The black and white grids on the ground are constantly changing, and the farther toward Room 1003, the faster they change.
Ji Le stared at the ground, found his footing, and only stepped on the white floor tiles.
As he moved, the two paragraphs in mid-air also changed.
Black text: You can never count on someone who doesn’t understand you.
White words: As long as one person recognizes me, I will have endless motivation.
Black words are always negative, while white words are the opposite. This represents the two contradictory thoughts in Bai Bo's heart.
"This man is too dependent on the outside world's opinion of him." Glasses Li appeared again, standing freely on the black bricks, unaffected. "If he is strong enough, he should defeat these people. He should do his best. Even if the outcome is not good, he has tried hard and has no regrets."
"People are different. If you are not in his environment, you cannot fully understand his difficulties." Ji Le stepped on the white grid and moved forward. "At least, you were a well-known client engineer before. Your skills are useful in everyone's eyes, but he can't prove that he is useful."
"In other words, his paintings are so spiritual that they can instantly show people's various emotional states and tear apart people's disguised masks. This would never be allowed today."
"But after he got the secondary card of the game, it was equivalent to having the ability to take revenge. How could he do nothing and simply lock himself into the tenth level of despair and die of self-destruction." Glasses Li felt a little hateful. steel.
"Not everyone is like you." Ji Le looked at the text in mid-air, and something changed again.
Black text: She is just cheating on you and perfunctory with you.
White text: I gained a friend and she approved of me.
After the two paragraphs of characters appeared, the black characters began to quickly erode towards the white characters. The white characters were unable to resist at all, and were finally assimilated into the black characters.
"If she deceived me, it would be better not to give me hope in the first place."
Ji Le frowned as he read these words.
He probably guessed the reason why Bai Bo suddenly changed like this. The key lies in nurse Diane.
The black and white characters represent Bai Bo’s two thoughts respectively. The white thoughts were eroded after they appeared, which shows that the black thoughts completely covered the white thoughts. If all the white thoughts disappeared, then the white wave would be hopeless.
Ji Le turned around and looked at the first two paragraphs, looking at the flashing white light "Help me".
"Bai Bo has not completely given up hope, so I must rescue him. If such a talent cannot fully utilize his talents, it would be a pity to be buried here."
"How are you going to save him? He is not like me at that time, who would simply pull the victim in. At least he is still mentally open." Glasses Li did not hold out any hope. "He's acting like a coward now. He's hiding in a dark room and won't come out. What can you do? I guess you can't even open the door in front of him."
Ji Le ignored Glass Li's words and still jumped to the next white floor tile.
The black and white characters in front of him continued to appear.
Black text: "He is just a mentally ill person. He seems to be talking normally, but he is already terminally ill."
White text: If I actively cooperate with the treatment, I will definitely be able to recover and be discharged from the hospital, so that no one will look at me strangely.
Black text: "He lets me watch him paint every day, and I'm bored to death."
White words: Thank you for staying with me. No one has ever been so patient with me before.
Black text: "Every time I see his paintings, I always feel chills running down my spine, which makes my mental level unstable."
White text: She said my painting was beautiful and she liked it.
Black text: "This job sucks. I complimented him to stabilize his mental state so he could be discharged."
White text: So the problem is not my paintings, but my mental state is indeed not stable enough.
Black text: She never considered me a friend, she hated me.
White text:…
Black text: My work is worthless and I am worthless to society.
White text:…
Black text: There is no doubt that I am a waste.
White text:…
Ji Le walked to the door of room 1003. At this time, the white words in the air had nothing to say and were completely drowned by the black words.
Looking back at the corridor I walked through, only the original sentence "Help me" shines brightly, while all the remaining white words are assimilated into black words and become the same sentence.
"I'm trash."
Ji Le shook his head, and then he pushed open the door.
Countless black ink marks rushed out from the door and turned into ink shackles, wrapping around Ji Le's wrists and ankles, pulling continuously.
At the same time, this layer began to shake violently, the white parts disappeared sharply, and the ink flowed down like blood, soaking all the parts that were not black.
The painful cry from the soul ran through the entire corridor, as if it was a resentful spirit with nothing to do and could only vent all the pain of betrayal through sound.
Ji Le struggled fiercely. He shook his arms and legs, trying to break free of the black shackles, but he failed. Instead, the black shackles were corroding his body, and his wrists and ankles were gradually dyed black.
Room 1003 was pitch dark.
"If you were a waste, there would be no genius in the world!"
Ji Le roared into the room.
"Genius is something that mediocre people cannot understand."
"You are different from others, but you are not mentally ill!"
"You are the most talented artist I have ever seen."
His words seemed to anger the people in the room even more. The ink marks launched a violent attack and flew out of the room, completely entangled Ji Le's body and hung him up.
"You can't lock yourself up like that!"
Those ink marks dragged Ji Le into room 1003.
Ji Le felt dizzy, and endless negative thoughts washed through his brain.
It's just "you are a waste", "you can't even install a terminal in your brain, you are a disabled person", "you were fired because you are a mediocre person" and so on.
"It's okay for you to use this trick against others, but it can't be used against me." Ji Le said quietly in the darkness. "If I cared about these claims, I wouldn't have come all this way and still be standing in front of you."
"I have heard these words many times since I was a child, but I don't recognize them!"
"Bai Bo, since your value needs to be affirmed by others, then let me be the one who affirms you."
[The box scene is being reconstructed——]
The black characters in the corridor on the tenth floor began to gradually disintegrate and were replaced by new white characters constructed by Ji Le.
"What kind of mental illness? Don't you know if you are sick yourself?"
"What I like to see in your paintings is the truth."
"Your paintings can make me feel emotional resonance, and my mental level has become more stable."
"You're not sick, you can go through the discharge procedures directly."
"A little nurse knows the art of making love, I just need to understand it."
"Stop being pretentious, come and work here, you'll get decent treatment and holidays."
"Don't ask me to repeat it again. Are you trying to call yourself a loser again?"
That sentence gradually brightened up, lighting up the road leading to Room 1003, and the black floor tiles began to fade.
boom!
Room 1003 suddenly lit up.
In front of Ji Le, a cuttlefish with fangs and claws was spraying ink, trying to dye everything black again.
