Chapter 704

This extra text is like a diary. Chen Shi goes to find Lin Dongxue and explains the situation briefly. Then he opens the desktop computer in the living room and transmits the document to the computer.

Oddly enough, there is no such text in the computer version of the document, only the title and some basic settings at the beginning of the document. Chen Shi said, "I see. He wrote in the same color as the background in the blank of the document beginning."

So Chen Shi chose all the words, and then changed the color to black. Sure enough, this mysterious text appeared in the opening space, and it was the smallest font, so that it could be written in the space of a few pages.

"Why does he have to write in his own saved manuscript, so he can't send email Can't he access the Internet? " Lin Dongxue guesses.

"The man strictly monitors him and may check his computer, but these are the first old saved manuscripts, which is a blind spot. The man is a reader. He probably won't go to see what he has read. Xin Bai is betting on this probability."

"Why do you copy back the old manuscript?"

"Well I just want to review it. " Chen Shi rubs the tip of his nose.

Lin Dongxue didn't mind. She looked at the computer screen and said, "but in the old manuscript, who will see it?"

"Didn't we see it? He predicted that one day the police would intervene in the investigation and take away his computer, which might appear in the eyes of the police. "

The two continued to read --

"he began to live in my house and interfere with me! My life has always been lazy. Sometimes, I am inspired to write tens of thousands of words. Sometimes I can't keep up my energy for a few days. I often play games all night. I always admire those diligent writers who don't work hard because I am a slacker with intermittent passion. That person sleeps in the living room, which makes me feel tied up. He forbids me to close the bedroom door, and runs to check whether I am writing a manuscript. He should read every chapter in advance, correct the wrong words for me, point out the unreasonable places, and revise the manuscript is common to me. But it is a stranger who runs home, eats my food, and cares about me. I have a lot of opinions. I Shouldn't he be a free and independent man?

"On the third day, I put it to him. I said it was strange. We are not related. Why do you live in my house and care about me? I feel braver when I say something in my heart. He laughed and said that strange men and women are not relatives. When they see each other in the right eye, they can be together and share each other's property. What's the reason? The relationship between people is originally from scratch. He regards me as a confidant. When he first sees my words, he has a strong resonance. He feels like an old friend chatting with each other. He also hopes that I can treat him like this, "I know you better than you," he said. I roar, you get out of my house! His expression changed slowly, as if he had taken off a mask

"He started to hit me, took my cell phone and cut my internet cable. This thin and gentle man sat on the bed like a tyrant and supervised me to write. Resistance is sure to resist, but I can't beat him at all. After all, he is a manual worker, and I'm just a climber. After being hit and lying on the ground several times, I rushed to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife. TMD didn't care. I would kill him and bury him separately! As a result, I found that there was no knife on the kitchen knife rack, and all the pots, bowls, ladles and plates were put away. He appeared behind me in a gloomy way, holding his hands against the door, and said, "we need to establish some rules!"!

"One of the rules is that the work is everything. I have to code 8000 words in front of the computer every day whether I have inspiration or not, and give it to him for inspection. I have to discuss with him about the plot of the work. The second rule is that I can't leave my bedroom without permission, and I can't contact with outsiders. He also does the work of taking express delivery, dumping garbage, buying vegetables and so on. The third rule , to finish the work with quality and quantity guaranteed for seven days in a row, I can get rewards, which are usually not too much small requirements, such as what to eat or playing games for several hours; rule four, I need to report my psychological condition to him regularly, and I can't conceal it.

"Although I am cowardly, I am not a person who likes to obey! There are two kinds of personalities in the world, the destroyer and the guardian, just like the two poles of yin and Yang, the destroyer likes to break the existing things and create new things. In terms of psychological essence, the antisocial elements, writers and revolutionaries all have such personalities; the guardian, on the contrary, is born to like maintenance and management, they tend to be nostalgic and orderly, and they are suitable for police and doctors Officials, superheroes are also guardians. You will find that there is an eternal theme in the story of super Britain - to keep the world as it is. Of course, the evil guardians will degenerate into the old guard, the feudal remains, and the dog legs of the tiger. The reason why I didn't engage in the profession of lawyer after graduating from the University of political science and law is that one day I suddenly found my essence. What I yearned for was creative work. I was a destroyer yearning for freedom. I would not obey, never!

"I pretended to be sick, I broke my computer, I fasted, I ran to the window while he was sleeping and shouted for help to fight against him. After a long and arduous struggle between us, his violence began to escalate. He realized that I was strong under my weakness, and he decided to break my "backbone"! This day, he bought a lot of strange props for me to put on. It's an S.M. product. It's very shameful. I yell at you, let me die! After a beating, I cried and put it on. He whipped me with a small whip and told me to climb on the ground like a dog. A huge sense of shame filled my heart. For a few moments, I really thought I was a dog, but I hope it was a mad dog. Go up and bite his neck!!!

"He is addicted to this kind of teaching game. Although this man has no culture and often can't understand some idioms in my book, he knows that one thing, forced obedience can destroy the heart, which is the truth that Nazis, MLM scammers and unscrupulous entrepreneurs are all familiar with. There is a terrible consciousness in my heart - it's more comfortable to obey him. I fight against it desperately, but it spreads like a virus. I'm going to lose myself. Who can save me? Batman, Superman, iron man, where are you!

"I rnmp, eat s, I will kill you! I dare not kill a writer. I'll cut your throat tonight. I'm the son of a bitch raised by BZ. I'm the 18th generation of your ancestor (this paragraph is full of swearing, slightly)

"the murder plan was found out. I knelt in front of him, and on the floor was a sharpened chopstick, which I had prepared. He stood with his hands against the light, with a gloomy expression. All of a sudden, I was driven by a strong desire to survive. I cried to him and begged for mercy. I robbed the land with my head and said that my master was wrong. Forgive me, don't kill me, don't kill me! He held up my chin, my eyes were full of tears, and looked at him fearfully. Time was frozen. He said, "punish yourself until I am satisfied.". If I was pardoned, the joy of hope rose in my heart, and I nodded desperately. At that moment, I knew that I was finished, and I had fallen into the abyss of abyss