My name is Li Ai. Pen%Fun%Ge www.biquge.info a sophomore girl at Yunchuan No. 2 High School. This afternoon, I seem to have experienced something unusual, and the person related to this incident is Zhang Zhou, a sick teenager from secondary school who I have been avoiding for a long time.

That's right, it's the neurotic who often shouts words and phrases with unknown meanings, makes all kinds of shameful actions, and laughs silly and thinks he is the most handsome in the world. That eye-catching and annoying boy with a second illness in middle school!

That's what I think of him. No, it's better to say that almost everyone positions him like this. So, from the first day of school, when everyone learned about his secondary two disease nature, he became a lonely person like me. But he didn't care, he still faced every day with that attitude and enthusiasm, and went his own way, even if the teacher persuaded him many times, he never changed his status of secondary two disease. In the end, the teacher was already in a state of semi-laissez-faire.

But even though he was alone, he was still active, so active that the whole school knew him! I would never be able to do this as a lonely person. No, I think I've done that too, right? Let my name get around the mouths of those people. The only thing I can match the popularity of this fellow lonely guy is probably the first grade grade, right?

Like everyone else, I always thought that he was just a simple secondary 2 patient, but a little more fanatical than the average secondary 2 patient. But now, I see myself telling me such a ridiculous fact in a way that I would never normally use, that guy is not just an ordinary secondary school disease!

I looked at myself on the computer and stammered excitedly, and I was in a trance for a moment. That's what my voice looks like. While making meaningless exclamations, I construct in my mind what happened a few hours ago, the memories that I have forgotten.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of May 14, 2016, after spending a small amount of time to wipe out all the work, I took out my binoculars as usual and began to carry out the routine action of killing time every weekend, human observation.

The little couple on the second street on the right had a quarrel, I observed something similar last week, let's change it. The delinquent teenager in the alleyway on the left is good, but it's almost over. Well, forget it, this kind of thing is not unique to that small alleyway, look at other small alleys, there should be more, right? With this in mind, I moved my binoculars and searched every narrow alleyway in my sight. The nature of human beings is often vividly revealed in the blind corners that cannot be radiated by law and morality. And such narrow alleys are the special soil that supports the growth of this sin! So I would never go there, but that doesn't stop me from observing there.

The so-called human observation originally existed to observe the deepest sins in the hearts of human beings!

Then, I saw him. Standing in the narrow alley, a pitch-black flame rose in his hand, and he looked coldly at the group of monsters that pounced on him. At that moment, I knew I was seeing something that I would never see.

It is something that transcends common sense, an existence that transcends cognition. At that moment, I was completely attracted to him. I know that the monsters and the flames rising from his hands are real. Because, under a telescope of extremely high magnification, those things are delicately visible. False creations are not real after all! No matter how much it looks! I was able to tell. With this telescope in my hand.

I suspected that this might be filming, or maybe it was a scene made up by this guy to satisfy his fantasy of secondary disease, but all these speculations were proven wrong under the extremely high magnification telescope I made by hand.

Therefore, the only and least unlikely possibility left is the correct solution. That guy, that young man Zhang Zhou, who is sick in the second middle school, is definitely not an ordinary second disease. Perhaps, he is really the existence he claims to be. The abilities he spoke of may really exist, or maybe he has them!

Knowing all this, I put down my binoculars and sat down in front of my computer. Then I turned on the camera and recorded my statement. I don't know why, but at that time, I decided to go to that place and find the guy who pretended to be an ordinary middle school disease. At the end of the video, I see me sitting cramped in front of the camera, reciting words of unknown meaning.

“…… The dead are already dead, and since that is the case, don't come back to the world again...... Obsession...... It's better to forget. ”

“…… If a monster is a monster, why should you yearn for the filthy mortal dust...... Forget this dangerous yearning and return to your Pure Land......"

“…… I'll remember your name, so, peace of mind reincarnation ......"

yes, that's the lip word I read. These are his words that I read.

Yes, why am I so excited to go to his side desperately? Why did I write that piece of paper, why did I replace that photo with a standby screen on my phone, why did I put my baby's telescope on the couch...... All of this is to make the forgotten self remember everything again. The reason why we should be foolproof and remember again even if we forget it is in this passage.

He may have the power to make me forget, but I also have the ability to make me think again! Zhang Zhou, the Stranger, I, Li Ai, are on the bar with you.

Then, the computer is the memory in the room, and the recording in the mobile phone is the memory when I met him. So, let me see, how exactly did I communicate with him, and what happened during that time?

I closed the computer, took out my phone, and when I opened the standby interface, the first thing that popped up was not the recording page, but the overdue notice from 10086. I twitched the corners of my mouth, then ignored the text, connected to the wireless, put on my headphones, and began listening to the recording, which lasted for more than three hours.

As I put on my headphones, I suddenly remembered the last sigh the guy left as he turned to leave the alley. I could see the squirming of his lips behind his head, so I knew what he was trying to say. But only now did I have an image of that sentence. That guy, didn't you just make me forget this memory? Is there any curiosity about him that has been included in the scope of the purge?

So is that the last thing he said the same reason he did?

"Sure enough...... Is there still only one person? I repeated what he had muttered, and then tapped the record play button on my phone.

……

I'm Zhang Zhou, a well-known sophomore in Yunchuan No. 2 High School.

However, I am not a secondary 2 disease. Everything I say is true. However, all this is beyond the scope of common sense, so everything I say is not understood by them. So I guess only the same kind can understand me.

So I've always wanted to be found for who I am. Because the only people who can find me beyond what I've set up are probably my own kind. However, I didn't expect that my true face would eventually be found by an ordinary person who played with a telescope and learned lip language!

Sure enough, I'm just alone.