Rot, let yourself rot slowly.

They all thought that if they were willing to rot, they would rot quickly. But in fact, all you can do is stop the rot.

That is, either let it rot or block it. It seems that he can't speed up the decay.

What I should do at this moment is not based on thinking, but on going with the flow. Weighing the future is just a act, and of course, this kind of behavior can make the whole world fun and seem very real.

Unreal is unreal, even if this false world is deliberately created, even if the so-called killing is only destroying human nature, these cannot stop me from continuing to rot.

The influence of others on me gradually decreases, because all perceptions are prejudices, so what influence does other people's words have? The so-called authority, too, is only a larger number of people who approve of it.

Yuan Changwen found that he no longer believed in science, and why didn't he believe it, he actually thought about it for a long time before he remembered how he killed before. However, there is no need to think about these things, and it is not to teach the disciples.

Kill it, and throw it away.

Fortunately, he left the empire alone, otherwise it was really hard to imagine that he could be killed in the family. That madness, that desire to destroy, maybe turn into a thirst for killing.

Look at your own brain, full of countless twists, this is how you live? What's even more terrifying is that it takes a lot of madness to get rid of these twists. Is it the brain that is using me, or am I using the brain?

Those self-definitions that are protected by emotions are not only difficult to get started, but also easy to be stolen by the role to change concepts.

What else is there to distract from?

These hands are not my own, this world does not exist at all, so what am I doing here? Why not enjoy the beauty of non-existence, but to expose this lie?

Yuan Changwen felt dizzy, and for some reason, it seemed that he couldn't even continue to think.

What is there to think about?

The world is not real, the unreal does not exist, and any other rhetoric is just emotional protection. Whether that emotion is passionate or inspirational, fearful or uneasy, it is just a false means, just to keep me asleep.

I don't need to think, anything in the picture is beyond my imagination, what are I thinking about? Self-righteous understanding of the world is just a humble trembling.

Why do you have to understand the world, how frightened are you, so that you never tire of controlling it, never tired of weighing it, and continue to think with your brain under the premise that reality keeps slapping you?

If I believe in science, then the act itself is already unscientific. It's such nonsense, this is my life, I don't know what it is, but I still hang the words "life events" in front of my eyes.

It's like food that falls in front of a donkey, thinking that you can eat it as long as you work hard is just a fantasy. Does whether or not you can eat it have anything to do with your own efforts?

It's too tiring to think, and it doesn't work well at all. Most of the efforts made for a certain goal are speculation. "I think" that this will lead to a certain goal, but that is just "I think".

And, a lot of times, I'm working hard for the sake of trying hard, trying to appear hard. It is fear chasing after you, that is, trying to cover up and cover up in order to avoid showing fear.

It doesn't take effort, or rather, it doesn't need to be forced. Effort is as natural as, not controlled by a twist in the head. Going downstream, you don't need to put in the effort, you just need to stop the obstacles.

Fear is so disgusting, and I hold on to it. The content of the fear is too reasonable, and I agree with the content of the fear so much that it is not allowed to happen. In order to avoid this from happening, the only way to stay away is to grasp the twist in your mind as much as possible.

I want to jump into fear, release the twist in my head, release the tension in my heart. It's not easy, the power of fear is too strong, and when fear comes and you don't resist it and let yourself enter it, this behavior needs to be exercised constantly.

Yuan Changwen was made unhuman by himself, and he didn't know what the situation would be like after the killing was completed. Can you still call yourself a human being? The world no longer has anything to do with you, and all this seems dispensable.

But it seems that he still has not escaped the linear passage of time. Even though it is only this moment, he always believes in the truth of the past, and thus believes in the existence of the future. Then, it's clear to plan for the future.

Damn it.

It's really hard to imagine why the truth seems so weak, why is the truth so far away from me, or why do I always think that I am this kind of thinking?

What are you doing? I always want to resist, and before I know it, I will grasp the distortion in my mind again. Maybe you want to show off, maybe you want to plump up the role of Yuan Changwen. In my mind, I kept fantasizing about various scenes, just to admit the authenticity of Yuan Changwen's character.

This kind of recognition, as if innate, is constantly acknowledging and constantly recognizing. Even if it's not a fantasy to be cool, it's going to be recognized through other things.

In reality, he will regard himself as the role of Yuan Changwen, and will express some opinions to enrich the role, such as knowledge, demeanor, humor, conversation, etc. In the fantasy, it is still the story of the character of Yuan Changwen, showing certain character attributes, such as strength, self-confidence, eloquence, and so on.

It's always about the character of Yuan Changwen, but what is the character of Yuan Changwen? I can't say a detailed thing at all, like a mess piled up in front of me.

My ability to relate is simply exaggerated, and the elements of the picture are just presented, but I associate the whole world, all people, cause and effect, and the entire universe.

Yuan Changwen didn't know why, his brain was very uncomfortable, as if someone was controlling his brain. And this person is not himself at all. The mind is gradually becoming sluggish, and the level of decay is deepening.

There are words that you can't understand, and what you can understand needs to be killed. It seems that he can't bother to do anything anymore, only to think about what he can use to kill. Others, however, seem to be waiting for reminders from the downstream.

Although it was all faint and could go out at any time like a candlelight, it seemed to be gradually starting to be different. It's not a good thing, and it's not worth showing off. The slash isn't done yet, so I'm just a crazy character after all.

Who am I? I am not human.