I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

The book "Paper Figures" I wrote when I was 21 is actually quite different from my other books.

Compared with other horror novels that are either scary or philosophical, "Paper Doll" is usually evaluated by my readers as [the highlight of Kuroshio teacher's humanity]... Of course, this statement is still too exaggerated, according to my own thoughts Speaking of which, I was actually just trying to change the way of writing stories.

Because cruel stories can only make people angry at best, but stories with shining humanity in cruelty will make people feel more painful with mixed feelings.The shock brought by the death of a simple villain or a simple good person is far less than that of a villain who is greedy for life and fear of death, and finally dies to save others, and a person with noble humanity finally dies covered in dust and stigma .

But this kind of thing is a bit deliberate, the traces of the author's manipulation will be obvious, and I will not deliberately break the plot into a discordant look just to see the readers crying and afraid of screaming, so people in the book will have What kind of ending, I decided from the very beginning based on that character and environment.

[Emotion] and [reason] are the two most important things when I write.

As for "Paper Doll", strictly speaking, I was not very satisfied after writing it, because the sense of manipulation is too strong, and some parts do not meet my pursuit of "emotion" and "reason", but it is precisely that part, Instead, it received a lot of praise, and then inexplicably got the title of [Highlight of Humanity].

Doesn't this imply that everything written before me is too inhumane?

Cough, off topic.

In short, "Paper Doll" can be regarded as a unitary story composed of small stories. At first, the paper doll was just a gift from a mother to a little girl, but one night, the mother and daughter who lived alone were robbed and killed. The paper doll was held in the arms of a little girl and was stained with the little girl's blood and gave birth to a "spirit", which became a kind of monster.

Many years later, the burglar Jinpen washed his hands and had a family of his own. After having a wife and children, his wife saw a beautiful and cheap paper doll in a doll shop and bought it back. Give it to my daughter.

The robber didn't remember the poor mother and daughter killed by him many years ago, let alone a small paper doll.

But after the paper dolls came to his home, the robber often noticed that his wife and daughter would do some strange things, and their faces gradually became a little strange.

Finally, one day, the robber came home dazed from drinking, and when he fell asleep on the bed, he heard the sound of knocking on the door outside, and then various crackling noises.The robber was awakened by these movements, and walked out of the room with the help of the wall in a daze, and then saw a scene that made him suddenly sober.

His wife fell to the floor with blood streaming all over the floor. A man of medium build was holding a knife and walking towards his little daughter who had fallen to the ground step by step.

The robber rushed up to fight the man with the knife, desperately telling the youngest daughter to run.

But in middle age, the robber whose body was hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol was no match for the young and strong man. He was stabbed in the heart by the man and fell down. To that man's face and his youthful face...

The same.

After the robber fell down, his consciousness became drowsy. Before he closed his eyes, he only saw the man pull out the knife that had stabbed him in the heart and continue walking towards his daughter. When he opened his eyes again, his vision suddenly uplift.

In front of her was the little daughter who was stepping back step by step, and behind her was the dead body of his wife who had lost her body temperature.

His consciousness merged with the robber who broke in, and his body uncontrollably killed his daughter with his own hands.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that the appearance of his wife and daughter in his eyes was very similar to the pair of mother and daughter whom he had robbed and killed many years ago.

...

The first story ended with the robber committing suicide insanely. The robber’s wife and daughter were actually fine. It wasn’t until the robber committed suicide insanely that what he had done in the past was found out by the police. They didn’t know that their husband/father had killed How many people were ruined.

The paper doll quietly disappeared from this home.

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I looked at the paper puppet eating wagashi in front of me, thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Xiaozhihua?"

The name of the little paper figurine is not fixed, because everyone who met her in the story gave her a different name, including "Zhizhi", "Xiaoqing", "Hui" and many other names. The character with the most names in all my novels.

Because the name is not fixed, when readers talk about her, they usually directly refer to the little paper man, and I usually talk about the little paper man, because there is really no representative name, but at this moment I think that both Jiao and Ryoko are different. I have my own fixed name, if I call out the little paper man, it doesn't seem very good, so I choose a name with a higher degree of recognition and call it out.

[Zhihua] is the name given to her by the mother and daughter who died in the opening story.

The little paper figurine who was eating wagashi paused and slowly raised its head.

Then he looked down at the wagashi held in Origami's hand, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and lifted the wagashi up.

The little paper figurine Zhihua, like Jiao without a corpse, cannot speak human language. In my setting, the little paper figurine is made of paper all over its body, so whatever it wants to say can emerge in the form of words. on any piece of paper.

Now there is no text emerging on the little paper figurine, I don't think she raised the wagashi as if she was avoiding me, and tentatively stretched out her hand in front of her.

The little paper figurine Zhihua gently placed the wagashi that she had chewed a few bites on the palm of my hand, and the words [for you] appeared on the blank paper on her face.

The handwriting is crooked and round like a child of four or five years old.

I felt the closeness conveyed by her.

So far I still haven't figured out why the curses born from my book seem to have a natural sense of closeness to me. Leaving aside Ryoko, Jiao also followed me silently for a long time before I could see it.

The reason for this is that I am the author of the book, and it doesn't seem very tenable to explain it, because in the professional language of magicians, this may be more like a kind of restraint in the dark?

And the situation of the little paper figurine Zhihua seems to be quite different from Liangzi and the others.

Both Liangzi and Jiao appeared next to me directly, but the little paper figurines appeared in other places, and were discovered and brought back by the magicians. Is there any special explanation for this?

"May I ask where you found her?" I raised my head and asked Gojo Satoru and the iron-blooded and tough principal... who fed wagashi to the little paper figurine.

"It was at the house of an old man." It was Gojo Satoru who answered aloud, "Based on the time, the little paper figurine should have met the old man who was going to sweep the grave in a cemetery four days ago, and followed the old man back home. Later, it was the old man who found something was wrong with the house, and we appointed a thorn to deal with it, only to find out that the little paper man brought it back."

"Grandpa..." I repeated, "Then I probably know."

There is a story in "Paper Doll" that the little paper doll meets a widowed grandfather.That is to say, the old man who found his wife's dead bones before he died, and died holding the dead bones as mentioned by the previous readers.

The grandfather suffers from mild Alzheimer's disease, so he regarded the little paper figurine as his granddaughter Xiaoqing who had been lost for many years. place.

That old grandpa was a human shaper when she was young, and the beautiful and repetitive twelve sheets on the little paper figurine were made for her by the old grandpa.

I guess the old man that the little paper man met in the cemetery is probably similar to the old man in the story, and the little paper man followed him unconsciously.

"It turned out to be lost. It doesn't look very smart." Liangzi poked his head out from behind me, looked at the little paper figurine, nodded and muttered, "It's almost like Jiao."

The little paper figurine Zhihua seemed to understand Liangzi's words, turned her head, and jumped up with lightning speed, and bit Liangzi's hand ahhh.

However, this level obviously failed to break Liangzi's defense, and Liangzi shook his hands to shake the little paper figurine off.

"By the way, when Liangzi and you guys appeared, didn't you appear directly next to me?" I looked at Liangzi and the little paper figurine who didn't get along well, trying to change the subject.

Ryoko paused, "The place where I appeared was quite close to Sake, and I came here after feeling you. The place where I appeared was Tokyo, and you hadn't come to Tokyo at that time. , he found you after you came to Tokyo."

Huh?

So if I don't come to Tokyo, Ryoko will be fine, wouldn't Jiao be able to find me?If you want to find it, you may have to walk from Tokyo to the place where I lived before... Well, but in this case, maybe Sho can learn to take the Shinkansen to come here by himself... right?

This topic comes to an end for now.

I saw the iron-blooded headmaster's eyes fall on the bag I was carrying, and after staring at it for a minute, he said in a deep voice:

"Jie, it's been a long time, why don't you say hello to me?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the air became quiet for a moment.

There was only the sound of Ryoko tearing the little paper figurine away from his hand, but there was no movement in the bag I was carrying.

I looked down, and Xia You kept his original movements. I felt that maybe it wasn't that he didn't want to say hello, but that he didn't know how to say hello.

"I made the curse skeleton you are using overnight." The iron-blooded and tough principal sat up straight and added.

...

[…Thanks for your hard work, teacher. ]

Xia You finally poked his head out of the bag.