(To be honest, this volume really hurts me to write, not that it's hard to write, it's mainly that it's updated with two chapters a day, and the overdraft inspiration and energy are too great.) I don't have the habit of water and the ability to water, which is really a torment, but fortunately, this volume is about to end, and there will be a small climax, and a mystery will be revealed. ）

On this day, the first class at the end of the morning self-study.

The Chinese teacher habitually held his hands on the lectern, foaming at the mouth and analyzing an article by Lu Xun.

Xiao Mo has developed the habit of not listening to class, although he seems to be staring at the textbook very honestly, in fact, there is a suspense novel hidden in his Chinese textbook.

Although Xiao Mo's memory has become weaker and fainter, he himself has completely accepted Su Hao's identity, and he is very sure that he is a junior high school student. But this kind of acceptance did not make him really comfortable, in fact, he still had a deep yearning for the experience of "Xiao Mo" in his heart.

I just don't know that this is affected by his fantasy, and it is also hinting to him that he is actually a person who is unwilling to endure a dull life in his bones. He loves excitement and enjoys searching for the meaning of life.

But no matter what, as a junior high school student, he can only sit here honestly and attend classes now, and he can only think about anything else.

Even so, he just can't fit into the circle of junior high school students, and he will always feel that he is different from these people for some reason. Even if his mother always reminded him that it was a pathology that he had to suppress no matter what. But in fact, he was completely following his feelings.

Since he can't melt in, then he doesn't melt, and he is the top few in the class every time he takes the small test, so he doesn't bother to listen to anything, and his parents won't say anything about him with his current grades.

In this way, he just pretended to come to school symbolically every day, but in fact he either sat in a daze in his seat, or secretly read novels with a big book and a small book.

As everyone knows, with the passage of time. Once again, he was imperceptibly trapped in a fantasy about himself.

Compared to being Su Hao. He wants to be Xiao Mo more.

He obviously has a mental and psychological quality far beyond his peers, but he can only waste time sitting here and messing around. When he got home, he had to be managed by his parents here and there, muttering in his ears every day to grind him to study.

And Xiao Mo is different, he is the captain on that bus. has a brother like Li Shuai who can be born and die for him. There is also Chen Cheng, an exorcist with powerful spells. The beautiful hacker Wen Qiayun, the mysterious little follower and others.

Although they are trapped by the curse, they are not bound by real life at all. There's nothing complicated there. What education, qualifications, relationships, money...... Not at all! There's only one way to survive, and that's to follow the prompts to resolve the incident.

Although it is full of fear, despair, and death, it is undeniable that it is a real pool of life experience. Once you jump into it, you will deeply appreciate the meaning and value of life.

Therefore, compared to the boring and numb life now, he would rather live the kind of life that he could live in despair.

Xiao Mo closed the novel in his hand, and then inserted it into the thick stack of textbooks on the table and hid it. After completing this qiē, he began to do the daily task again, and fell into meditation with his chin half-folded.

Even though he knew that this practice would be very detrimental to his recovery, he still chose to do it, and the reason was very simple, or somewhat ridiculous.

He wanted his condition to worsen, and he wanted to be Xiao Mo again.

Because instead of eating and waiting for death like now, he might as well be immersed in the fantasy he longs to experience.

Even if it's a fantasy, what if it's fake? As long as he thinks that qiē is real, and he can clearly feel and feel it, then this qiē is extremely real to him! Why bother to care what other people say, care what other people think of him, that's just mediocrity.

Anyway, he has figured it out now, whether he is Su Hao or Xiao Mo, in short, it's not all him? So there's no need to deliberately suppress anything.

With the germination of this kind of thought, the part that he had almost forgotten before, the memory that belonged to Xiao Mo, had also begun to sprout in his sea of consciousness again, and was growing at an extremely fast speed.

And the consequence of this recovery of memory is that he begins to have a confused feeling about his identity again, and he has a sense of trance from time to time, and fragments of memory will flash in his brain from time to time.

Undoubtedly, this is very different from what he imagined.

But when he really realized this, he couldn't control it.

Because he actually found a diary he wrote the day before yesterday, and the contents of the diary made him feel even more creepy.

"This is my diary, a record of what happened in my day, if this is the only one in this diary, it proves that I am a normal person, and all I feel is delusion.

Conversely, if this diary contains a second and more of it, then... It proves that my hunch has come true, so be sure that I will not see the second diary entry appear. ”

In fact, simply looking at it, there is nothing in the content of this diary, which literally means as a test to test whether something unusual has happened to you.

If it really happened, then he would undoubtedly continue to write, and if not, then this diary is the end, and this is the end of it.

Literally, this is indeed the case, and there is really nothing to be afraid of, but in fact, the existence of this diary itself represents a kind of horror.

Because he didn't remember what he had written in his diary the day before yesterday, he didn't remember any discomfort he felt, and he couldn't remember why he had the idea of writing a diary.

I wrote something, but I can't remember when I wrote it, and why I wrote it in the form of a diary. If this diary had been written when he was a child, or if it had been a few years since now, he might not have been as frightened as he is now, but here's the problem, the diary was written only two days apart.

Even a fool would remember it, so how could he not be impressed at all?

When he realized this, an indescribable palpitation seemed to seal him, and he wanted to suffocate.

He remembered that Professor Cheng had said that mental illness has a strong repetition and that repetition is often accompanied by this kind of amnesia.

Thinking of this, he felt slightly relieved in his heart, and felt that the occurrence of this situation might be related to Xiao Mo's memory recovery in his brain, but no matter what the reason, this kind of amnesia was extremely terrifying, so he didn't dare to take it lightly.

By the time he thought about it with his chin on his chin at his fingertips, the bell for the end of the first class had already sounded, and the cheerful sound of the bell had summoned him out of his thoughts.

He didn't think much about it and decided to follow the journal and write the next one. In this way, even if he will still have amnesia in the future, as long as he sees these two diaries, he will react immediately.

"A very horrible thing happened today, and that was when I saw this journal and the one on the front page.

If it weren't for the exact same handwriting as mine, I wouldn't have believed that I wrote the diary myself.

Yes, I don't have the slightest impression of that.

I felt like I was having amnesia, but it was very strange that it didn't affect my life, what the hell. ”

Xiao Mo almost didn't think about it, so he casually left these few words in the diary.

He then closed the diary and put it in his bag. (To be continued......)