Did that history really exist?

I don't have any evidence, it's just historical data, artifacts, carbon measurements, and so on.

That is, if someone changes my memories and puts me in an environment where the memories match, then I treat these things as real?

In addition, suppose that my life is repetitive all the time, and my thinking is just a representation of the elements of the picture.

Well, I have no way of knowing how many times my life has been repeated.

Because the elements of the picture do not present the relevant thoughts, just like the movie is shown countless times, the characters will not know that they have lived countless times.

Of course, this is just speculation.

Even if it sounds scary, or if it fits the argument that "truth never changes", it's still just speculation.

I don't have to look for a plausible explanation, or speculate on how the truth is distorted into falsehood, it's just another kind of nonsense.

His own falsehood has not been cleaned up, the distortion in his mind is still there, and the character has not died.

The rest, just a diversion trick.

No matter how sad or painful the emotions are, they are only the scope of the character.

Explode quickly and let the characters die, without a trace of memories, without a trace of cherishing.

Mom will become a stranger, and she won't think about her or do anything for her.

Unless I need to, but I'm not going to be pulled in any way.

Believing in the flow is not a compulsion like a distortion in the mind, but a comfort.

I have no reason to discard the downstream, just like I can eat nasty food, but what's the reason to eat it?

Wherever the stream takes me, it's much better than the twist in my head, and the key is that it doesn't work too hard.

The idea that the stream will ruin your life is just a distorted self-written and self-directed thought, and if you don't have fear, you won't doubt the stream.

Of course, these are impossible to imitate, on the contrary, this is the state that will naturally appear when the distortion in the brain is killed.

To get it all over quickly, I had to instigate the explosion, I had to push the character to death with my own hands.

Just a little bit, I obviously felt that I wanted to jump off the cliff but stopped because of fear, and that impulse was on the verge of exploding, but it was still framed by the character.

Nothing is more important than slashing, it's all delaying tactics, it's all a means of diverting attention.

Thinking that what is important is just a twisted self-writing and self-directing in the mind.

These words have been said countless times, but I am still here, still in the role.

Killing characters, ruining lives, these things are not real.

It's just that the emotions are pulling, it's just the fear that makes me grasp these falsehoods, explode, and destroy it all directly.

That feeling of nausea is a little stronger, that feeling of devouring is a little more violent, jumping directly into fear and facing the state of "no role".

These are not me, they are just picture elements, and they have nothing to do with me.

The so-called life of Yuan Changwen's character may be the first time, or it may have been repeated countless times, but it is still just a picture element.

My slash is just a presentation of the elements of the picture.

Those various emotions, devouring, low, depressed, etc., are still elements of the picture.

There's nothing I can do about it, what kind of picture elements will be presented, and my mind doesn't decide anything.

A character is being staged to ruin the stage, that's all.

It's not that I'm slashing, it's the characters who are slashing the characters.

The picture elements are presented, and the character of Yuan Changwen can't stand the fakeness himself, and he is crazy about killing there.

It still has nothing to do with me.

The truth is still there, quietly there, nothing has changed.

Nothing can affect the truth, and nothing can hurt the truth, just there has never changed.

The elements of the picture do not exist in themselves, they are just presented.

Like a dream.

The twist in my head is still arrogant, the character is rotting, and I'm going to accelerate this rot and step on it a few times.

It's really ridiculous, this table doesn't exist, I don't even exist?

With such a sturdy table, such a real table, what did I fall for to think that this thing didn't exist?

It's a pity that I can't go back, the authenticity of the table is still there, but it is already crumbling.

Let's die, there is no point in living again, and even if there is, it is just something to be killed.

No one would love death so much that they would be dishonest about running away from it.

There is no need to say anything more, but the slashing that has not stopped has been stopped, and it continues to move forward, further.

The character will explode, and I'm just curious about when it will explode, and I'm curious about what the state will be like after the kill is completed.

Discard those who are cherished and cut off the anchor.

My best friend will also be a stranger.

The so-called mutual help, the so-called support, the so-called friendship, the burden that seems to be on my own initiative to help my friends carry it, are just nonsense.

It's just a character attribute, so I have to help my friend, so that when I face a friend's emergency, I have to say something like "okay, come here".

Although I don't disagree, it's a pull because I don't dare say no at all.

The character attribute of a friend has always been there, and despite being in the Huairou policy, it is still a pull.

They are still in my head, not many in number, but in my head they are in my head, and they must be killed.

Maybe life is beautiful, maybe life is sweet, maybe everything in the past is worth cherishing.

Unfortunately, I'll throw these things away.

It's not the slash that pushes me, it's the slash that pushes me.

There is nothing to hesitate about, or rather, hesitation cannot stop me from moving forward.

The character is going to explode, and keep exploding until it blows the character to pieces.

I want to stand at the peak of my life, and then treat my parents well and give back to my parents for their nurturing grace, which is still just a character attribute.

It's not that there's something wrong, but untrue is untrue, and there's nothing to argue about.

There are words and deeds thinking that plump up the attributes of the characters, but behind them stands fear.

Death is hitting the character, destruction is hovering around the character, and I will destroy it with my own hands.

Keep going, keep slashing.

Whether it's friends or family, they have to disappear.

It's all character attributes, it's not real at all, the character itself is fake, and those character attributes don't need to be discussed.

It's not a good or bad choice, and it's not about making the character a better version of themselves, it's just a killing.

Unreasonable killing, a tendon killing, without considering any other factors, only true or not.

Just let me die like this, the characters don't have to be tenacious anymore, and I don't want to keep catching any shit.

The pull of fear, the pull of emotion, is useless.

No one can stop me from moving forward, I want to die, who can stop me?

There's nothing you can't get rid of, imagining life after that, it's just a twisted show in your head. (https:)

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