The author's diary of ghost stories

All people are manifestations of your inner personality.

All copies are stories you have written.

These two sentences kept swirling in Yu Liang's mind, making him unable to help but frown.

Why would this memo be so clear about his situation?

Is this really what he left behind before he lost his memory?

If the real Yu Liang left it to him, then what exactly did he want to do?

Want him to wake up from his dream completely?

Yu Liang instinctively didn't believe these things, but everything mentioned in the memo hit his reality at the moment.

In fact, he had thought about this issue after the rabbit game.

If he really only spent five minutes in the dream, then at what time did he meet Xu Cixi?

He can complete the task and return to reality, but what about Xu Cixi?

Xu Cixi needed to come back from Wangcheng. How could he return to Haicheng so easily and quickly, so that he was caught by Li Huachao and brought to his home that night?

Five minutes is the time for a dream, but did he dream of the rabbit-shaped god, or did the rabbit-shaped god dream of him?

No matter what the situation is, there are things that cannot be explained clearly by logic.

When he returned home at that time, he simply attributed these things that were wrong to the fourth dimension, and then stopped thinking about it.

What made Yu Liang feel even more confused was——

He really couldn't remember what he wrote in his first book.

I only remember that it was a collection of short stories with a suspenseful and supernatural theme, a collection of all his fantasies in high school.

May have written...

zoo?

Prison mirror?

Rabbit game?

Smiling moon?

Yu Liang tried his best to recall, but after opening the table of contents of the book in his memory, he could only see the chapters "Zoo", "Prison Mirror" and "Rabbit Game".

These are the things he is experiencing now.

And everyone he met seemed to be a reflection of a certain personality of his, a character generated in his mind.

It's just like……

In the afternoon many years ago, he wrote the first word like this.

First customize a world view, then generate the personality settings of the main characters, and finally let all the characters take the stage to unfold the plot.

create.

Naxu.

universe.

Writer is such a profession.

Everything that happens here is completely in line with his own logic. Even if there is something irrational, he will subconsciously ignore it, or forcibly erase it in some strange way.

Yu Liang felt that his head was a little dizzy. He wanted to find a fatal loophole that could break this lie, but for some reason he couldn't find it.

On the contrary, the "real-life Yu Liang"'s home from the prison mirror copy appeared before his eyes.

"Realistic Yuliang"?

No, that was his true self at the age of eighteen, a guy who gradually became paranoid and crazy in the dark days.

Gloomy and silent, with mid-range grades and extremely unsociable.

On the one hand, there is no hope for improvement, and on the other hand, he has amazing talent, but that talent is only known by the notebook where he records inspiration casually.

after that……

The weirdness of the first book made him achieve unprecedented success, but at the same time, it also caused him to lose his crazy and stubborn inspiration. Since then, his books have languished and never improved.

Yu Liang's eyes focused on the memo on his phone again. Among the blank documents, black text slowly emerged.

——

[You who once saw the light can no longer accept yourself falling into darkness again, and your paranoid desire to create will eventually swallow you up.

So you are crazy.

You escape into the weird universe you have spun.

Here, you are the protagonist, and the whole world revolves around you.

From the lowest starting point to standing at the top of the world, you must try your best to get everything you can't get in reality.

But with the character traits you have set for yourself now, there are many things you cannot do.

In fact, your subconscious mind knows that if you do those things, you will be richly rewarded, so you have arranged a "creation" ability for your career as a writer, and borrowed it from others...

Do what you cannot do.

No, as I said, whether it is Li Huachao or Lu Baoshen, these people are all manifestations of your own personality.

It is precisely because of this that all the crazy actions done by Li Huachao or others will ultimately benefit you.

If you think about it carefully, in fact, many times in the past, illogical things happened at every moment.

So now——

Do you still think I'm lying? 】

Yu Liang closed his phone and kept thinking, trying to find loopholes in this argument, but found nothing.

Clicking on the page, he used the Brave Seal on himself, but it was of no use.

He was only shaken by the words on the memo, not a negative state.

Or maybe this negative state comes from the source of the ghost story, which he can't solve with a simple seal.

Yu Liang felt that he might have forgotten something.

Lost some memories and filled in some unfamiliar memories.

It's not necessarily a stranger, it may just be that he has forgotten these special memories in the past.

perhaps……

Is this really just the fantasy of a lunatic?

Those people who applauded the new book were actually there when he wrote his first word at the age of eighteen?

Because he was obsessed with the glory of the past, he wrote these stories again.

No, the memo is fake.

Absolutely fake.

But why couldn’t I really write it down later?

I really can’t write it down.

Only the ability to produce garbage.

——

["Your writing is very spiritual, but that was all in the past."

"Then this book..."

"I don't know what happened to you, why is it like this now? What you write is suspense and horror, not youth pain literature. I need bizarre and twisty stories, not lyrical... Sorry, that's possible It would be hurtful.”

"Even if I publish it under my original pen name...doesn't it have any commercial value?"

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Yu Liang."

"...\