Using online pictures to post to Moments shows that this time your identity is too concerned about the opinions of the outside world.
The further he scrolled, the more Su Qingyu suspected that this identity might have a performative personality.
The frequency of posting to Moments is very high.
Basically I can post two or three posts a day.
It’s almost blowing up the screen.
It feels like the entire circle of friends, except for micro-business advertisements, is the person with this identity in the copy, posting like crazy.
Su Qingyu kept turning down, and her fingers were getting tired.
She saw that this identity had been posting selfies three months ago.
The time period is relatively concentrated.
Mainly concentrated within one month.
This selfie is also beyond description.
Ai changes face.
The identity in the copy found some pictures of models with huge bodies on the Internet, then cut out the models' faces and put his own face on them.
Copywriting: It’s so annoying, I’ve gained weight again today.
Since Su Qingyu entered this dungeon and assumed the identity in the dungeon, those Ai face-changing pictures used Su Qingyu's face, which made her frown.
It's so uncomfortable.
Even if you choose online pictures, can't you choose something with a unified style?
Some of them look like Caucasian models at first glance, but if their faces are changed, it feels very inconsistent.
This identity also likes to label itself very much.
After a while, I posted a picture, saying that I had obsessive-compulsive disorder and couldn’t stand the messy arrangement of bags, so I had to buy a display cabinet to put them neatly.
With pictures, I searched the large villa bag display cabinets online.
After a while, he said that he has an avoidant attachment personality. The more he loves, the more he wants to stay away.
With the picture, a wounded angel.
The most exaggerated thing is that there is a photo in it, which should be the original owner taking a class in a university classroom. Her copy said that she has mysophobia and cannot sit on public tables and benches, so she must use paper as a cushion.
And the strange thing is that the paper used is newspaper.
This kind of performing personality will attract the attention of others through exaggerated words and deeds when getting along with others. When alone, it will feel painful and try to express itself again through other means.
After reading Moments, Su Qingyu had a preliminary understanding of the identity in the copy.
At this time, the elevator door opens.
What came into view was not a corridor, but a room with walls made of flesh and blood. The room was filled with a strong fishy smell that was suffocating.
The scent of flowers in Su Qingyu's pocket made her feel better.
Dim incandescent lamps hung on the ceiling. Su Qingyu's eyes fell on the knives and pliers on the wall of the room. Those tools were hanging on the wall. None of them were brand new. The tips of the knives were covered with blood stains and shone with a cold light. light.
There was a long table in the center of the room, covered with a clean white cloth.
Su Qingyu stepped on the soft flesh and blood floor and stepped forward cautiously. She saw that the long table was covered with various internal organs, including lungs, heart, stomach... Those internal organs seemed to be alive and beating.
This scene made Su Qingyu feel a little numb.
There was movement under the table.
Su Qingyu listened carefully and heard a slight cry.
She lifted the tablecloth and found a trembling figure under the table. He was curling up, burying his face in his knees, and crying like a kitten meowing.
From the back view, Su Qingyu judged that the person was a child of seven or eight years old, very thin, and her protruding spine could be seen through the thin clothes.
Still bald.
Su Qingyu was already frightened out of experience by the weirdness in the copy.
She guessed that if she called this little girl now, when she raised her head, she would probably have no face, or her face would look the same as the back of her head.
Youyou dove directly under the table and got close to the bald little girl, trying to see her face.
When he was at the Red Apple Circus, he took special care of the vase girl.
When the little girl saw Youyou coming, she got down on all fours and crawled to other shadows under the table.
She also had tubes attached to her limbs.
Restricted by the tube, her movements were stumbling.
"Youyou, don't scare her." Su Qingyu also bent down, grabbed Youyou's ankles, and dragged him out from under the table.
If he was scared away, where would Su Qingyu go to ask for clues.
Youyou is still innocent and innocent: "Master, I just want to get close to her."
"Everyone ran away on all fours. It's obvious they don't want to be friends with you."
If Su Qingyu was just wandering through the dungeon alone at this moment, this little girl would most likely show a terrifying and twisted look to scare her.
But because Youyou is there, the weirdness in the dungeon is basically a detour.
To them, Youyou is even more scary.
Su Qingyu took out a ghost coin and led the little girl out from under the table.
"Come out and play with your sister, and she will buy you candies." Su Qingyu's tone was very much like the big bad wolf tempting the little white rabbit to open the door.
The little girl's head emerged from her legs and knees, and her whole body was tied together like a hemp rope.
Fortunately, although her face was sunken inward, all her facial features were still there.
"What are you doing here... Ka Ka Ka... at my house?"
"The elevator stopped at this floor, so I came in."
The little girl's head twisted into a weird posture, and she said: "Elevator...kakaka...what elevator? When did this building install an elevator?"
Su Qingyu turned around and pointed at the elevator door that was always open.
The elevator stopped at the tenth floor, motionless.
None of the buttons inside react when pressed.
The little girl looked at the elevator and was stunned for a moment, then showed a complicated expression and said something that Su Qingyu couldn't understand: "Now is not the time to take the elevator.
Have you gotten on the elevator yet?
Click, click, click… My mother wouldn’t let me take the elevator, and I couldn’t leave this room. "
"Why isn't your mother at home?"
"Mom...kakaka...go to work." Although this little girl looks a little weird, she is not too aggressive and talks more. "Mom is an artist. She can shape and color clay figurines. .
My mother is very busy at work and has to come home very late every day to stay with me.
Do you want to live in my house? You can stay here...kakakaka...if you're willing to put your kidney on the table and skip the elevator. "
Su Qingyu shook her head. She needed to clear the dungeon and couldn't stay.
I don’t dare to do it for free, let alone leave a kidney.
She smiled and refused: "I have other things to do and there is no way to stay."
The little girl returned to the corner again in disappointment and stopped talking to Su Qingyu.
Su Qingyu put down the white tablecloth and looked for rules in the room.
Youyou assist.
This room feels soft to the touch, coupled with the red color that stimulates the senses. If you stay here for a long time, your mental value will drop rapidly and people will collapse.
Su Qingyu needs to hurry up.
"Ding--"
The elevator made a sound of starting.
Youyou reminded: "Master, the elevator door is about to close."
