su Qingyi tidied herself up and tried to be as decent as possible.

Well, come on.

Probably already had a premonition, he was very calm, without any gaffes, until the familiar tsunami-like force swept into his body - he even slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

Yes, he even smiled a bit.

Since he can't win, he doesn't want to lose so badly - if he can, he even wants to say: "It's nothing more than that."

Unfortunately, no chance.

He faintly felt pity.

Then fell into a long deep sleep -- or rather, memories.

But the content was too long, so long that he fell asleep before he even remembered it.

The cell phone that he placed next to the pillow ding-dong at this moment——【Your text message was not sent in time, please resend it】

But he couldn't hear it.

-

"You'll regret it eventually."

In the darkness, maybe not the darkness, but a deeper place, a strange yet somewhat familiar voice kept ringing—as if in a cave, creating echoes over and over again.

But this cave does not have the phenomenon of refraction weakening, the second time is always exactly the same as the first time, so the echo seems to be endless, constantly, constantly...

In the end, it turned out to be getting bigger and bigger, completely violating the conservation of physics, and it was getting bigger and bigger, resounding in my mind.

With a bang, he woke up from his dream in a jerk - because he was too panicked, he knocked a pen on the table to the ground.

The azure blue pen whirled and spun until it hit the corner of the table before stopping.

He stared blankly for a long time before bending down to pick up the pen——Who am I?

He suddenly couldn't remember.

The ignorance that had just come out of the dream did not allow him to panic. Only that state of indifference continued until the mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly—he woke up again.

This kind of awakening seems to have awakened all his cells fundamentally. After a short hesitation, he suddenly reached out and took the mobile phone in his hand - it was like a monster with claws out, aware that he was trapped, Constant struggle.

On the light blue background of the screen, Mr. Huang (doesn't work) is written.

The three words in the brackets kept him silent for a long time, until the sudden call ended silently.

Useless?

He was still pondering over these three words, and while feeling strange, he developed a sense of exploration for no reason.

Useless for what?Why didn't it work?

The two questions that suddenly popped up in his mind made him stare at the three words of Mr. Huang, and some wanted to call back and ask.

However only some.

The idea of ​​suddenly flipping up is like a bubble popping up and bursting suddenly—he suddenly felt bored, so boring, these people, these things, so boring.

By the way, who is he?

It doesn't seem to be that important.

He looked at everything on the table, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly - let him find something interesting.

The pen was twirled in his hand, like a blue butterfly flapping its wings lightly. He seemed to see everything in the illusory shadow, and it seemed as if he hadn’t seen everything. It was like waves layer upon layer trying to annihilate him, but while being covered up, he suddenly broke free from that obsession, as if he was attracted by other things, so everything was irrelevant.

The sunlight outside the window shone a little, and the notebook in front of him was editing an unfinished document, but all of this made him unable to recall the slightest quality.

Boring, so boring, not in the mood, want to sleep.

He stood up and wanted to fall back on the bed—preferably without waking up, because all of this was boring, like a clown farce that makes people feel extremely boring.

Then he fell on the bed and thought - his emotions seemed quite interesting.

So when he closed his eyes again, he turned up some aftertaste properties, as if the matter of exploring himself suddenly gave him a bit of quality again.

But who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do next?This way of thinking is different.

It’s better to keep everyone from guessing. He seems to have a rebellious heart in his heart. If he wants to be right with the whole world, everyone else has to do it, so he has to do it.

For example, normal people should be flustered at this time, but he should be calm and composed.

Normal people should be curious, but he wasn't curious at all.

He suddenly seemed to be surprised by this discovery in his heart, as if a small flower bloomed in a barren area, and then popped out of the ground like an infection—he was so happy.

Because in all the boring and boring surroundings, he finally found the only interesting thing.

It's him.

He loves his conflicted emotions and affectation.

He must love himself very much.

He himself is so lovely.

Then I thought, am I a little narcissistic?

But it's really interesting. He turned over and sat up from the bed, and began to be curious and exploratory about the creature 'himself'. He flipped over his phone, and the phone listed a pair of Mr. and Ms. whose surnames began, but there were only two parentheses at the end. Kind of, that is somewhat useful and useless.

Wow, the note 'myself' is so cool too.

He marveled in his heart, touching the screen like a mutant, feeling extremely excited for that 'self'.

He must be a great guy.

He thought to himself, and then clicked on the unedited document in the notebook.

It was a story called Su Qingyi, the only drawback was that everyone had a happy ending.

Su Yuanfu and Wu Xiyi are happily together, the two reunite after a broken mirror, and find their true love in the absurd and bizarre world.

The bald girl became popular and was no longer bald.

Lu Yue successfully got rid of the shackles of the system and found herself, and lived her life in an ordinary way.

Su Qingyi finally lived happily with a man named Tumi.

He frowned at the document.

This story is so nasty - why should all people be happy together, happy?What a boring and pale word that is. Everyone in this world should be immersed in pain, struggling in it, and finally lose themselves and their souls.

Whoever wrote this story must have had a completely uninteresting soul.

What about 'self'?

Ah—the self who is afraid of chaos in the world and who is always looking for contradictions, of course he has to do something more interesting.

But the hand that was just about to move seemed to be blocked by something, and the man was typing on the keyboard - don't move.

Huh? ——

He stared wide-eyed at the uncontrolled hand.

[I am Su Qingyi] This is written on the keyboard.

No, no, no, I'm not such a boring and boring person.He shook his head violently in refusal.

【I am Su Qingyi】

【I am Su Qingyi】

【I am Su Qingyi】

The remaining consciousness in his body typed these five words over and over again, and he actually felt a little bit of sympathy.

Because this person seems to have only this name left, so it is repeated over and over again stubbornly.

What a pity.

he thinks.

These humble and cowardly souls lose nothing in the end, and they may not even have their own names.

He really sympathized with this 'self'.

Well, you are.

He compromised: "So? So what?"

So your attachments are really worthless.

While saying this, he directly deleted the document.

There is no trace of everything: "Look—how boring, stupidly calling my own name, I can't do anything, I only know how to touch myself blindly, if you are really me, you will be defeated to nothing .”

what--

Ah, I'm not really a big fool named Su Qingyi, am I?

He glanced at the phone again - it didn't look like that idiot's phone.

He doesn't classify everyone into categories.

Why do I have to add so many onomatopoeias to my mental activities, and then I answered this question by myself - because I think it is very cute, as for why I want to make myself cute, because I think it is very interesting, it will make people repulsive and disgusting It's all fun.

Wow, thinking like this, I really am a hateful bastard.

whee.

He closed his notebook, feeling a little curious about the world.

For example, that guy named Tumi actually lived a 'happy' life with him—wow?This is really interesting, the mood to tease this person is enthusiastic, he can't wait to meet him and see this person's reaction.

How hopeless and sad will it be?

Excited just thinking about it.

whee.