【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

There is no window in his room, and there is a layer of thick and breathless curtains on the nailed window frame, so the cold wind will not invade the room, but he is not afraid of the cold.

To be honest, if he had no choice, he would be happy to let those cold winds blow into the house, because the circulating air is the best proof that the house is alive, but the paradox is that the owner of this house is lifeless.

"Silan Udos is the eternal emperor!"

"Invincible like Napoleon!"

"Report, those Germans have made some new moves."

"The situation is urgent, our people are injured, it's an attack!"

......

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Those past events were played in a loop in his dream, like an old-fashioned projector. There was a bright light in a dark environment, which led to a beam of dim light, which hit the same bleak projection screen, and the past was presented by changing lenses. On the screen, what about yourself?Where are you?

The seventh seat in the sixth row of the auditorium is the best choice for watching movies in my opinion.His own past flashed in his eyes, but there was no ripple, as if they didn't belong to him at all.

"It's terrible..." He scratched his Ultramarine hair, as if that would straighten out his thoughts, but failed - damn he had no idea why he was dreaming about these terrible pasts! ! !

So he grabbed it with his left hand indiscriminately, and he pinched a part of the blanket in his hand in a twisted posture, tearing it off his body, but with a wave of his hand, he put the twisted blanket on his body, and walked straight out of bed.

Mirror, he needs a mirror.

A person doesn't need a big house, which will produce a kind of loneliness and paranoia, but he still chose a two-bedroom house, which happened to be next door to Salaman.

Mentioning that guy made me feel even more indescribably angry.

He quickened his pace, walked through the spacious hall, and came to the other end of the house—he wondered who designed this building in such a way that the two living rooms were the farthest apart, widening the quiet range, but also reducing the intimacy , Of course, this is for human beings. Don’t all human beings hope that the living rooms are adjacent to each other. When we wake up in the morning and open the door, we find that the relatives next door have just woken up.

But he suddenly slowed down, and finally stopped three meters away from another living room.

He lowered his head, put on the blanket again, and squeezed his lips tightly. On the top is a high nose bridge, and on the top are rare golden pupils, but at this moment they are blocked by the equally rare ultramarine hair .

"Hello."

Shelan Udos raised his head.

"Can I go in?"

His eyes were not as cold as usual, in fact they could almost melt the frosted glass of the door.

"Yes, you can come in."

He heard himself say it.

Then he took another step, put his pale hand on the doorknob, and turned.

The almost unopened door creaked, and his good night vision made it easy for him to see the furnishings in the house.

A two-meter-long mirror is finely inlaid on the wall, with ivory white shallow carved patterns on the four borders. Opposite the mirror is a cushioned chair with a metal bracket standing on the brown-yellow floor. The wallpaper in the room was dark brown with irises traced in light gold.

It stands to reason that he doesn't need to turn on the lights, but—

--"Snapped"

The whole room was instantly bright. He hadn't seen such a strong light for a long time. He narrowed his eyes, and after getting used to it, he opened them wide and looked at the bright mirror.

He came closer, sat down on the chair, and tugged at the blanket again.

"It's been a long time since I saw you."

"Well, it's true... I figured out how long it's been... two weeks?"

"It doesn't look like a long time."

"But it always feels like a long time."

"Then put on a greeting like you haven't seen for a long time, that's how the French should be!"

"Haha, that's exactly what you said."

The young man on the chair restrained his smile, and the expression of the young man in the mirror returned to calm.

"Hello, Shelan Udos."

He stretched out his hand, and the blue blood vessels could be seen clearly in the white one, which was covered with a cold mirror.

"Long time no see, Silan Udos."

The young man in the mirror also stretched out his hand, stroking the face of the young man on the seat through the flat mirror.

"I have something to ask you..."

"Go ahead and I'll tell you everything I know."

And all I know is all you know, why?Because we were originally the same person.

There is only one person in this mysterious light-filled room from beginning to end, and that is Sheran Udos himself.

This is his habit, talking to himself, but he hopes to talk face-to-face. He always feels that the past self is different from the present self. In fact, they are the same in their bones, but he has not discovered it, and he deliberately does not find it. .In the end, talking to the mirror is nothing more than a solution to loneliness, a ritual, like a Catholic who knows when to go to church and where there is a confessional to provide himself with sustenance.

He needs a sustenance, an interlocutor, or...companion.

So he chose to deceive himself.

200 years ago, Silan Udos was pinched by his own neck and stuffed into the mirror. Now he is another existence, a new and lonely existence, and loneliness is the most unbearable. When he discovered this, He thought of the self that was stuffed into the mirror——

— of the same kind, that is the only kind.

"Where am I from?"

"Paris, you are from Paris."

"Why should I take the train?"

"The private box gives you peace. You can close the curtains to prevent the sunlight from entering. Also, lock the door so that no one will disturb your sleep."

"Did anyone die on the train?"

"No, you hunted before boarding the train."

"Who did I kill?"

"Can not remember."

His eyes were lowered, and his golden pupils were indifferent, a tacit approval of his behavior, because he knew that he really didn't remember.

So what?You're dead anyway.

Why should I remember your face?I don't even know your name.

In other words, I don't know you at all.

"But on the day we arrived at the station, someone died."

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but he's the conductor at the station."

"Ah, I seem to have a little impression."

"And where did I go?"

"Here, you got the key and came to this 'home', this place belongs to you."

"And what happened?"

"Go hunting as usual, but you bumped into a man, and his dropped key was picked up by your meddling."

"Who is he?"

His hands tightened the blanket around his body, like an avenger eager to hear the name of his enemy, but he raised his head and looked directly at himself in the mirror, with an expression that seemed to be indifferent—contradictory.

"Salamanda Farr."

"..."

"Who is he?"

"Troublesome kids, vulnerable kids who are being bullied by their classmates."

"Who is he?"

"He told you his name, hoping to know your name, by the way, he gave you a gift, that is the first gift you can still remember."

"...Who the hell is he?!"

"I do not know."

"You are lying to me."

"No, I don't." He put his hands on his chest and slowly moved towards his heart, "You don't have a voice, but I do."

He was still sitting on the chair, leaning back, leaning on the soft cushion, and covering his chest with his hands.

"So I didn't lie to you, who is he? Who knows?" He heard himself in the mirror answer.

"Enough fucking!!!!"

He jumped up, pulled back the blanket, and looked viciously into the mirror.

"I don't need to know who he is!"

Then he stretched his limbs and walked to the door of the room——

--"Snapped"

In an instant, everything returned to the flat mirror, or fell into darkness again.

"Don't go, you forgot a question."

"I've finished asking what I wanted to ask."

No you don't.

Shelan Udos heard an ear-shattering loud noise, and it seemed to be echoing in a cave, but it was a little different.The echoes in the cave will become weaker and weaker until they disappear, but now these sounds are making him dizzy more and more.

"Did you forget the question you wanted to ask?"

His pupils constricted suddenly, he remembered that question, and felt that it was a different kind of threat.

"...I came by train, why did I come here?"

"sorry, I do not know."

damn it.

"Oh!"

He closed the door and threw the blanket on the sofa in the hall.

He's not schizophrenic, and he certainly doesn't have multiple personalities.

The conversation with myself is just to divide the loneliness into two parts, and tell myself that my loneliness is not as much as I imagined.

He knows himself best, and he can know everything, but now, there are two questions that he can't answer, and he feels extremely irritable.

Forget it.

He felt a sense of hunger, followed by the collapse of blood vessels, as if the foundation of the viaduct was broken, and his whole body was tilted.

Since I can't answer it myself, there is no need to think about it.

He needs to learn to deceive himself, but he doesn't need to be too horny.

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