After bidding farewell to Anyang, I walked on the street, reminiscing about the weird things that happened these days. I always feel that there is another person in my family, I can’t see him, but he is watching me secretly, and now, he has started to steal my inspiration.
I bought a camera to install on the bedside, the camera is facing the past, just can see everything in front of my computer, I will record the latest inspiration here every day, wait until two days later I will write these inspirations into novels and hand them to Anyang. Perhaps it was just these two days that allowed that inspiration thief to take advantage of the loopholes! In this case, I stopped recording inspiration and wrote a novel directly for Anyang to read.
In order to ensure that I can always pay attention to the movement in the room when I go to bed, before going to bed at night, I did not take the sleeping pills bought at the pharmacy. Putting down the sleeping pills, I suddenly remembered the words the drug seller said to me: “This medicine can give you a steady stream of inspiration, but the dosage needs to be careful.”
I laughed, During that time, I didn’t have any inspiration. After taking this medicine, I would have a dream every night, and those dreams were written into novels by me after I woke up. Anyang also praised me for being a rare talent. Today, I no longer need this bottle of medicine.
Anyang came to my house for half a month. During this period, he sat next to me and watched me finish writing the fifth manuscript with his own eyes. After he was convinced that I was innocent, he moved back to his home.
Until today, he saw in the mailbox that the fifth manuscript I handed to him that day was sent to him by Anonymous two days ago. At that moment, both Anyang and I were shocked.
I immediately turned on the surveillance video and adjusted it to August 26. The next second, I opened my eyes wide and opened my mouth wide in surprise, “No! This is impossible.”
An Yang seemed to understand something, so he comforted on the phone and said, “He Yong, You have sleepwalking, don’t you know it yourself?” The surveillance video showed that at two o’clock in the morning that day, I approached the computer in an extremely stiff posture, like a ghost, leaning in front of the computer and tapping on the keyboard. .
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“When I met you that day, I saw that you were in a bad spirit. During the few days you went to live in your house, every night in your room The sound of you typing on the keyboard came out.” Anyang said, “I didn’t bother you at that time, because I was afraid to wake you up. Now it seems that you are indeed sleepwalking. I have found someone to find out the IP address of the account of Anonymous. Same as yours! In other words, you are one person.”
No, it’s not like that.
Just when Anyang told me the truth, I suddenly discovered that there was something wrong in the surveillance video. The person in the surveillance video was not me at all! Because he didn’t get off the bed, butClimbed out from under the bed! In a very strange posture, like a squirming bug, he slowly crawled out of the bed and stood up again. Finally appeared under the camera, becoming “me” and walking towards the computer. As the day dawned, this “me” slowly crawled back under my bed!
My God! There is such a monster under my bed. I eat and live with him every day. He plagiarizes my creativity like a beast in the dark.
When I was about to tell Anyang on the phone, I saw a figure slowly approaching me from the reflection of the vase next to the computer!
“Help—”
In the next instant, a hand covered my mouth. That person has a face exactly like mine, and even his expression is exactly the same as mine.
“He Yong, what’s the matter with you?” Anyang’s voice came from the phone, and the person in front of him gave a scornful smile and hung up the phone. He raised the vase on the table and slammed it on my head. Only then did I realize that this person really exists!
“Why didn’t you continue to take the medicine?” He asked loudly, “There are still two pills on the table, why don’t you continue to take it!”
Six months ago, I couldn’t write good works due to insomnia, so I went to a drug store and my boss recommended this bottle of medicine to me. After that, Anyang received my manuscripts almost every two days. He was indeed the inspiration for this medicine! When the vase hit my head again, my eyes could no longer be opened.
“Don’t worry, no one in this world will know our secrets. I will always replace you, because I am your real inspiration. And now, I can get rid of’inspiration ‘This name becomes the real you.”
Two months later.
“It’s wonderful! Inspiration can actually replace people.” After reading my manuscript, the editor Anyang said to me happily, “You even let me make a cameo in the novel. Hahaha.”
I replied to his message like enclaves: “Do you like it?”
“Like!” After a while, Anyang Ask me: “He Yong, is your sleepwalking gone?”
I turned my head and glanced under the bed. It was very clean. “Of course.” I said affirmatively, “I will bring better and more perfect works.”
After all, in this world, no one cares who the writer is. They just want to see the best stories and the most exciting life, who cares whether the fingers flying across the screen are people or inspirations.
And I really like this body. The feeling of sunlight shining on the body is really good.