This is a way for me to tell if I'm hallucinating or real, no one knows. @樂@文@小@说|The reason why I can keep my sanity in the face of the malice that I see with my own eyes around me is this little trick. As long as I pinch my little finger and find that there is only one place in my body that produces the most pain, then all this is real.

- My little finger hurts.

Speaking of the blood stains on the lobster's face, everything he had eaten raw crows before was true.

"You...... Survive eating these things? "I forcibly suppressed my tumbling vomit** and tried my best to pretend to be calm.

"Sometimes." Lobster said.

I said, "Haven't you ever been sick?" ”

"Sometimes." The lobster said again.

"I've hoped countless times that the germs they carry will kill me," the lobster said, "but whenever I lie on the ground hopefully ready to die, I always open my eyes and come back to life." ”

I wanted to ask him how long he had been here, but I remembered his cold reaction and couldn't help asking.

I also didn't express the idea that I could share chocolate and compressed cookies with him. I knew very well that if I was like him, I didn't wait for a third person to show up for a long time, and I would have to look for food other than compressed cookies and chocolate. The sharing session will accelerate the arrival of this deadline.

Sometimes I don't know if I want to get out of here. It's the same here as it is outside. I was in a constant state where my life was threatened. I'm wary of anyone, my daily life is like a spy movie, but in fact maybe I'm the only one acting in this film. I've gotten past the tired phase and I'm starting to get used to it. I suspect anybody, and at the same time I am sure of anybody, and I don't think men and women are my parents, I think in my heart they are the men of some two men who want to kill me. But I'm not afraid of them. It wouldn't be a terrible thing to die at their hands, and I also thought in my so-called "sanity" that they wouldn't be bad for me.

The lobster is an outlier among all the people around me. He doesn't belong to any of these types.

He threatened to tear my skull open, but I believed in him more than I believed in anyone. I believe everything he says because he will never say to me "you are good", "you are not at fault", "you should trust others", "you have to understand ......" he told me "you are cowardly", "this is your bad luck", "yes, I am very likely to be bad for you, anyone can", "I can burn you fourteen times", "you can't expect anyone to understand you or you can understand anyone", "you better not trust me".

He was like a beast, telling me the cold laws of the jungle, but offering me what he could, like "sheets", "bedding" and so on. He watched as my food and water ran out, but he didn't say anything. I am grateful to him for this, because the depletion of food is almost a humiliation for me.

I don't have the ability to hunt food, and I don't have the courage to eat it raw. There were only fourteen matches left of the lobster, which could not be used to cook them over a fire. And I'm afraid of fire.

If he reminds me that I'm running out of food, or tells me how to find something to eat, I feel a strong sense of humiliation. My ridiculously prepared was useless, incapable of living alone, like a parasite.

Fortunately, the lobster didn't do that. He didn't have time to take care of me.

As I began to hesitate to open my last chocolate, desperately realizing that my precarious so-called dignity could not be sustained under the pressure of survival, I heard a call at the same time as the lobster: "Is there anyone—"

I was sitting next to the trellis with my sketchbook on my lap and my last chocolate on it. My glazed eyes were falling on it.

The lobster still couldn't be found, but he must have been on the second floor, in a black hole room.

"Anyone—"

The sound echoed through the empty, dilapidated ruins.

My heart slammed. There was a strong vibration, and I was even a little dizzy. I thought I had calmed down, but when I heard that voice, my muscles twitched.

The lobster appears at the railing on the second floor at the first moment.

-Thou Have Threenight Darkened (There Are Three of You)-

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stood up, slowly looking up.

A young man with rough hair beckoned vigorously not far away, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

"Hello! Thank goodness there are people here! My phone has no signal, do you know how to get out of here?! ”

The lobster and I looked up and down. Then, like a large cheetah, the lobster took three steps and two steps, and jumped lightly and quickly down the second floor along the handrail of the staircase to the young man.

I could feel his whole body on alert, like when I first met him.

A strong feeling of nervousness and dizziness hit my brain, and I stiffened to my feet like a robot, staring at the man in front of me who had broken everything I had barely adjusted to.

"I'm lost, I have a bad sense of direction, I can't find my way out, you know-"

"We can't get out," said the lobster, "and from now on, we're going to have to start escaping because of you." ”

"What? I—I don't understand ......."

"What did you bring?"

"Camera, camera—and a cell phone!" He saw the lobster's expression and was a little frightened.

"You've got thirty seconds to make sense of it all, and before 'it' reacts, we'll have to get at least three minutes to solve the mystery and watch everything you've got with us, we need them."

"W-What?" Before the young man could react, the lobster had already jumped up to the second floor, turned on my flashlight and went into the room. The young man raised his hands in an incomprehensible gesture and turned his gaze to me for help.

"Stand there. Don't come near me. I said.

The youth stopped there.

"Don't look at me, it's hard for me to understand what it is. It took me more than ten days to reluctantly accept it. All I can tell you is that all three of us are stuck in this place, I'm not good at getting lost, and neither is he. No matter how capable you are, you can only stay here. We, him and I, had been waiting for a third man to arrive. You- what's your name? ”

"Obviously!" The lobster barked from above.

"No matter what your name is, I'll call you 'Lee.'" I turned around and said a quick word to the young man, and then immediately rushed up to the second floor. "Lee" chased after me in confusion and rushed into the dark room with me.

The flashlight in the lobster's hand shone directly on the parchment, and only the small piece was shiny. I don't know why the lobster wants to come back and continue to look at this brown paper, I subconsciously glanced at it, and my eyes froze on the paper.

- An extra paragraph of text on the vellum.

"Go away!" I yelled and stepped back, falling to the ground, my hands covering my eyes. I couldn't block anything because there was nothing to block. I could feel the crow flying away from me, its messy feathers and stinking blood dripping on my cheeks. I was panting and lying on the ground, holding my head, tears and snot all over my face.

I lay on the ground like a cowardly bug for a long time, until I was sure that the crow would not come back. I heard the lobster say, "If you're only scared like a bed bug by what you see, you'd better kill yourself now." ”

I slowly looked up and looked ahead. The lobster sat on the marble staircase and looked at me coldly.

I wiped the liquid off my face as I stood up and dusted myself off the plaster. I pinched my little finger hard.

When I looked around for him in sweat for a whole hour, I found him crouching in the grass, nibbling on something. It was the first time I saw him eating. I shouted "lobster" in confusion behind his back, and he turned his head.

I was so frightened that I jerked two steps back.

The lobster held a disemboweled crow in his hand, and his face was covered in blood.

He chewed twice, swallowed the meat into his stomach, and casually tossed the mangled crow carcass aside. He looked at me and wiped the blood off his lips.

I saw that his eyes were dark. When I hallucinate while looking at others, the eyes of others are often pitch black. This made me subconsciously think that I was hallucinating.

He left me and the crow's body behind and returned to the villa, and I don't know where he went. My eyes were fixed on the crow, and I yelled, "Go away!" ”

I saw it suddenly stand up with its broken body, leaving only half of its body empty. It tilted its head to look at me for a moment, then spread its wings and lunged at me!

When I woke up in the morning, I was curled up on the ground and the lobster was gone.

The author has something to say: replace it at night! ~

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