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Text: Episode 24
1.
Yang Shanting touched After touching the ground and feeling around, there was a layer of soil covering the outside of the coffin, and there was a lot of space to climb out of the hole.
It stands to reason that when the coffin was buried, it was impossible not to discover the cavities around it, but if it was found that there were cavities all around, who would take the risk of digging a hole and burying the coffin?
If the shovel was too heavy, wouldn't it mean that the land collapsed and the dead and living were buried underground? Did someone dig these holes after the coffin was buried?
Yang Shanting has one hundred and twenty questions in his mind. But now in this situation, if you go back, you won't be able to climb up the hole and return to the ground. There is only this downward path in front of you.
"I said, Lao Wu, there is a downhill road ahead. You can climb down slowly in a while. Don't worry! You must be careful and don't go down!" Yang Shanting instructed.
"Third brother, I know." Tao Shoude responded from behind Yang Shanting.
After calming down, Yang Shanting stretched out his hand to touch the ground and climbed down carefully. His heart went cold after he had moved less than half a meter. The descent was much steeper than he expected. , now I basically can't hold my body shape, and I can't slide down even if I scream! He put his hands in front of him and grabbed at random to no avail. After a few grabs, he felt a pain in his crotch. It turned out that Tao Shoude had also slipped down, and just like him, he grabbed Yang Shanting's lifeblood with both hands. Yang Shanting hurriedly raised his feet and cursed: "Little calf! Where are you going to catch you!? Let me go quickly!"
Tao Shoude was dizzy and couldn't hear anything. He just opened his mouth and choked. Mouth of dirt.
"Tell you to let go!" Yang Shanting tightened in pain, his face was in burning pain, and his crotch was in heart-wrenching pain. He could no longer care about the others and turned over to clamp Tao Shoude with his legs. Yang Shanting suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, his head buzzed again, and then he lost consciousness with a muffled groan.
Besides, Tao Shoude only felt that the legs holding him loosened, and then his sliding body stopped. He quickly spat out the dirt in his mouth, spread his hands and said, "Third brother? Are you okay? Right? I was wrong!"
After seeing no movement for a while, Tao Shoude reached out to pull Yang Shanting's leg.
"Third brother?" Tao Shoude asked again. Yang Shanting still didn't move, but his legs started to move.
Tao Shoude couldn't catch it, but when he reached out his hand again, he touched Yang Shanting's feet. Tao Shoude thought that the third brother might crawl forward again and silently followed Yang Shanting without making a sound.
Except for the sound of Yang Shanting's body rubbing against the ground, there was no other sound. Tao Shoude didn't feel anything was wrong. He just followed Yang Shanting and crawled forward until he accidentally touched his hand while crawling. When it reached Yang Shanting's feet, he was extremely shocked! What he clearly felt on his hands was his toes! Could it be that Yang Shanting was crawling on his back?
"Third, Third Brother, don't scare me!" Tao Shoude's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his nose felt sore, followed by a shiver in his crotch.
Yang Shanting still did not answer.
Tao Shoude raised his ears and listened carefully. Except for the sound of "rustling" on the ground, there was still no other sound! At this time, Tao Shoude felt his scalp numb, thinking about what it would be like to have a person crawling on his back?
Should I crawl forward or crawl back at this moment? Tao Shoude is in a dilemma!
"Third brother?" Tao Shoude shouted again, thinking about Yang Shanting's usual voice and smile. Although they had only known each other for a short time, they were very friendly. Now this situation must be investigated clearly at all costs.
But I don’t know if he can find out clearly.
2.
November 21st, sunny, 18 degrees below zero.
11:02.
Cao Chengrui opened his eyes.
After taking antipyretic medicine, he felt drowsy.
"Are you going to write it in the style of the Republic of China, or about a supernatural tomb robbery?" Li Ling walked into the bedroom with a glass of water, and the heat was rising. "The Internet is full of criticism, saying that this novel cannot be followed, and the author's writing is messy "I'm just showing off my writing skills."
"Really?" Cao Chengrui nodded and shook his head.
Li Ling put down the water glass, put her hand on Cao Chengrui's forehead with concern and said, "How about I get an injection?"
"It's okay."
"Don't be so pretentious!" Li Ling tucked the corner of the quilt for him, "I know you feel uncomfortable when Lao Tao is gone..."
"I don't know why I'm alive."
"Why? For me!"
"For you..."
"Yes, for me." Li Ling stood up and said, "I'll go out for a while. Please be nice." Keep it at home, don't wander around."
Cao Chengrui was alone at home. He watched Li Ling go out, leaving only his beautiful back. This reminded him of the time he was hospitalized after being beaten, with such a beautiful back.
While he was reminiscing, the phone rang.
"Hey, Xiaoyue." Cao Chengrui cleared his throat and said.
"What's going on these days? I don't answer my phone calls."
"I'm sick."
"Is it serious?" Yang Xinyue's voice sounded He was very nervous and said, "I want to see you."
"My girlfriend is at home."
"Ah, yes..."
"Is something wrong?" Cao Chengrui sat up straight.
"Yes, but you are sick."
"It's okay, just tell me."
"I haven't seen Yaoyao for several days. "
"Did you go somewhere to play?" Cao Chengrui picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip.
There was no sound from Yang Xinyue, and after a while she said, "I know, you should have a good rest." After that, she hung up the phone.
Cao Chengrui put down the phone, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
There was a "boom" and someone knocked on the door.
3.
The midday sun shines into the house through the window, and the frost on the glass gradually disappears.
Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Cao Chengrui opened his eyelids, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes. He stood up from the bed with a groan and walked to the door and asked, " Who is it?"
"Old Cao, it's me, open the door!"
"Brother Liu?" Cao Chengrui heard the familiar voice and opened the door.
The man outside the door was about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a white down jacket and had broad shoulders. He looked like the kind of "tough-backed, bear-waisted, dark and strong man" mentioned in the storytelling. When he saw Cao Chengrui, he opened the door. He grinned widely and said, "How are you? Are you feeling better? Your sister-in-law took the child to a relative's house and asked you to have something to drink." Then he raised the bag from the Asia-Pacific Supermarket in his hand.
Cao Chengrui subconsciously took the bag and let the visitor into the house: "You find a place to sit first."
"I also bought a Fu Yixi roast chicken, and There are chicken shreds and red sausage, please cut them up!" The visitor was not polite, took off his down jacket and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, shouting: "I don't know if my kidneys are bad or something, this I just started sweating for a while and felt exhausted."
Cao Chengrui was listening in the kitchen when he suddenly felt dizzy and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"How is your novel writing going?"
"Still insisting on writing." Cao Chengrui answered as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Oh, what should I say to you? I think you should find a job.
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"Brother Liu? "
"Huh? "
"Liu Yinghong? ”
“Yes, what’s wrong with you?” ”
“Then who am I?” "
Liu Yinghong sat on the sand room, crossed his legs and said, "You are Cao Chengrui. "
"Are you here to see Tao Qiwu? "Cao Chengrui trembled as if he was electrocuted.
"Either I'm here to find him, or I'm here to find you. Liu Yinghong motioned for him to sit down, "I think you should know now that those chaotic and changing writing styles are not your handwriting at all."
Do you remember drinking with me in the restaurant? Remember that conversation with me in the coffee shop?
He can resurrect me, resurrect Tao Qiwu, and resurrect anyone in the article.
We can also control our past and present lives. "
Cao Chengrui frowned, pondering.
"Resistant, unwilling to accept this. Liu Yinghong stood up from the sofa and walked to the computer, "You are creating your creation, but this is not your creation." ”
“But it’s all so, so real...”
“Maybe this is his life, he just writes his life out... When people are dreaming Never realizing it was a dream. Everything in the dream is so real, but when people find out that it is a dream, it is time to wake up. "
"But Old Tao..."
"He doesn't really exist. "
"No! Cao Chengrui was extremely angry, "You are the one who is illusory!" You are a figment of my imagination! ”
“You are right to say that. "Liu Yinghong turned to look at Cao Chengrui and said slowly: "I was also created by him. "
Cao Chengrui gritted his teeth and sat down.
"I was created by him... I was killed by him countless times..." Liu Yinghong pointed. Computer, "In the story, I'm going to die again. I'm a tomb robber who doesn't deserve a good death. And I will kill Tao Qiwu. After saying this, Liu Yinghong smiled self-deprecatingly and looked around, his eyes full of fear: "But in this story, it was Tao Qiwu who killed me." "
"This is impossible. ”
“Why is it impossible?” He thinks of himself as a god! Far-fetchedly applying good and evil to the characters he created! And you and I are played by him at will. If he wants you to be a good person, you will be a good person. If he wants you to be a bad person, you will be a bad person! ”
“There are no 100% good people, and no 100% bad people. "Cao Chengrui adjusted his breathing. As his breathing became steady, he realized that the things in front of him were distorted.
4.
I opened my eyes and made a long Dream.
He reached for the head of the bed, picked up his glasses and put them on. He felt as if his neck was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands, and he couldn't help but lift his hand and pull at the skin in front of his neck.
Pick up the phone and unlock the screen.
December 12, 8:27, minus 22 degrees
I sat up and the temperature in the room was not high. , compared to the temperature in the bed.
I can’t remember the details of the dream. I only know that it was a terrifying dream.
Yes, it was a nightmare. >
5.
The message prompt brought Cao Chengrui back to reality from his memories
He clicked on the message, it was Yang Xinyue:
If it is convenient for you. , I want to meet you.
The sunshine outside the window is just right, and the snow on the house is dazzling.
Cao Chengrui thought for a moment and replied: Okay, where can I find you?
“Old place. "
6.
It was still the same restaurant, in the same location. Cao Chengrui looked at the snow outside the window.
A few minutes later, he saw Yang Xinyue's figure - a white down jacket and a black skirt, black leggings and white boots, wearing a red woolen hat and long hair.
"It's so cold today."
Yang Xinyue's face turned red from the cold.
He nodded, poured a cup of hot water and put it in front of her.
"It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time." Yang Xinyue planned to hold the water glass with both hands, but because it was too hot, she flicked her hand away like a rabbit.
Cao Chengrui looked at Yang Xinyue, "Well, I've felt it for a long time too."
Where did that time go?
7.
The snow dances like catkins in the wind, and some flutters hit the glass window and scatter.
I tried to withdraw my thoughts and calm down, but to no avail. My heart was filled with emptiness and felt like it was weighed down by a huge boulder. This feeling cannot go away for a long time, it is empty, helpless, and directionless.
Yang Xinyue, who was sitting opposite, looked at me, opening and closing her lips, but I couldn't hear clearly what she said. She was sometimes smiling, sometimes frustrated, excited and disappointed. I frowned and tried to listen, but I could only hear the whistling wind. It's really scary. I want to speak, but my mouth won't obey.
My eyes can move and my brain is thinking, but my body is not under control.
Like a nightmare.
But I'm not afraid.
Everything is so natural.
My behavior is being controlled by others.
And I discovered this.
This sudden idea made me feel very excited.
It was like finding out in a nightmare that it was all fake!
I remembered what Liu Yinghong said. Just now, I saw him—Liu Yinghong, who was already dead! He is dead in this world, but he is alive in another story!
Perhaps he was facing another death.
8.
"It took you so long, but you finally figured it out."
Cao Chengrui followed the sound and looked at Liu Xinyue, who was sitting next to him. Yinghong was looking at him with a smile.
Yang Xinyue seemed to not be able to see Liu Yinghong. She was still talking to herself, her mouth moving but there was no sound.
Liu Yinghong picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, "It's time for you to wake up."
"Now these..." Cao Chengrui's eyes looked from left to right, "These Are they all created by him in this story?" After that, he looked at Yang Xinyue and said, "Including her, she only exists in this story?"
"Maybe she also exists in this story? In other stories, the name was changed, the identity was changed, the personality was changed, and the appearance was changed." Liu Yinghong put down the water glass, stretched out his right hand and waved it gently in front of Cao Chengrui's eyes. Cao Chengrui felt his body shake and he could move his hands and feet. .
9.
I raised my hands and looked at them. They really belonged to me, but they didn’t necessarily belong to me.
"Were you a tomb robber in the last story?" I clenched my fists vigorously to confirm that the hands belonged to me, "I remember Tao Qiwu wrote a short story about the late Qing Dynasty. Stories about tomb robbers and bandits in the early Republic of China."
Liu Yinghong nodded and said, "Yes, I am a tomb robber in another world."
"Interesting, you are here. In the world created by Tao Qiwu..." Before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by Liu Yinghong, "Tao Qiwu himself was also created."
"It's so confusing that I feel dizzy. .” I laughed to myself: “Everything about us is created... Our families, our lovers, our experiences, the sufferings we have suffered, and the sins we have suffered are all created.
"
Liu Yinghong was stunned and murmured: "I have a wife and children. When I found out that all this was false, I tried to remind them. "
I remembered what Liu Yinghong's wife said when I went to Liu Yinghong's house with Tao Qiwu a few months ago.
A few months ago?
It's really ridiculous. What's the point of these times? It's just to advance the plot.
Liu Yinghong coughed slightly when he saw that I was cold, "I know why you and Tao Qiwu are in the public." Is it different? "
I shook my head.
"Because he integrated his life into your life. He thought for a while and then said: "You and Tao Qiwu are his incarnations, you are him, he is us, and then..."
"Then?" ”
“Then he also discovered this. He over-integrated his thoughts and experiences into yours! He feels that this is inappropriate, and he is afraid of letting more people know about his dissatisfaction. He is worried about being laughed at, insulted, and spurned... because he has accomplished nothing!
He imagines that he is a best-selling author, but in reality, or in his world, he is not; he imagines that he is not short of money, but in his world, he wants only one dollar. He was so worried; he often thought that he could have a perfect love, but in fact he had never even touched a woman's hand!
It’s so funny, he’s scared, he feels pathetic, he’s going to kill you in this story, kill you-Cao Chengrui, kill him-Tao Qiwu! "
"Wait a minute..." I suddenly realized something, looked up at Liu Yinghong and asked, "How do you know all this? ”
“Maybe I didn’t know? But in his countless thoughts and stories, I live, I die, I am a good person, I am a bad person... But this time I have a home, a wife, and children. He asked me to work hard and support my family. , my wife and children are on the hot bed, and I can’t let go of this life. Liu Yinghong lowered his head, "But he took it away again... I am Tao Yinghong?" Liu Yinghong? Tao Yinghong? Zhao Yinghong? Cao Yinghong? Zhang Yinghong? He said and sneered, "Haha...who am I?" "
"Who are you? "
10.
I think I know it all.
"That's interesting. "I grabbed my neck with my hand and looked at Yang Xinyue - her mouth moved and finally made a sound: "8, 2, 5, 4, 8, 7, 4, 4, 6, 4..."
Liu Yinghong lowered his head and smiled crazily.
"I am you. "I looked up and looked out the window, the sky was filled with snowflakes.
"Yes, I am you. "I pointed to the sky outside the window.
The falling snow became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
Yang Xinyue opened her mouth and stared at me blankly.
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Liu Yinghong stopped laughing and raised his head, "It's your turn, you will be the next person to be written to death!" The story should end. "
"The story has just begun. "
"Let's go. ”
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