What are the things that have happened to you or to you?

I spent three years in the house fighting with my mother.

One day my mother lost her voice, and another said, “Come play the marble, you win and I won’t kill you.” I’m sorry.

I’m Ho Ming. I haven’t been out in a long time.

After graduation, because I couldn’t find a job, I became one of the so-called “households.” I told my mother that I was studying very carefully and was ready to take a civil servant’s test, and from that point on I had to take a look. But I’m the only one who knows that I’m lying to her.

I just keep myself locked up in the house every day, looking at learning materials, and then placing most of my time on the Internet until late night, and then waiting for the next day’s noon. I’ve had three years of my mother’s life for me.

I know it’s bad, but I’m too tired to be a salty fish.

The door of the room was knocked. I turned my head and my mother looked at me faceless: “Eat and eat.” I’m sorry.

I put down my mouse, went to the dining room table, took up a job, mixed up some food on rice, and walked towards my house.

“Can’t you eat outside? Mother’s a little angry, “You’re in the house every day, and your limbs are going down!” I’m sorry.

I did it and I didn’t say anything.

“You must go out and find a job! I won’t cook you from tomorrow! I closed the bedroom door and stopped the mother’s last angry words outside.

No cooking? It’s okay. I bend down and pull out a box of bubbles under the bed.

I don’t care what I eat without going out.

The next day, the mother proved that she had no money — not only did she not cook, but even did not speak to me all day.

It’s okay. She can’t be seen in the room.

Nobody’s gonna let me out.

In the evening, I finished the last episode of my favorite TV show, took off my headphone and laid down in bed with satisfaction. Close your eyes and the quiet room is just my slow breath.

HO…suck…

And as I was about to fall asleep, suddenly, a bang came out of the door, and then a series of bangs were smaller and weaker.

I woke up from my sleep, opened my eyes and watched the door with hate.

Even though it’s dark, and I can’t see anything, I can imagine my face at this point in time, and it’s got to be out of hand.

“Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow.”

It’s a little familiar. It seems to have heard it somewhere. I remember, and I finally found the source of this voice from the dusty childhood memory. – That’s the sound of glass beads falling on the ground again.

“You’re crazy! You don’t sleep at night! I couldn’t help but complain, but I realized something was wrong.

I live in my own home with only my mother and I. Mother’s in her 50s. How can she play such a childish game?

We have guests at home? Whose kids? It doesn’t make any sense at this hour.

I suddenly felt a little weird, and I was unconsciously tied to my covers.

There was a glass ball rolling outside the door, and it was coming closer to my bedroom door, and the sound of banging hit the door.

As this sounds, my heart trembles and the cold sweat comes out of the nostrils of my forehead.

Who’s outside?

I hold my breath, I can’t move at all, and I wait.

Fortunately, the sound of the glass bead did not ring again, and my tight nerves slowly eased and fell asleep.

“What time is it? * I crawled from my bed with yawns, pulled the curtains, and it was a dark day, and some dark sunshine came into the house, making my tables and my beds look a little bit off. *

I don’t care. Pull up the chair and sit down and push the computer button.

In the familiar start-up music, I opened a can of Coke and drank it and looked up to the screen — what happened? Why is the screen still dark? I heard the live music!

I pressed a couple of shortcuts on the keyboard, and the sound was normal, except on the screen. I restarted the computer twice, and it still does.

The screen’s broken? I have confirmed this with bitterness, but I have no choice but to sigh. Because of the lack of contact, mobile phones are already scarce and the last time they were charged, I basically used a computer to send time. I’ve lost my life. I can call someone to fix it, but I can’t get through this waiting period.

Come on, let’s eat.

I pushed the door, and my mother sat on the couch, and she was naked, thinking something. Seeing as she doesn’t talk, I don’t care about her, I’m in the kitchen with a bubble, I’m getting a pot of water with a hot kettle, and I’m going to burn it.

Pushing the kettle switch, I feel cold on my wrist, stretching my hand, and I don’t know what got wet. Strange. I didn’t get hit by running water.

Open water, bubble noodles. I was skilled in operating, and then I picked up my room to make a maintenance call while waiting.

When you pick up the listener, there’s a busy sound. What’s going on? The phone’s broken? I don’t know.

There seems to be a slight footsteps coming from the back of Zilong. I thought it was a mother, but nobody looked back and she was still sitting on the couch.

Wait, there’s a sound! It’s chewing!

I looked back in the direction of the table and still saw nothing. I walked in doubt, and I held up the bowl, and I measured it in an amazing light. Uncovering the lid, unexpectedly discovering that the freshly bubbling noodles in the bowl are gone!

Who ate my noodles?

I suddenly felt a little scared and there seemed to be something wrong at home today. It’s like there’s a third person besides me and my mother. But I didn’t see anything!

The sound of the beads came to me a little bit, and then, like, banged on my shoe.

Head down, nothing.

Suddenly a smile was ringing in my ears, and the silk was blown out of my neck. A dumb voice asked, “Do you see me?” I’m sorry.

My head and my hands and feet shivered uncontrollably, and the cold seemed to have spread from time to time, with the neck covered in the back.

Who’s talking?

I swallowed the saliva and shivered back, and I felt a few threads of my hair on my cheeks. But I have no one in front of me, which makes the house, which is not luminous, even more bleak.

I took a few steps back, turned around on the sofa, and pulled one towards my mother: “Mom, run!” There are ghosts in the house!”

There’s nothing on my hand. I’m stuck. Look again, where is my mother’s shadow on the couch? She was there. Where was she?

I can’t see each other, but I can already hear footsteps coming at me.

As soon as I bit my teeth, I washed my head towards the main door because I hit it hard. But I couldn’t take pain and wring the doorknob so hard that I couldn’t open the door at home. That thing it locked the door!

“You can’t see me,” the sound is full of madness, “Come play a game if you win I won’t kill you.” I’m sorry.

“What’s the game?” I had the guts to ask.

“The marbles, four each. After that sound, I heard a swirling sound, as if a few spherical objects were coming at me.

But I can’t see any of these so-called glass beads!

I bend down, stretch out my hand, and it’s full of cold and smooth hands. I got you! I’ll pick up what I’ve touched and hold it in my hand.

One, two, three… suddenly my heart sunk.

Only three? Didn’t you say four marbles? It’s broken because I can’t see. I’m missing one!

I was busy crouching on the ground again, but nothing but dust. Shit! I lost a game at first!

The voice of the dumb one seems to be very tense with me: “Whoever gets hit first with a marble, loses.” I’m sorry.

As soon as we had finished, we heard the sound of boom, and the sound was going in the direction of the bathroom.

“Let you take advantage of it, I’ll start the game. @Ambassah: #Jan25

Take advantage! I can’t see him, I can’t see marbles. It’s not fair!

But a man is a sword, so he leaves his fish. I gnawed my teeth down and grabbed an invisible marble. At the tip of the finger, it went in the direction of the bathroom.

As the rolling voice weakens, so does my heart, and eventually the desired impact is not heard. I’m empty.

“It’s my turn,” the voice said, “I hit it.” I’m sorry.

I’m cold and I’ve lost another point, with only two marbles in my hand.

“Hey, it’s your turn to play. I’m just a little impatient.

The voice came from my left side, and it appeared that the other side had collected the glass ball and returned the sofa, and he liked to sit and watch me suffer.

I’m hiding an idea.

Soon I lost another game, leaving only the last marble.

“You don’t seem to have much hope for survival,” the voice was so glamorous, “but don’t worry, maybe you can turn it over.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk, I took a deep breath and shot my last marble on the right.

I stood my ears, judging by the sound but the marble. It rolls, moves forward with determination, then crashes on the couch, bounces out and rolls to a corner of the room.

It’s like, “Well, it’s kind of a rough angle, it’s a challenge, I like it. I’m sorry.

He fired the marbles, but the roller and the less, the less and the less and the less he was. He’s empty!

I’m finally relieved by the breath, and I know that the moment has finally arrived.

Take a deep breath, stay calm, take it easy. We whispered to ourselves in silence, and proceeded slowly in the direction of our marbles.

Because I can’t see the marbles, I can only find a general position and then crouch on the ground. That voice didn’t seem to wait for me in a hurry.

But instead of looking for the marble, the edge of the carpet was carefully squeezed.

“One, two, three…” I counted in my heart, and then I stood up and lifted up the carpet in my hand and threw it in the direction of the couch!

The next second, I took a few steps to the side and pulled the door open.

This corner is where I’ve carefully chosen, and I’ve shot all the last two marbles here because it’s the border between the balcony and the living room! I’m going to pick up the marbles and jump off the balcony!

My house is on the third floor, and it’s dangerous to jump, but it’s better to die than to stay here!

I’m going up on the balcony, and I’m going to jump over and over. But I just found half my body, and I stopped.

I looked at shocking images outside the balcony, and my mouth grew and I couldn’t say a word.

That’s impossible!

How could I see something like this!

Just as I was surprised by the loss of my God, a strong arm came out of my back, strangling my neck, a huge force surged, I fell back, a weight on me, and I couldn’t move.

Someone, or something, held me down! Must be the one that lets me play marbles!

But I still didn’t see anything, even if I could feel the tattoo of cocoon in his hand, but I still couldn’t see it.

I struggled, but never helped.

The voice suddenly said, “Don’t move, I won’t kill you… it was just a test.” I’m sorry.

And feel the strength of my struggle, and his ghost: “My judgment is that you and I are alike. Did you just see it? The truth of the world…”

I’m Hu Xin, my memory began when I was five years old, and until then I had no memory at all.

My parents aren’t nice to me, they’re scolding me and they rarely buy me what I want. My only game partner is a bag of glass beads that I don’t know when to start with. When I was unhappy, I played marbles with myself. I forgot everything.

As I grow older, I gradually find that the world I feel doesn’t look like everyone else. Everything I see is covered in fog, like a frost.

But whenever I ask, they only laugh at me, and no one dares to confront my problems and understand my feelings.

Just like my glass bead, which has been with me since I was five years old, and I cannot tell where it came from, but I know well that it was never bought by my parents. On the contrary, my instincts tell me I should hide it and not be found by my parents.

Street passers-by seems to be repeating itself, and what happens today has a strange sense of familiarity and seems to have been seen somewhere. The stars that have passed away in my memory are raised up again and again.

Even as I grow older, my face is increasingly different from my parents — am I really their child?

I’m getting upset. It’s only when you hold my glass bead tight that you can feel a little real touch.

Until one night, I lay in my own bed, trying to get out of my alienation from the world. And while I was still, there was this weird noise upstairs.

I got scared and focused on listening. Not long ago, boom-bow again.

The sound is familiar, as if it were with me every day, giving me a feeling of affection. I heard it again, and I finally recognized it. This is the sound of a ball of glass popping on the ground!

That’s right. It’s definitely a glass bead. I’ve played marbles for over a decade.

But the next second, I was caught in fear and confusion. This doesn’t make any sense. Why is there a marble sound upstairs?

My house is on the top floor!

I hesitated to get up and get dressed, pull out the door and walk out quietly. I left the door sewn and then went up to the roof.

The moon hangs in the night sky, and the light that is not clear can only be seen in the light of the sky. I looked around and there was nothing above the ceiling except a few water heaters.

I went up to my room, crouched on the ground, and there was no sign of glass.

What was that?

As if to answer my doubts, the sound of boom is coming back, and suddenly it’s all my blood.

It seems that there is a naughty child who hides in the trap of the ceiling and throws the marbles in his hand from time to time, and throws cold smiles at me as it strikes.

I look at the distant neon lights and shake in the cold wind.

What if the world is not real?

Although it is sufficiently sophisticated, I often find the world unreasonable. Why do memories go wrong? Is the wrong thing really my memory? Why is the difference between parents and me so great that they’re not just playing the role of parents?

And the marbles I heard where it came from. Could it be just a system bug? I should be grateful for this discovery, otherwise I do not know how many years to be deceived in this uncertainty.

I left the house and started wandering around the world looking for more evidence.

It is clear that my sense of alienation with the world is getting worse — when I’m in the middle of a pile of people, a sense of spirituality emerges suddenly, as if I were looking at the world with a superb view. Everything out there has nothing to do with me, everything is filtered by default, vision, smell, touch… my body is getting blurred.

I am increasingly convinced that the world is false.

But are there any real people in the world besides me? Am I the only one alone? Everyone’s drunk. Am I alone?

I started trying to find, to test people I met. With my only trusted partner – my glass bead.

It was it that made me aware from the outset of the loopholes in my identity and it was it that exposed the bugs of the world for me.

Unfortunately, most tests failed.

I still remember that girl I had high hopes for — I thought she understood me and she was one of the awakeners. But she’s just hysterically screaming, scolding me and making strange reactions.

The program’s messed up, I think.

For the love she once brought me, I took the initiative to suspend the procedure.

She appears to be dead and has never moved on the ground. It doesn’t matter, it’ll start again in a while, just like Mandela, the noon horse, the mediocre who died in memory and reset.

Maybe I’ve tested too many people, the system has noticed my presence, and a group of people called the “police” started looking for me.

I had to run into a normal family.

I thought I was going to help people start a new one, but this time I saw an interesting presence.

That’s a man with a lot of connections to me.

He is also filled with a sense of alienation in this society, which is an atmosphere that has not interacted with a false world for too long, and I will not be mistaken.

Every move and every step of his is tripping, as if there were too many mismatches between what his eyes saw and what his brain saw, leading to inadaptation. I felt the same way just when I felt alienated from the world.

I’m even more surprised that his awakening seems to be higher than mine — he can’t see me!

I went around him several times, even deliberately touching his body, and he did nothing about it. Whether it’s me or the woman’s body, he can’t see it!

I’m excited, my blood boils inside, and the joy that hasn’t happened in years is re-emerging.

I came to him for the last test.

“Let’s play a game. I’m sorry.

I’m Homing, I’m confused now.

The invisible man, who claimed to be Hu Xin, seemed very excited and had a lot to say and to prove to me that the world was false.

I tried to refute him directly, but I thought about what I had just seen, and somehow I couldn’t. It took me half a day to say, “What kind of test is that?” Play marbles? I’m sorry.

When Hu Xin Haha smiled, it seemed that he was back on the couch from his voice: “I said to everyone, if you beat me with a marble, let them go. I’m not really good at marbles. Everybody beat me. But they don’t know that the marbles are the only back door to this false world, and if they really are awakeners, and they touch the marbles in the second, they should realize the world’s bugs that won’t beat me! I’m sorry.

He laughed, “If he wins, he doesn’t pass the test!” I’m sorry.

But you said you wouldn’t kill them when you won and I couldn’t help but be stupid enough to say it.

It’s crazy to say the world is a lie, but if it comes from an invisible person’s mouth and he’s played with a set of invisible marbles, it’s really hard to deny all his words.

I can’t help but remember what I saw on the balcony.

And then I held the rail and looked up.

Still the familiar street, which has not been out of the house for many years, has been in the brain for decades, so I knew at first sight that every place on the street was still the same, even the promotion posters hanging in front of several shops.

But the street is empty. The sun was on the street, which was supposed to be when people came, but there was no one on the street.

What is even more frightening is that the familiar scenery spreads only a few hundred metres away, as if it had been wiped out of a pencil, and stops. A few hundred metres away from the streets, there is no city vision, but a blank, like the god in charge of the drawings who made a small mistake and forgot to fill that part of the background.

I’ve never seen anything like it. Is there any other explanation for this than the new “false world” theory?

Maybe he’s right, the world is fake.

To be honest, my heart is not sad at this time, and it is even happy. Being able to stay at home for three years, deep down in my heart, is, in fact, full of hate for the world.

Suddenly I thought of something, and I cried out, “Where is my mother?” How is she?”

“It’s nothing but a lie,” but it seems like I’m serious, and it says, “Well, the body is lying in the kitchen. I’m sorry.

Kitchen? Impossible! I saw her on the couch before I did. The body… how did the mother die?

Hu Xin, it must be Hu Xin! Hu Xin killed her!

“You killed my mother! I want you to pay for your life!” But because I can’t see him, I can only punch him blindly at the empty sand, but every single one of them is in the air.

“It’s all a lie, why do you have to…” “The hustling sound on my left and I just jumped over it and fell on the floor.

His voice appeared again on my right: “Don’t bother, you can’t touch me.” I’m sorry.

Yeah, I can’t touch him. I fell down on my head.

The first thing we need to do is work together to get out of this false world. I’m sorry.

Even if it were true, but the world was so full of lies, how could we both leave?

In the face of my doubt, Hu Xin-hyun’s chest was full: “Remember what I said about hearing the bells from the ceiling?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

“I think if there’s a clue, it’s on that roof,” and I’m laughing, “You know, it’s a coincidence I lived in this building before I left.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve looked in this building many times. What good would it be if we found something? I’m not that good.

“It’s not the same as before.” Hu Xing Hey, smile. Your eyes are different and you can see the real world. I’m sorry.

After that, Hu Xin left the door and headed for the roof.

Before I went out, I went into the kitchen, crouched in an inch, and I found a cold body on the stove. Mother why can’t I see her now?

I held her hand, and I touched a shovel that was held tight. Is she going to cook? I feel like I heard her complaining as she knew it.

“What’s so good about the noodles? No nutrition. I’ll cook for you. I’m sorry.

I can’t stop crying.

“Why haven’t you come?” The voice of Hu Xing came from the door and seemed impatient.

“I’m coming. I answered, put down my mother’s hand and head for the roof.

Perhaps it was because he finally found his own kind, he kept talking to me, as if he had lost his guard at all, and the cruelty and anger that had just begun disappeared, he finally became like a young man — a man who, according to him, was a few years younger than me, but only twenty.

He knows I can’t see him and reports my location almost every few seconds.

“I’m on the fourth floor!”

“I’m on your left. I’m sorry.

“Who threw the garbage on the sixth floor? It’s dirty. I’m sorry.

Finally, the nine-story stairs are at the end. As we passed the ninth floor, the hush-hush-hush-hush-hush-hush hush-hush for a moment.

It appears that he punched the door in the apartment on the ninth floor. That’s his old home, right?

“All right, get on the roof!”

Upon the roof, it was indeed empty, with nothing but a few solar panels and a few air conditioners.

When I was in high school, I liked to endorse it on the roof, so I was familiar with the layout. I walked a few steps and quickly speculated on the location of what Hu Xin called the sound of the marbles.

But I went there a few times, and I found nothing.

“What do you think? See anything? I’m sorry.

And I thought for a moment, “It’s so different, it’s amazing! I’m sorry.

“Really? Great! Tell me!

I shook my head, not answering, but said: “Give me the marble, and we must use it to get out of here.” I’m sorry.

The sudden silence on the part of Hu Xin is clearly overwhelming. But after he had been silent for a long time, I suddenly felt cold in my hands and a few glass beads were stuck in my hands.

“Then we just have to…” And I’m going to say it in half, and I’m going to say it, and I’m going to say it, and I’m going to say it, and I’m going to say it, and I’m going to say it, and I’m going to say it.

I threw those glass beads away!

The roof is small, a few glass beads fall on the floor, and “bones” roll forward, listening from the sound, very fast.

“What are you doing? * * * * In the wake of the panic *

But the glass beads were thrown very far away, and they were not rolling slowly on the ground for almost a few seconds, and they rolled all the way to the edge of the roof, hitting on the low edge and making the sound of “push.”

I stood up my ears and judged the position of the glass beads by the sound of “pumping” and then walked in a few steps and kicked me hard at that position!

Judging by the touch from the foot, it’s clear that I’m kicking something big.

“Aah! “The sad screams fell down, went further and further away and disappeared.

The sound of the puddle, something fell on the ground floor.

I’m relieved and I sit on the floor.

Hu Xin … I killed him.

I fainted when it was dark.

10,

Where am I?

When I recovered my consciousness, I found myself lying on a bed with a thick veil covering my eyes.

There seem to be a lot of people by the bed who are whispering.

Doctor, nurse! He’s awake! I can feel a few people coming to me and checking my body.

“Mr. Ho Ming, can you hear me? A powerful voice is ringing.

“Yes,” I said, “Where am I? Who are you?”

“You’re in the hospital, we’re the police. I’m sorry.

With that voice, I finally knew that, after Hu Xing fell downstairs, the body was found and reported to the police, who arrived at the scene, followed the lead and found me unconscious.

“We’ve identified the victim as a serial killer. I’m sorry.

I said everything to the police.

The police said after half an hour, “We also examined your mother’s body, and the result was an accidental fall while cooking, and the head hit the stove and died in a coma as a result of an effective rescue. I’m sorry.

So mother’s death has nothing to do with Hu Xin? My heart ache. What if I noticed something wrong and went out to see if I could save my mother’s life?

“Hu Xin told me that the world is a lie…” I said, “I don’t know.”

The police explained: “We pursued Hu Xin for a long time and conducted a detailed investigation into him. When he was five years old, he was trafficked to later foster parents, but he lost his pre-five memory and caused substantial brain damage as a result of the use of highly irritated drugs during trafficking. He is likely to suffer from a real dissociation barrier, which creates a strange complication of the disease, and thus feels that the world is not real, leading to a loss of experience capacity, and even to a delusional scenario. Unfortunately, it is a serious part of the symptoms and … a danger to society. I’m sorry.

“But, I see the world is not normal! I can’t say I’ve got a problem, can I? And I can’t see his and his mother’s bodies. How does that explain? I’m excited to ask.

Another sound sounded like a doctor: “Cut his veil off.” I’m sorry.

When the nurse unplugged the veil in my eyes, the doctor lamented: “Mr. Ho Ming, I must tell you a harsh truth. According to our examination, your eyes … suffered from the complications of the acetic acid three days ago, resulting in temporary blindness, and recovery was difficult to ensure because of the excessive stimulation yesterday. I’m sorry.

Blind? He said I’ve been blind these days? Bullshit! I can see!

In response to my question, the doctor explained, “You’re blind, but because you spent a few years at home, the layout and images of several rooms have long gone deeper into the subconscious. So even though the visual system is no longer working, the brain automatically fills with missing images, so you have the illusion that the vision still exists. I’m sorry.

And he went on and said, “Think about what you haven’t seen before, and you haven’t seen in a few days. I’m sorry.

The images of the last few days flashed through my head — a computer with a voice but a black screen, invisible husks and glass beads, half the cities that disappeared… Is it really because I’ve never seen this before?

And the veil was removed, and We opened their eyes, but there was only darkness.

Really, I’m blind…

Knowing that I’m in a bad mood, the people in the room are getting out. I lay on a bed alone, facing darkness on the side, and my heart was calm.

♪ Bang, bang, bang ♪

The glass beads are rolling upstairs.

The end–

□ Trungo

What are the things that have happened to you or to you? – An answer from Trungo.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.