I saw me on that website.
It’s a little movie called “Drinking Dead.” The cameraman’s point of view. The master is very drunk, her face is buried in a pillow, her hair is scattered like algae.
Is this a crime?
I was about to get rid of it and accidentally hit the master’s left shoulder’s pink birthmark, like a thunderbolt. What’s with the birthmark? The hostess flipped over her shoulder, showed a real face and disappeared.
She’s me.
“I” fell out of bed, and the white face was right in the camera, and there was no look, and there was no sign of breath.
I’m dead.
One.
Me? Some famous “type” website? It must be an illusion.
I flushed my face with cold water, and it was freezing.
I, Zhao Yi, haven’t been to a bar, I haven’t talked to a boyfriend, I’ve been a good girl since I was a kid, I’ve been in college for three years, I’m barely at school. How did this happen?
Somehow, the fine and detailed water gas has been covered in the shampoo. I wiped out the fog and the mirror slowly revealed my face — a desperate face.
I was scared back a few steps back, and my back hit on the wall of the tiles, and the coldness of the touch spread to the back of the spine.
No, it’s not me.
My face should be plentiful, my lips should be smiling, and my eyes should be bright. How could I be so desperate?
People in the mirror are staring at me, bleeding tears.
What do you want? I heard my teeth bite.
“Help me. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear her, but I know what she’s saying.
How? Are you the one in the little movie? Why are you acting like me? Aren’t you dead?
“I am you. I’m sorry.
No, you’re not. I shake my head. I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m freezing. Heavy, heavy air, I can’t breathe. What do I do?
The door was pushed open, Jojo stepped on high heels and walked in drunk and twisted, and I woke up with the smell of wine and perfume.
Jojo is my roommate, and I’m two extremes. She’s always the brightest one in the crowd.
We all came out of high school with the dusty face, learned to dress, learned how to paint the chalk, painted the eyelids slashed, groaned with the eyelashes, and Jojo wild up that fine face, even with the jaws so perfect and naturally unchallenged.
Her eyes were glamorous, her hands raised and her hands were unwittingly carried with her breath, and even standing in a bald classroom gave rise to the illusion of light and wine in minutes.
Honestly, she’s not the one that boys like, or they won’t admit they like it. After all, it’s a school, and it’s pure school flowers that deserve praise.
This is particularly so when it comes to Jojo, “I don’t know how many people have used it” and “pay money.” Many of the students claimed to have seen Jojo in a fancy car outside the Colonel’s door, but not the same one, all with a nose and eyes.
I’ve never listened to these rumors, and I still understand the truth about the gold and the ruins.
I had no contact with her until one day I saw her crying.
The girls cry in two ways, in pears and rain, and in a pathetic way, in spite of their image. Jojo is the latter.
I’ve never seen her so coy.
In the cold wind of the early spring, she was crouched on her knees in red and red, gnawed with her fists, wailing in pain and tears. The mascara cried in two dark showers, disfigured the makeup of its face, and there was a coloured wall that had been skinned by the rain.
More radiant than Doo-doo, more thin than Doo-doo.
I passed on the towel, and her eyes were a little shy and embarrassing, but accepted my kindness.
That’s the beginning of our friendship. Look at us. We’re like little ears and Lew in Left Ear.
Jojo’s roommate and she were in trouble. Jojo also designed a couple of girlfriends, two roses tied to two letters — the initials of our names.
Jojo’s making up in the mirror, so he reminds me, “Oy, the mirror isn’t good. I’m sorry.
Color? I blinked. There are two straight lipstick marks on the mirror. There’s no blood tears.
“I’ll take you to make your hair later. I’ll have dinner with the man the day after tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Ah, almost forgot. Jojo introduced me the other day to a male god, eight abs, the kind that looks like shit. But I’ve just been so scared that even if Lee asked me out, I wouldn’t be happy.
Listening to what I said about the little movie, Jojo was surprised, “The body must be delusional, but it’s possible to steal a picture. I’m sorry.
“I don’t drink. My family is very strict, don’t touch the wine.
“Not necessarily wine. Jojo’s the worst, “There’s more to be done with a girl like you.” Have you ever been sleepy and unconscious while you were out with boys? I’m sorry.
“I never go out alone with guys. I think about it, I can’t think of it. I’m afraid, and my parents are very careful.
Jojo frowned for half a day, “Look, it’s supposed to be a hotel. Let’s see if we can identify the place. I’m sorry.
Jojo turned on that video. The view of the camera, the hostess was very drunk and her face was buried in a pillow, and she looked up — a Japanese actor with many faces.
Jojo’s face is black, “You want to share a little movie, just tell me. How can you make up a story to scare me? I’m sorry.
It can’t be. How could I even be wrong? I’ve repeatedly identified it, but it turns out it’s an ordinary little movie, and it’s not me or the dead.
“You eat more papayas every day, or else I can’t believe you’re wrong. Jojo dragged me out of my dorm and went straight to the hairdresser.
I looked back when Mr. Tony started cutting his hair.
Jojo picked me a doppelganger, a green tea princess cut, Ping Liu Hai, two faces, black and straight, especially like the devil’s love in “Girls in Hell” with a bit of a mirage in purity.
Jojo’s been so grumpy, he’s even taking pictures, “Ii, it’s perfect for you. I’m sorry.
No, you can’t have this hair. My body began to tremble and could have resisted this hairstyle, wrong, not resistance, fear.
My face is pale and my teeth are so cold. I finally understand what I’m afraid of. That’s what I do in a little movie. I picked up scissors, and in the shocking eyes of Joe Joe and Tony’s teachers, I cut a big hair.
What am I afraid of?
Two.
Jojo had an appointment at night, and I was grunting Sydney soup on the stove and she was coming back for a drink. To save my tweezer, he consumed three Tony teachers.
In order to keep myself from thinking about it, I’m going to start the men’s contest and choose to paralyze myself.
The sound of Mika’s heart beats my heart, and the glamorous and straight glamour makes me laugh, and Zando dances with Liu Woo, and makes me so excited that I almost flip the monitor.
It’s cold, it’s cold.
Too quiet. The renters of the building were students, and at that time there was supposed to be all kinds of noises, phone calls, games, playplayers, and today there was only dead silence.
There’s a big fog out the window. I opened the window and the night fog was visible to the dormitory. The wind is whistling, the sheath leaves are whistling, and the plastic bag rolls. It’s strange, isn’t it the wind?
The computer started to play the video, and that little movie.
It’s still me. It’s short hair. I cut short.
I was shaking, as if I was surrounded by damp, thick and heavy fog.
No, it’s not like I’m surrounded by fog. The fog seems to weigh on my chest and I can’t breathe.
It’s from Jojo, “Don’t open the door. I’m sorry.
Don’t open the door for me? I haven’t heard what Jojo said yet. Knocking on the door, Jojo’s sweet voice came, “Dear, I forgot my keys. Open the door. I’m sorry.
I looked at the phone and looked at the door, and I couldn’t help it.
And e-p-p-p-p-p
Knocking on the door was very slow, for a moment, like a slow mortuary.
“Joe Joe, is that you? I’ve got the guts to speak out.
“Dear, I forgot my keys. Open the door. Jojo replied, no different from the previous sentence.
I got it. There’s a murmur. It’s a recording!
And e-p-p-p-p-p
I was busy talking video to JoJo, and her camera was shaking so hard that she couldn’t see her face and could only see that she was running at her best. “Don’t believe her, I’ll be right back.” I’m sorry.
Don’t wait for me to answer, Jojo.
The voice of Jojo outside the door came again, “Dear, I forgot my keys. Open the door. I’m sorry.
And this thing did not enter the door, and gave me a breath, and I cried out, “Is that what you say?” I’m sorry.
Knocking at the door stopped, and it was a terrible silence, and I kind of regret it.
Sound again.
“Honey, I’m buying a little black tube. I’m sorry.
“Siu Yi, Ii, help me order. I really don’t want to go to higher classes. I’m sorry.
“Ah-aah-aah-aah. I’ll send you a photo. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s me and Joe Joe.
Jojo’s cell phone is self-recorded, and these are our bullshit chats. The phrase “honey, I forgot my keys, open the door” was also the subject of a recent chat.
I’m sure only JoJo’s phone has these. So who was the one who wrote me “Don’t open the door” to me?
“Just can’t talk to her, I can’t do that” outside the door, Jojo plays “No words.”
I was so nervous that I didn’t know if I should believe her, she suddenly played love songs as background music.
I suddenly understood Jojo. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t talk!
I opened the door and looked out.
She has no mouth.
There’s a blank under the nose.
Nosy Joe pushes the door and pulls my hand out. I struggled hard, but her hands were like those made of iron, and the threads were not moving and it was cold.
I was horrified and there was no response. The whole dormitories seemed to be just the two of us. I fell and kicked, and my wrist was bruised or not.
“Let her go!”
Jojo came madly and hit Jojo without a mouth. Jojo ran away from his room with my hand, and Jojo breathed and felt the temperature of her palm, a moment of tension when I felt a little bit of happiness, and I didn’t realize that Jojo was trying to save me from danger.
I was screaming.
I was held by a little hand untied, and Jojo was quietly shoved into my palm, and Jojo pulled me into the room and then banged into the door.
I hid my mind, I kept my fist shut, and I guessed what Jojo was giving me.
“I told you not to open the door. “JoJoJoe’s back against the door, he complains so badly.
The door is evil-proof, the master doesn’t invite, it can’t get in.
“What the hell is going on? I have too many questions to ask.
“I don’t know. You have to believe me, or we’re done. “JoJoe Joe is so nervous, he’s holding on to my arm, he’s hurting me.
I believe you, of course. I’m about to say that the dormitory suddenly went black.
My heart sank. I touched out what Jojo gave me. It was me and Jojo’s girlfriend.
She can’t talk, she can only prove herself in this way.
“Joe Joe,” I swallowed, “What’s out there? I’m sorry.
Jojo was staring at me, reaching out his hand, “Take my hand. I’m sorry.
Warm, soft, worthy of SK-II maintenance hand.
Jojo saw through my mind, and his mouth scorned, “What now?” I’m sorry.
The soft, soft and smooth of the fingertips became cold, hard, steel-like, and no-mouthed Joe outside the door.
“What’s going on? I’m sorry.
I was too busy throwing out Jojo’s hand, walking back and looking at her.
“The sound, the smell, the touch will deceive you, the memory will deceive you, the emotion will deceive you. I’m sorry.
Jojo grabbed my arms so hard, his fingers soared, his arms sore, he said, “It’s me you believe. I’m sorry.
Jojo’s face is crazy, and her five officers are starting to twist and gradually become a familiar face.
My face.
Blood tears in the face.
“Say, you believe in me. I’m sorry.
I shake my head, don’t shake my head.
And outside the door, the knocks ring again, and the bangs, and the bangs, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the bangs, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the bangs, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks, and the knocks.
It’s me. I brought this shit. I put Jojo in danger. She tried to save my life and couldn’t speak, but I didn’t believe her and kept her outside the door.
“Twistle found my girlfriend’s locket, and I saw hate in my eyes. “Nothing can lie to you! You believe her when you’re in a locket? I’m sorry.
No, it’s not a locket, it’s a witness to Jojo’s friendship with me. I’m dead and I’m dead and I’m in pain.
“You let go! I’m sorry.
No, don’t let go.
“Joe Joe, I believe you. “I’ve always believed in you.” I’m sorry.
It’s like giving me an infinite power, a “gentleman” holding me loose.
The fog is spreading.
My vision began to blur, my consciousness was dazed and my locket was still in hand.
III
In the red bouquets, the Jojo, in a beautiful red dress, cried.
I actually saw a bruise on her wrist the other day and smelled alcohol mixed with other scents. I’ve seen less, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. A drunk girl goes through something, why she cries in the morning, I guess.
The rumour about Jojo was not empty, but I saw the harm done to her, and I believe that the black rain she washed with tears that day.
My head hurts like a slide.
The palms hurt a bit. Did something break them? I’m supposed to be in the hospital.
I opened my eyes and saw Joe Jojo’s face crying, “Isn’t it just a slammer? Don’t you die?”
From Jojo’s mouth, I know the truth about last night.
Sydney’s soup was spilled, gas stoves were extinguished, and I didn’t notice gas poisoning at the election show.
I’ve escaped to the door of the dorm, and I’m almost safe. But the locket was stuck in a laundromat gap, and I grabbed it to death. If it wasn’t for Jojo’s home early, I’d be cold.
I looked into the data, and people were hallucinating when they were dying of oxygen. In other words, last night’s weird events had scientific explanations.
When I got back to the dorm, I turned on the computer, and the little movie was normal, not me, not my body. I look in the mirror and I’m sure she doesn’t exist.
The world is back to normal, and there are no more psychics.
Jojola put me in a dress. It’s all the way I’ve never tried. In her words, the beauty is made of money.
Everything is on track, but I can’t forget those images. I can’t forget the hard body in the little movie, I can’t forget the tears of blood in the mirror, I can’t forget her harsh words:
“The sound, the smell, the touch will deceive you, the memory will deceive you, the emotion will deceive you. I’m sorry.
What does she mean? Why does she suddenly disappear?
I looked into the website’s accounts. There’s a lot of them. Toilets, hotels, bathrooms, no place is safe. Even outside the rented room, their own room, was not safe, and one landlord installed a needle-hole camera in the tenant ‘ s bathroom. If we don’t look at the abyss, how can we know that there are eyes in it that are not nice?
I was in a bar to pick up bodies. Why is there such a disgusting group in the world? It’s the body, it’s the drug, the wine. They display their “trophys” indiscriminately, usually their classmates, colleagues, relatives, even their girlfriends. They mocked the girls and called them low.
I am deeply aware of the evil intentions of the world.
I talked to Jojo about this. JoJo changed his face. She hugged me in her arms, slapping me on my shoulder, “You can trust me. I’m sorry.
Jojo and I are different. She knows more about me than I do about the world.
“I’m glad you’re here, or I’ll despair of the world. I’m holding Jojo tight, “Let’s have dinner in two days. I’ve got something to do. I’m sorry.
There’s something I have to confirm.
Soon it will be the day of dinner with the gods and his friends. And I have done all that, not in any remote place, not in a puffy place, and the door of the box shall be open, and no drink shall be taken, and the drink shall be replaced by a drink after 10 seconds of sight.
The school never taught female safety, which I learned from bloody cases.
But tell me the truth, I think too much. They chose a normal restaurant, without a drink or any inappropriate joke, but only to talk nicely about topics that girls liked.
I knew it. JoJo’s good at picking people.
Seeing our best friend’s lockdown, the man looks a little weird, “I didn’t think you were so close. I’m sorry.
Jojo held my shoulder and smiled and passed the drink, “Well, of course, we’re the best friends. I’m sorry.
On my way back, I felt dizzy.
“Stop the car. “I’ve got the nerve to scream.
The man looked at me with no reason, and the smile of his mouth made me chill. I know that I’ve done my homework for nothing, but I’ve been careful.
Stop! “I took off my seatbelt and tried to grab the wheel.
It’s also learned online, almost identically, and is much safer than jumping from a window or being dragged to a strange place.
“Do you want to die?” The man was scared by this madness. He kicked me. The car almost ran out of the fence under my two-man stand-off, and the gods were busy with emergency brakes and I pushed the door.
The other car was in front of me. Jojo got out of the car. I’m sorry.
“He drugged it. I’m sorry.
It’s too late to explain that I took Jojo’s hand and ran away, but Jojo killed me. I’m sorry.
Jojo was right. I’ve been staring at them, and I’m afraid there’s only one person I can’t guard.
I think to Jojo, Jojo is still trying to convince him, “Why are you having a bad time? I’m sorry.
Look at her lips, it’s cool. I know everything. I’m sorry.
Jojo doesn’t talk anymore. They’ve been rounded up. She doesn’t need to act anymore. She looked at me and her eyes were cold.
“Why?” I asked her.
Someone slapped me hard and I fell down.
“Why? * My voice is mute and I take my best friend out of my arms *
Jojo pulled his best friend’s locket and threw it in the green belt. I’m sorry.
Jojo nears my ears, “Do you know how obnoxious you are to think that you are and that you’re tall?” I’m sorry.
Jojo smiles, “Who do you think you are? I’ve read too many novels to save my life. Save it. I’m sorry.
No, that’s not it, that Jojo who cried in the bushes, that’s not her.
Look at Joe Joe, a stranger, and I have only one question left: “Is our friendship a complete lie? We have so many happy moments, are they fake? I’m sorry.
Jojo was stunned, “That day I cried, you shouldn’t have come to comfort me. I’ve ruined it. Why are you doing this? I’m sorry.
I see.
I’ve got answers to everything. I’m standing up straight.
“The sound, the smell, the touch will deceive me, the memory will deceive me, the emotion will deceive me. * I solemnly look at Jojo, * * Jojo, I don’t believe you anymore * I’m sorry.
The familiar cold in my body, I know, was her back.
The day I chose to trust JoJo, she disappeared and everything went back to normal. But a question is always in my heart, and I trust JoJo, but is she really trustworthy?
So I delayed the dinner, spent the last two days looking for people to get to know my best friend.
She’s had a lot of friends with girls, basically the kind of girl who listens and takes them out “to see the world”. The girls were silent. I even found a girl who dropped out of school, a girl who came out of the mountains and was full of hope for the city. Unfortunately, the one who led her into the city was JoJo.
Girls are always told their lives, be careful, watch out for familiar men, watch out for strange men, and girls are alert. But in the face of the same sex and the girl’s best friend, it’s easy for the girls to drop their guard.
Male gods are hooks, Jojo is a catalyst, followed by violence, coercion, filming, threats. It’s a place where countless girls are laid and no one can walk away.
The girls shed tears of blood and become a fine make-up on Jojo ‘ s face and a brand-name bag that she shakes.
Listen to the sirens coming closer, the men and Jojo panic, and I laughed. It’s over.
Four.
I’m back in the room.
I admit that this room contains a lot of memories of me and Jojo, and we laugh together, we watch movies, we talk about men, we eat stinky screwdrivers, and it’s only in front of me that Jojo will leave the goddess behind and be silly with me.
I thought I was special.
Push the window, the sun is thin and thick, and warm. The grey-happiness struts between the leaves of the sheaths and vibrates its feathers happily.
It’s good to be alive. I suddenly miss home.
I think Mom’s red meat, and I want to watch Light Sword again with Dad, and I want to tell them that I’m smart and I’m protecting myself, and I think…
A moment of coldness came and the whole body was caught. I know, “she” again.
I came to the wash, looked in the mirror and smiled at her. The mirror I returned to smile.
“Are you here to save me? I’m sorry.
She doesn’t talk, and her face is pale and sad.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am you. She answered silently with her mouth.
I’m not, I…
I’ve got a bulwark in my heart to turn on the computer and the little movie again. I’m the one who turned over and showed her face.
Isn’t it over?
I cut my hair, and the guy in the little movie lost a little. I drew a line in the palm of a paint pen, and the man had a line in his hand. It’s as if someone had written the end in advance, and no matter how hard I tried, I can’t change it.
I went to the mirror and I said, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
I was sadly looked at in the mirror, and there was a crack in her cheek, and then a twilight, and then a twilight, full of faces.
“Thank you. * With a few unheard voices, she wandered into the dust. *
She disappeared.
Nobody else can help me.
Go home.
This idea, once born, continues to spread. Stay at home, stay with parents, stay in the room where they grew up, and never have to face the reality of the world, and never suffer a terrible fate.
Out of the door, the weather was warm and even hot, as if I had missed the whole season.
Go home.
I looked at the scenery of the skyscrapers, and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. If I can, I’ll never leave them again.
I see familiar cities, I hear friendly sounds, and I can even feel the air from home.
But why is my heart empty when it’s closer to home? As if there was an endless wind passing through my heart.
It’s strange that the trees in front of the house are so thick in the shade that this year’s leaves are so early that they look like summer.
It’s a bit of a failure, it’s a little dusty. Are you sick? I’m busy opening the door.
The door lock was rusty, and the dust from the door frame choked me and sneezed, and there was no one to come in.
My heart was full of bad feeling and I ran into the hospital. As far as I can see, it’s desolate.
Dad’s favorite teahouse, must be wiped carefully every day and now it’s full of dust. Mom’s elaborate orchids are dried to the ground.
I walked into the front house and I saw the black and white picture in it.
My last photo.
I’m still a good girl, and I smile, and I don’t know anything about the world.
I’ve been gone so long. I’m dead, and it’s only possible to turn once warm home into such a ruin.
Why? Why do I and my family take this?
I saw my hands fade.
Am I going to disappear?
My body has become blurred and it’s about to melt into the air.
I was flying in the air and I saw the little movie on someone’s computer, and it was me, the princess cut the black hair and had a pink birthmark on her left shoulder. I’m not breathing.
This is not a phenomenon, it is the truth.
I know who I am.
I don’t exist. To be precise, I’m Zhao Yi’s death wish.
The young girl who was designed by her best friend and fell into hell, she could not fight. Her fear, pain, despair, like the tide, engulfed everything.
In life, she saw the camera of the thief.
If I had known the world was ugly earlier, it would have been so good, so good…
(concluded)
The story is fictional, and if a mine is a coincidence number: YX01GMnndkv9v9v1mg
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
