Chapter 190 Doubt. Belief. Moonlight.

All people are manifestations of your inner personality.

All copies are stories you have written.

These two sentences kept swirling in Yu Liang's mind, making him unable to help but frown.

Why would this memo be so clear about his situation?

Is this really what he left behind before he lost his memory?

If the real Yu Liang left it to him, then what exactly did he want to do?

Want him to wake up from his dream completely?

Yu Liang instinctively didn't believe these things, but everything mentioned in the memo hit his reality at the moment.

In fact, he had thought about this issue after the rabbit game.

If he really only spent five minutes in the dream, then at what time did he meet Xu Cixi?

He can complete the task and return to reality, but what about Xu Cixi?

Xu Cixi needed to come back from Wangcheng. How could he return to Haicheng so easily and quickly, so that he was caught by Li Huachao and brought to his home that night?

Five minutes is the time for a dream, but did he dream of the rabbit-shaped god, or did the rabbit-shaped god dream of him?

No matter what the situation is, there are things that cannot be explained clearly by logic.

When he returned home at that time, he simply attributed these things that were wrong to the fourth dimension, and then stopped thinking about it.

What made Yu Liang feel even more confused was——

He really couldn't remember what he wrote in his first book.

I only remember that it was a collection of short stories with a suspenseful and supernatural theme, a collection of all his fantasies in high school.

May have written...

zoo?

Prison mirror?

Rabbit game?

Smiling moon?

Yu Liang tried his best to recall, but after opening the table of contents of the book in his memory, he could only see the chapters "Zoo", "Prison Mirror" and "Rabbit Game".

These are the things he is experiencing now.

And everyone he met seemed to be a reflection of a certain personality of his, a character generated in his mind.

It's just like……

In the afternoon many years ago, he wrote the first word like this.

First customize a world view, then generate the personality settings of the main characters, and finally let all the characters take the stage to unfold the plot.

create.

Naxu.

universe.

Writer is such a profession.

Everything that happens here is completely in line with his own logic. Even if there is something irrational, he will subconsciously ignore it, or forcibly erase it in some strange way.

Yu Liang felt that his head was a little dizzy. He wanted to find a fatal loophole that could break this lie, but for some reason he couldn't find it.

On the contrary, the "real-life Yu Liang"'s home from the prison mirror copy appeared before his eyes.

"Realistic Yuliang"?

No, that was his true self at the age of eighteen, a guy who gradually became paranoid and crazy in the dark days.

Gloomy and silent, with mid-range grades and extremely unsociable.

On the one hand, there is no hope for improvement, and on the other hand, he has amazing talent, but that talent is only known by the notebook where he records inspiration casually.

after that……

The weirdness of the first book made him achieve unprecedented success, but at the same time, it also caused him to lose his crazy and stubborn inspiration. Since then, his books have languished and never improved.

Yu Liang's eyes focused on the memo on his phone again. Among the blank documents, black text slowly emerged.

——

[You who once saw the light can no longer accept yourself falling into darkness again, and your paranoid desire to create will eventually swallow you up.

So you are crazy.

You escape into the weird universe you have spun.

Here, you are the protagonist, and the whole world revolves around you.

From the lowest starting point to standing at the top of the world, you must try your best to get everything you can't get in reality.

But with the character traits you have set for yourself now, there are many things you cannot do.

In fact, your subconscious mind knows that if you do those things, you will be richly rewarded, so you have arranged a "creation" ability for your career as a writer, and borrowed it from others...

Do what you cannot do.

No, as I said, whether it is Li Huachao or Lu Baoshen, these people are all manifestations of your own personality.

It is precisely because of this that all the crazy actions done by Li Huachao or others will ultimately benefit you.

If you think about it carefully, in fact, many times in the past, illogical things happened at every moment.

So now——

Do you still think I'm lying? 】

Yu Liang closed his phone and kept thinking, trying to find loopholes in this argument, but found nothing.

Clicking on the page, he used the Brave Seal on himself, but it was of no use.

He was only shaken by the words on the memo, not a negative state.

Or maybe this negative state comes from the source of the ghost story, which he can't solve with a simple seal.

Yu Liang felt that he might have forgotten something.

Lost some memories and filled in some unfamiliar memories.

It's not necessarily a stranger, it may just be that he has forgotten these special memories in the past.

perhaps……

Is this really just the fantasy of a lunatic?

Those people who applauded the new book were actually there when he wrote his first word at the age of eighteen?

Because he was obsessed with the glory of the past, he wrote these stories again.

No, the memo is fake.

Absolutely fake.

But why couldn’t I really write it down later?

I really can’t write it down.

Only the ability to produce garbage.

——

["Your writing is very spiritual, but that was all in the past."

"Then this book..."

"I don't know what happened to you, why is it like this now? What you write is suspense and horror, not youth pain literature. I need bizarre and twisty stories, not lyrical... Sorry, that's possible It would be hurtful.”

"Even if I publish it under my original pen name...doesn't it have any commercial value?"

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Yu Liang."

"..."]

He couldn't even go back to his original pen name, because that would only disappoint his former fans even more.

He doesn't like people to disappoint him, especially in something he thinks he's good at.

This is the only thing he's good at.

is fake.

This is false.

How could he be crazy.

Is it like the plot of those cheesy novels?

When I woke up, I found that hundreds of thousands or millions of words were all just a dream, or...

A mentally ill man raving in front of a white wall?

Yu Liang was stunned for a moment, and a memory appeared in his mind for no reason.

A man sat in a snow-white ward, facing the wall and talking to himself.

There was a somewhat unfamiliar but calm voice in the background.

"The patient's condition is not good. As you know, normal people will also have obsessive thoughts, but they often do not last. Under special psychological and social factors, such as a great sense of responsibility, excessive demands on oneself, changes in living environment, etc., These external factors will also push obsessive-compulsive psychology to its peak, which will gradually evolve into delusional disorder."

"He should have had this symptom for a long time."

Yu Liang frowned deeply again, he could no longer tell the difference.

The memories in his mind seemed to have been plowed over by something. Now he had a headache. He tried several times to calm down and sort out the memories, but he failed.

Was this memory really something added to his head?

Or did he find his lost memory?

These memories that appeared out of thin air were all very real, and he really couldn't tell them apart.

No, these things must be fake and weird stories.

Even if the grammatical habits of these words are exactly the same as his.

Even if he can't find a point to refute.

Even if...

At this time, the reason in his heart told him that this must be the influence of some kind of strange story.

However, "reason" needs an outlet. If he cannot prove that the statement in the memo is wrong, he will inevitably have doubts.

Suspect?

Yu Liang remembered the words he had just seen in the underground parking lot.

Suspect.

Belief.

Eat.

"Doubt" is the first step.

This must be the influence of some kind of weird story.

definitely is!

Yu Liang convinced himself not to think about this problem anymore because he felt some kind of crisis.

Those minced meats I just met along the way...

Something eats them and spits them out.

This shows that it is not eating the physical body, but eating something spiritual.

For example, "doubt", such as "faith".

It seemed that a good explanation had been found for the occurrence of this phenomenon, and Yu Liang also felt that his mind was a little more stable.

It's the work of some kind of weird creature.

A monster that can modify the player's memory at will to find the most vulnerable point in the player's heart.

As long as the emotion of "doubt" appears in the player's heart, it will appear to devour the player, and the player at this time will be the best ration.

The things in the memo and the modified memory did make him a little unstable. Even now, he still can't find a loophole enough to break through those remarks.

To a certain extent, those remarks already have a complete logic, and he can tamper with his memory at any time to repair himself.

His vision gradually returned to clarity, and the first time he regained consciousness, he noticed that at some point, the smaller half of his body had been shrouded in blue-white moonlight.

On the wall of the safe passage, a small symbolic hole was opened, leaking a beam of moonlight.

The moon has never been seen, just a beam of light.

The body shrouded in moonlight had completely melted.

Starting from the left shoulder, a small piece of flesh diagonally downwards disappeared, replaced by minced meat dripping on the ground.

His left shoulder, left arm, and left hand turned into minced meat and slowly piled on the ground.

Before that, he was walking towards this beam of moonlight.

Go to death peacefully.

If he hadn't woken up in time, he might have turned into the lump of minced meat he had just encountered.

As if he noticed that Yu Liang was a little more awake, the small hole in the wall immediately disappeared, and the moonlight disappeared without a trace.

When a person who is suspicious is exposed to the moonlight, he will gradually turn into mince.

It's like being swallowed bit by bit by the moonlight, chewing it thoroughly, and finally spitting out the residue other than "nutrients".

Yu Liang felt his left hand and found that he had no feeling at all and no pain at all.

But he didn't panic. Losing his left hand was not that troublesome. If he could escape from the copy, his left hand would still grow back.

On the contrary, he thanked Moonlight for eating.

This moonlight should be eating the "doubt" in his heart. If it hadn't eaten the "doubt" in his body, he might not be able to get out of that state in time.

Although there was no emotion on his face, Yu Liang knew that a cold sweat broke out on his back.

This invisible thing is the scariest thing.

Without an entity, he didn't even know what kind of monster he was facing.

character.

stamp.

Props.

professional ability.

None of these things were of any use.

As long as he is affected and begins to doubt his own existence, the all-pervasive moonlight will appear and slowly feed on him.

Even if it was discovered, it was not angry at all and just left silently, as if it had no emotions similar to human beings.

But how does a thing without emotions find the weakness in his heart and design a perfect set of words to attack his heart?

He even modified his memory at will.

Yu Liang tried to recall his first book, but still couldn't remember it.

In other words, the shielding of memory continues.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are difficult to remove and will only slowly take root and sprout.

only……

He already knows what it probably did, so he shouldn't doubt himself anymore, right?

Yu Liang turned on his phone again, and the software "Tiantian Jili" sent him a new notification at some point.

Tiantian Jili: "The last reminder has been sent, Fairy Girl can only help you so far, come on!"

He clicked on the memo again, but this time there was no new content on the memo.

So where’s the last tip?

Just when he was confused, a familiar person opened the door of the funeral home and got out.

Xu Cixi.

The first moment she saw him, Xu Cixi had a cold expression, her right hand transformed into a hamster's furry paw, and she looked at Yu Liang warily: "Who are you?"

She came out of the funeral home.

He had guessed before that when he met "Xu Cixi" on the seventh floor, he knew that he was coming to the funeral parlor, so he didn't catch up with him. Instead, he might have chosen to take the elevator.

At this time, Xu Cixi also noticed his left arm and a small puddle of minced meat on the ground, so she frowned: "Have you developed 'faith'?"

Yu Liang still didn't speak, because he saw a slogan made of fluorescent material next to the open door of the funeral home.

be safe.

It's just that part of the material that said "pay attention to safety" fell off, the treasure hijab with the word "安" disappeared, and the "王" under the word "Quan" also disappeared.

So at a glance, this slogan became——

Pay attention to women.

Is this the last tip from Fairy Girl?

In fact, she didn't need to say anything, he would also be suspicious of Xu Cixi who suddenly appeared in this place...

Suspect?

The fairy aunt's prompt had just made him doubt himself, so much so that he was eroded by the moonlight, so now this prompt should be the other way around.

Does that mean you have to trust Xu Cixi?

But trust...

Meeting familiar people in an unfamiliar environment is never a good thing.

Suspect.

trust.

A choice needs to be made.

In the dark, Yu Liang seemed to see a moon smiling.

A malicious smile.