This is a continuous story without any logic. I just wanted to play at first.
Now, I think it's very interesting, so I have been writing it. You can start from the first chapter, or you can start from now, or you can leave it alone. There is no difference or influence. Because there is no direct connection and logic between stories, just for fun.
——Jiang Chen, September 27, 2021.
"Thank you for being there." Jiang Chen looked at you, his eyes touched. At this moment, he knew you saw these words. For him, as a talker, he was deeply moved. He even wanted to stretch out his hand to pinch your face and tell you, "Thank you for being there."
You must be thinking, is Jiang Chen crazy? I'm just passing by, why pinch me? What's more, how can you reach out from the screen?
Well, please don't be surprised. It's normal. Now I wonder why you read this meaningless article? If you want to read the topic, you should read the topic now. Let's go, then. I went to apply the mask, and you? Consider closing the screen in front of you. Then close your eyes, drop two drops of eye drops, and tell yourself: it's time to wash your eyes.
Hello, I'm Jiang Chen.
On June 13, 2021, I released the story of the mentally ill in Dream Chenfeng. At that time, I just wanted to flirt with life. In the era without the Internet, life was very slow, and we could calmly face and know everything. If you are deep in the mountains, you can even live a carefree life. However, in the present age of the Internet, everything is fleeting and people can't respond. In the era of information explosion, I am at a loss, especially when watching the wonderful news. So I want to flirt with life.
But on July 9, 2021, after the appearance of the story of the mentally ill (II) Borrowing a knife in Dream Chenfeng, I found that the story was a bit out of control.
Because I found that I could not control Feng Murong. It seems that he can go anywhere in the story without any restrictions. At that moment, I had a little fear. In the article, he said that I didn't explain to him how to get out, but I couldn't make it up, and he could get out if he wanted to
Shit, I'm not going to let this guy out!
Then, after the appearance of the story of the mentally ill (III) on August 17, I felt a bit stressed. Because Zhang Xiaoxiao made a deal out of control, which changed Feng Murong's freedom. At that moment, I felt that the whole story was a bit weird. Don't laugh, I'm really a little scared, because I'm the author, but my writing is no longer under my control. Even, the story began to be a little logical, but the question is, what logic does a mental patient tell?
The most important thing is that the image I originally painted for myself was "handsome and unrestrained Yushu with elegant demeanor in the wind", but in the third story of the mentally ill, it became "the trend of hair becoming 'protruding' gradually, and hair began to lose at the age of 24. Habitually, he has long hair, and his glasses are shiny. Looking at the thickness of the glasses from the corners, he can feel the depth of myopia. A pimple on the corner of his mouth is particularly bright, and his beard is full of stubble. He is wearing a pair of yellow checkered shorts and dark khaki short sleeves.
Damn it, the script is wrong!
I cursed and turned off the computer, but somehow I heard a sentence: "The end of September, it's time to write the fourth chapter."
I turned my head, empty.
Sleep? I will not write until October!
Cheng Lin is a little tired and wants to go back to the house to rest.
As a mental patient, he felt that he was the only one who was sober. Compared with Feng Murong, such as Zhang Xiaoxiao, and Jiang Chen, he is much more sober. Even Zhang Zhiyuan, the only security guard in this psychiatric hospital, is more sober.
But why did you come here? He forgot. It seems that after a long dream, the world will have its own after waking up.
"Strange thing, why is my door open?" Cheng Lin muttered and walked into his room. At this moment, he felt that he was in Iraq.
There were signs of fighting in the house and blood flowing on the ground. He looked at a man in a security uniform who was slowly standing up. There was no doubt that it was Zhang Zhiyuan. In front of Zhang Zhiyuan, there was a man, flowing blood all over the ground.
He turned his head to look at it, his face full of surprise. Cheng Linyi looked at the situation, turned around and ran quickly.
Running out of the ward, Cheng Lin subconsciously runs along, only to find Zhang Zhiyuan following him with a knife. At this moment, Cheng Lin wants to turn around and scold, "Amitabha, lay down the butcher's knife and become Buddha..."
Cheng Lin's footsteps rang all over the mental hospital, but the surprise was that no one came out to look. It seems that meddling has become the most fatal injury to the world. When Cheng Lin ran to the end of the corridor, he found that the door of a house was open. He pushed the door and was about to lock it, but it was broken by a strong impact. It was Zhang Zhiyuan who had also come.
Zhang Zhiyuan seems to be talking about something, but Cheng Lin doesn't hear it clearly. He subconsciously grabs the knife, only to find that Zhang Zhiyuan's hand doesn't grasp it.
The next moment, Cheng Lin subconsciously pierced Zhang Zhiyuan's chest.
The blood gushed like a fountain, and dyed Cheng Lin's face red. At that moment, he felt the heat from the human origin, his eyes became dull, and what came from his ears was the only heartbeat in this silent world.
"I killed someone..." Cheng Lin muttered to himself, looked up at the monitor, and suddenly remembered that he could use the monitor to prove that he didn't kill anyone, that he was fighting back in self-defence, and that he was innocent
Cheng Lin takes a knife and walks to the monitoring room step by step
Jiang Chen holds the computer and writes on the keyboard with both hands. It seems that for him, existence means writing, and what he writes will be his inner story. He was confused and confused. In all the unknowns, he wants to see through all the mists to find something
Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at you, but there was a smile on his mouth, and the blue light of the screen was reflected on his glasses.
"Everything is under control. It's OK."
……
As I watched the years go by, I found that the dust of the times had once again fallen in the south of the Yangtze River beyond the Great Wall. I watched the sky gradually darken, and turned on my mobile phone to know that it seemed to be cloudy again tomorrow, and it might even rain or snow. I sat in the car, stared at the sign at the door and sighed. It was still a long time, but the sun was blocked. There was no trace of heat in the bright sky.
Mengchen Mental Hospital, New Island.
Feng Murong is practicing Wuqinxi. At the age of 24, he has begun to study how to live longer. In the other room of the mental hospital, Zhang Xiaoxiao was curled up on the bed. After all, it was a little hard to live without heating in October. Crouching in bed, there was no movement for a day, and life stopped at this moment. In an old room in the easternmost part of the mental hospital, Jiang Chen was still typing on the keyboard, writing while muttering: "If you don't write, you will die..."
I watched all this through monitoring. If there was no murder case, no endless story, I felt everything would be beautiful. At this moment, I turned to look at another probe, but Cheng Lin took out a knife from nowhere and stabbed a security guard in the chest. Later, he raised his head, and the splashed blood dyed the ferocious face red. He stared at his head as if he could see me. In my amazement, I saw that he looked down and ran out again. And his track seems to be coming to me.
I was a little flustered. The control room has two doors, one in the east and one in the west. I hurried to lock the door he was about to rush to. When he knocked the door, my heart seemed to jump out of my throat. Through the only window of the door, I saw his face full of fear and ferocity. At this moment, he stabbed through the window. I hurriedly dodged, and the door was pushed open by him at that moment. I hurried out of the other door.
He was shouting, he was holding a knife and flapping his teeth. I ran hurriedly, regardless of the way, but I subconsciously ran to Feng Murong, because in my eyes, he was a magical person, and it seemed that everything in his world could do whatever I wanted.
"Open the door to Feng Murong!" I shouted.
My feet are fanning on the ground like cattail fans. It hurts! But the pursuit of death made me lose all reason. At this time, Feng Murong shouted: "Drive Nima! The best secret of longevity is to mind your own business! What's more, which psychiatric hospital is open to patients?......"
When I heard that I should mind my own business, I quickly turned and ran away. Between three turns and two turns, I accidentally ran into a room, but found that there was no new way to escape. At this moment, he also rushed in. I turned and wrestled with him.
Can not help but say that when people reach a desperate situation, they often have different strength. When the knife passed my hand, the pain seemed to disappear and the panic disappeared, but I was very angry. I twisted the knife against the wall, opened my mouth and bit his hand. At the same time, he loosened his hand and kicked my knees into my legs. I fucking! The pain at that moment made me subconsciously hold the knife to his head! With the sound of "?", he stared at me, looked at the wall and sat down straight, and the pain was walking in my nerves at this moment. When my hands were loose, my hands covered the key position, and my legs slowly knelt down like an X
I don't know how long it took me to recover. My legs were still shaking. I looked at Cheng Lin in front of me. My eyes were numb and my blood was pouring... I unconsciously touched the position where I was kicked. It seemed that everything was OK.
When I slowly stood up, I turned my head and found Cheng Lin staring at me. At this moment, there was another Cheng Lin lying in front of me, but the blood was pouring but people could not see clearly
Jiang Chen looked at the keyboard in amazement. Each key was making an inexplicable sound. On the screen, all the stories changed again.
At last, the glasses on Jiang Chen's greasy face were shining, but only a few words were reflected:
An endless loop.
The story ends.
Note: This story comes from the first episode of Love, Death, Robot and the third episode of Witness.
