My three roommates are not human

Chapter 77

I waited quietly for two seconds, but no sound or image responded to me.

I stood quietly where I was, with the flattering smile I had just put on on my face, not daring to relax for a second.

Time seems to be frozen here, only the occasional sound of flesh and blood growing and the handwriting appearing out of thin air on the book, constantly reminding me that the incident is still going on, the story is still going on, and everything is not over.

After a few minutes, there was still no response.

I'm starting to wake up a little bit.

What was I... expecting?There are so many books without readers in this world, how can I be sure that at this moment, someone is really looking at the story through my perspective?

What's more, this book is not over yet, it is still expanding on paper, and the probability of having readers for unfinished stories will be greatly reduced.

And... even if there are readers, how should they communicate with me?

When I read books myself, I often resonate with the main character, but even if I do find him real, I don't really feel that he is a living person-to be honest, no sane person does. think.

Even if I see a performance in the book that is similar to the passage I just expressed, I will only feel that this is a kind of literary technique, this is the content of the expression, and I will not really feel that at this time At this moment, there is a living person in the book who is asking for help.

No reader will believe that I really exist.

……hateful.

There are too many obstacles in front of me. I am like a beginner in obstacle running. Even if I pass the first two obstacles, I may not be able to run the third one.

This book may not have readers, and readers may not realize that I am really asking for help, and even if I win the big prize, if there are readers who meet these two points, what can it do?How can it help me?

Go to the author's house to revise the manuscript?I'm afraid he will be caught by the police in the next second.

By the way, and the most important point - this is why I always use "it" instead of "he/she".

I'm not sure if the readers are human.

It’s as if we human beings create many non-existent races when we create—the me standing here at this moment may not be a virtual race.

Not all characters will be blessed by the author, and almost every book will have a few villains whose values ​​are distorted and do not conform to ordinary people's aesthetics.The "distortion of values" that I usually think of is just looking at the problem from the perspective of our human beings, but now, what if I am not facing human beings?

What if in their world, human beings cannot control values ​​at all?

What if my act of asking them for help happens to be a sign of moral failure in their civilization?

What if... this is a book in which the villain is tortured by fate?

By the way, although I am the protagonist, no one has ever stipulated that...the protagonist must be in line with everyone's aesthetics and public morality.

It's not necessarily just that I don't like me, maybe, my birth itself is for the moment of destruction later.

I felt that my rationality gradually returned to its original position with the analysis, and my heart, which was about to burn, also gradually cooled down.

The author and the reader are not separate, they are the real two in one, belonging to the same family.

I am the alien who is not understood by them, stared at by them, and judged by them.

I can only rely on myself.

Thinking of this, I took a step forward, but the next moment I was frightened half to death by the sudden sound that came into my ears.

This is definitely not an exaggeration—at this moment, I have long since given up asking readers for help, and I am almost hopeless, preparing to continue the investigation without hope, but at this moment, a voice suddenly entered my ears.

It's not a male voice or a female voice, it's not a thick voice or a crisp voice. I really want to find a correct adjective to describe it, but after searching all the words stored in my brain, I can't find a suitable one.

For the first time, I felt that apart from images, sound can also be so abstract.

The moment it opened its mouth, I could feel that a "person" was speaking, but there was also a feeling that thousands of troops were kicking my eardrums.

"Hey," it said suddenly to me, "who said no one is watching you?"

On the surface, this voice came to me from all directions, but as long as I pay a little attention, I can find that this is another voice emerging from my heart—this "person", which makes my heart understand its voice.

It was exactly the same as the applause I heard last time.

The voice that suddenly appeared was like the voice of thousands of people...

My eyes widened, and the steps I was about to move forward also stopped here.

I can't believe this actually happened.

"Are you..." I asked tremblingly, "Are you a reader?"

Feeling that my words were inappropriate, I quickly corrected them: "You guys, are you readers?"

The other side was obviously not as nervous as I was, so it snorted quickly and quickly affirmed my question.

God, I feel like now I wouldn't be so surprised if suddenly dinosaurs reappeared in the Jurassic.

If this voice represents the reader and those three lumps of flesh on the ground represent the author, then...

So now, the three main characters that make up a book appear in the same space at the same time.

Readers, authors and protagonists, at this moment, we each share a piece of world in different forms.

Amazing, really amazing.Even now that my life is in danger, I am moved by the miraculous scene in front of me.

By the way, "author"?What kind of reaction will they hear the reader's voice?

I looked down, and the three of them could no longer be described as lumps of flesh. Their bodies were well-developed and almost complete, but some parts still lacked some flesh—for example, the hollowed-out chest exposed a piece of flesh. A beating heart, the right hand is fully developed while the left hand is still a bone with a little muscle and so on.But apparently, they've started the final round of renovations, and soon, they'll be exactly like the original.

But they didn't stand up.

After hearing that sound, they have been lying on the ground like this... no, not lying down.

The incompleteness of the legs made me misunderstand their movements, in fact, if their legs were fully developed, then, this should be a...  

This is a kneeling motion.

The three of them were kneeling on the ground. Because of the incompleteness of their legs, their knees were crooked, and they looked like they were lying on their stomachs.They lowered their heads, their throats were fully developed, but they didn't say a word.

... Is the author so humble in front of the readers?

This doubt was quickly suppressed by the rising excitement. I didn't want to think about the things that confused me. After all, a questioning machine and the biggest bug had appeared in front of me.

How could I still focus on "abc is actually kneeling".

"You, how did you manage to talk to me?!" I heard my voice trembling.

So excited, so excited, I felt like a bright road suddenly appeared in front of me-the only time when I called for help, someone answered my call for help.

There was no reply from the other side.

I suddenly thought about the limitation of the world - I am in my world, and they do not belong to this world.

Perhaps, like Deng Qi in the past, they will be restrained to a certain extent on some issues.

I immediately changed the question.

"So, then," I gritted my teeth and asked the most critical question, "What should I do next?"

Soon, the other side gave me a response.

"Continue to search that bookcase," the voice rang out, "You will see everything that can answer your doubts."

I really have a guide! ! !

For a moment, tears filled my eyes, and I immediately believed the words of the "reader" and walked forward.

After taking two steps, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

...Wait, how did the readers manage to tip me off?

It, how does it know the plot? !

Not right.

I tentatively asked a few questions first.

"Since you know how to develop next..." I was afraid that it would get angry directly, so I said tactfully, "Then why don't you just tell me everything?"

"Why do you want me to see it myself?"

"噗嗤" laughter soon came from the opposite side, and I blinked my eyes in surprise - I thought this kind of synthetic voice could not make such a personal sound, but I didn't expect it to be able to laugh out loud.

"Frankly speaking," the other side seemed not to want to go around with me, and hit a straight ball again, "You're doubting me, aren't you?"

"It suddenly occurred to you, how would the readers know the development of the plot, right?"

I was speechless.

The voice continued to tease: "Look, this is the best proof that I am a reader-your status is updated all the time with me, and every thought, every thought of yours can't escape my attention." Eye."

I felt ashamed and felt as if my panties were being seen by the other side.

"Don't be ashamed, we're not interested in your underwear either. Just tell the truth from now on. The No.1 protagonist can't hide it from readers." It seems that my status is really updated in real time, even this shame They were quickly discovered by the opposite side.

The other person seemed to think for a while, and suddenly answered my question: "I am indeed a reader, and I know the plot because I have a certain relationship with the author."

"What is the relationship, I don't want to say it now."

"Because——it will be a spoiler."

ha? !

I stood speechless, and the position of the other party's voice was unclear, so I looked like a madman who was staring at the air.

"Yes, as you can see, the author has had some accidents now—"

The voice on the other side lengthened, and the three guys on the ground suddenly trembled.

Oh, they are really authors.

"But the story still has to move on."

"Do you know why you are so confused now?"

I shook my head. I knew that the other party could know that I was shaking my head, so I didn't make a sound.

"...You're so lazy, so what if you make a sound." The voice on the other side was very humane, and even started to complain about me, but quickly changed the topic back to the topic.

"You are confused now because, your pen has been handed over to you. The person who is writing this book now—is you."

What, what? !

Although I had a little premonition when I saw the handwriting turned into my own, but now that I really face this reality, I start to feel in a trance instead.

can i write...?I'm a trash who can't even pass the professor's test for a small composition essay...

"Yes, that's why you're confused."

"In the first half of your life, every minute, every second, every moment you thought your subconscious mind, or your own choice, was actually a trace left by the author on paper."

...my worst fears turned out to be true.

Even the subconsciousness and intuition I thought I thought were all decisions made by others for me.

"But it's different now. When you don't know all this, you suddenly lose the author as the leader."

"You have truly become the master of your own life, Xia Ze."

"No one will give you options, and no one will bury your subconscious into your head. All your actions and choices are based on your own will."

"You're alive."

To be honest, I was actually not very happy to hear this, which means that the first half of my life, in the mouth of this "person", cannot be regarded as having lived at all.

My life was denied.

"But if you come back to life, is this story over?"

ha?

I was suddenly asked a question, and my monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

"If this story stays in the world and you suddenly realize that you are alive, do you think it is reasonable?"

"Will the readers be satisfied?"

Oh, I seem to understand what it means.

If the story stays here, then... so many mysteries have not been solved, not to mention the readers, even myself, cannot accept this unfinished ending.

"Yes, so, even if there is no author, even if the protagonist wakes up, the story cannot stop."

"I need you to keep this story going."

Its words gradually deepened, and I could feel that its ethereal and mysterious voice gradually became serious.

"I can tell you the clues, appearing as an expert in the world, but I can't tell you everything that will develop next."

"Until now, Xia Ze, your performance has made readers very happy. We don't want to see your story end in such a bad way, spoiled by an inexplicable creature."

"Everything must be discovered by the protagonist himself in order to have fun."

"The story cannot be told in a straightforward manner. The story must have twists and turns and continuous ups and downs."

"That's what we like."

I tried my best to hide what was on my mind, but found that I couldn't hide it from this group of readers—even if I didn't think about it, there would be words like "I'm trying to hide what's on my mind" that tell readers everything about me. shit.

So unhappy.

Now I fully understand the relationship between me and this group of readers.

On the surface, they love me and look forward to my story.But in fact, I am just a fun for them.

My pain, my anxiety, my doubts, when they come to them, they will all become exciting dramas to pass the time.

Even now, they know everything that will happen, and they won't tell me.

Just to make the story look "pretty".

Of course they know that I will be sad, sad, and scared, but for them, this is only part of "pretty".

... I have no reason to criticize them, because it was the same when I watched it.

Who would have thought that a paper man would come to life?

Even if he knew it, who could personally understand that everything written on the paper was his real life experience?

I strengthened my eyes, walked to the bookcase in front of me, and followed the instructions of the voice, and pulled out a stack of white papers on the right-although I despise those "readers", I have to admit that under their guidance, my exploration became more and more exciting. It's very easy, at least, you don't have to flip through one by one, trying to find which one is the real important clue.

...What the hell? !

I exclaimed, for the first time, the first time I saw someone I was familiar with appear on paper! ! !

It's fat.

I quickly flipped down, if, if so, then, then——! ! !

Sure enough, Xiaoshou, Gong Dang, monitor... After hastily skimming through the profiles of these people, I saw a familiar figure.

Those obsidian-like eyes looked at me through the photos and through time.

Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that his photos are different from others.

His photos are very "human".

It's Deng Qi, I found Deng Qi's information!

I pulled it out excitedly, with an excited smile on my face, but in the next second, it froze on my face.

I understand the malice of these "readers".

I could feel my hands trembling, and at that moment, I understood why the "reader" was hiding and refusing to tell me what was going to happen next.

All of this is to make my emotions drop sharply at this moment, reaching what it calls "twists and turns".

In order to make this story "beautiful".

The information of people is written in black and white on the paper, the content of the information is very rich, and each and every living character is vivid on the paper.Among them, the first line of words is the meaning of this person's life.

On most of the papers, everyone's "meaning of life" is blank, without any writing.

Only the few papers I have read have the meaning of life, such as "creating famous songs that will be played in the library in the next century", "pushing physics forward", "writing books that will last forever" and so on.

There is also such a line of words on Deng Qi's paper.

But unlike these meanings of life, his meaning of life is, is...

I almost crushed the white paper in the palm of my hand. In an instant, I understood why he was depressed after seeing everything in the door, and why he kept emphasizing that his love was "human love" from the heart. And why has a very strong tendency of self-destruction, and strives towards death.

It was clearly written on his line.

"Love Xia Ze, love him with all my life and energy, until death comes."