"Do you know what you are?"

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Deafening voices could also be heard from all around.

The loud sound struck my eardrums again, and I was fully awake.

…… Where is it?

My eyes were blurry, and my consciousness was still dizzy. After a while, I realized that the unusually dazzling light that illuminated my whole body was the ring light in front of me.

I reflexively reached out to cover the white light, only to find my arms tied to a bed close to my body. The transparent glass cover sealed me inside.

I looked around nervously. Two men dressed in white robes and white netting hats like nurses stood at the sides of the body. One of them, who was shorter than the one on the left, held what appeared to be a clipboard, and held a pen in her right hand and said:

"This thing can't speak. It is suspected that the vocal system has not fully evolved at the time of the change, and the question is asked again to confirm. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry that I could only make a staccato "uh-huh-hmmhh

I felt that my body was not the same as before, it became very heavy, and I became extremely afraid of external stimuli.

Needless to say, the ordinary sound of talking, the subtle grinding sound made my nerves tense. Maybe you are in a relationship in an unfamiliar environment and are full of wariness, and you feel more delicate than usual. But I still think the senses seem to be less acute.

The place where I am now is full of dissonance.

Ten years ago, this would have been natural. As far as modern times are concerned, human living habits have changed greatly, and it is impossible to have a space completely free of "beast tools", and even the pen held by a person who looks like a medical worker is actually a ballpoint pen that has been out of print a long time ago.

Moreover, I was seriously injured at the time, and even if the operation was successful, I would need the assistance of a medical beast to prevent the wound from becoming infected and speed up its recovery. Wouldn't it be a little too inefficient to rely on the old times to give nutrition just a little bit like this.......

I noticed another thing, in order to inject a drip into the right arm of the needle seems to ...... How to put it, it's thinner than usual. The skin with purple and cyan veins is so white that it feels like the color of a dead person.

Is it because of the injury and weakness?

Also, I'm not a dangerous person, why are you tying me up?

"Who are you, who are you...... What are you doing by trapping me here?"

I barely managed to squeeze out a muffled voice, and my emotions seemed agitated.

"The vocalization system is normal, confirmed. Ability to discern things, confirmation. Identity, unknown. At present, the reaction is panic on the electronic signal display, so the decision to administer sedative drugs has begun. 」

"Answer my question!"

"The electronic signal shows that the blood pressure of this organism is rising, and it is judged that the cause is caused by being left out and feeling impetic. It appears that the creature has a rudimentary concept of socialization. 」

The diminutive man in the white robe ignored my question.

I was like a creature experimenting, constantly being injected with new stimuli by the researchers to see how the object reacted. Perhaps for patients who have been seriously injured and fallen into a coma, a safety test is needed to confirm whether the brain hypoxia affects the intelligence, but is it a bit excessive?

The white-robed figure was a small, short, female woman, very young, probably the same age as me or a few years older. She was busy filling out the pieces of paper with the information she had just unreasonably obtained from me.

She has a slightly upright nose and red-rimmed glasses. The indifferent eyes that could not be hidden under the yellow lenses looked directly at the record book in his hand.

"I don't know who you are? As far as I can tell, the guys who would say that are stupid. To put it bluntly, everything is just an illusion, and when you actually look closely, there is no connotation at all. 」

The red-framed woman still didn't answer. Another white-robed man suggested whether or not to inject a tranquilizer, but she shook her head and continued to write the form.

My eyes were accustomed to the glare of the hanging lamp, and I could see the black ceiling that had risen so high above it. The wall had blue light and shadow prints on it, and it was constantly shaking.

I looked at the white wall that surrounded the bed—a thin screen rising from a crack in the black floor. Looking through the gap between the screens and the screens, I saw the floor with a dull metal texture. The blue light and shadow of the water also reflected and rolled there.

The machine collided with the metal, clearly penetrating the screen that enveloped me, echoing.

I don't know how many of the people who are put in glass cases like me are lying next to the screen.

Judging by the dress and cold attitude of the two men, as well as their strange assessment of me, it seems that this is not a hospital, but rather a large and large experimental field. I was one of the test subjects, and I was afraid that I would be disturbed during the test and temporarily separated from the things around me.

I tried to get up and inspect my flank, which had been pierced by the sharp wood, but the belt that bound my whole body hindered my movements. I was covered with a green patient gown covering the wound, and I felt that there was no discomfort in the area, as if there was no injury.

I should have been treated when I was unconscious, but where was I taken afterward?

Wouldn't the people of the Xue Ding Er family stop it if they knew that their valued heir had been moved? Wouldn't they know that your young master seemed to be facing a make-up exam crisis because he accidentally missed the "exam"?

Also, where is your most important sister, Neri, now? Are you safe? Come and show me so that I can feel at ease, okay?

What a misfortune.

I don't want to be studied at all.

Who's going to study whom? I want you two to figure it out.

I am deeply impressed by the rationality of the situation in which I am disturbed.

I narrowed my eyes at the woman with the red glasses on the goose's face, and said provocatively:

"It looks like a cold and heartless face, but it's actually disguised. In order to protect yourself, even if your heart is seen through, you must pretend to be indifferent, so that people can wonder if you have misjudged. This is undoubtedly a childish act of being afraid to communicate with others and hiding one's heart by not taking a stand. 」

The red-framed woman looked expressionless, as if she had done it on purpose, as I said, so that I could not guess what she was thinking. I was in a hurry to find an answer.

To counter her, I just have to pretend to believe that my judgment is correct.

The best way to cope is not to be attached to the truth of the facts, and to pretend to be convinced, and to always observe the other person's body movements and subtle changes in the face before reacting.

"I'm right. Because you habitually reply by not answering, and unconsciously fall in love with the process of observing the other person's reaction. Why did you fall in love with it? It's because I've been studied, so now I'm pretending to be a god, observing my pet and seeing how it behaves in the environment...... You must think that's a very interesting thing. 」

The red-framed woman still didn't speak, but stopped halfway through the form.

Another white-robed man had been watching from the side, but suddenly moved. The cart loaded with medical supplies was parked on the right, and he reached for the tools placed on it.

He tore open the package, took out the syringe needle, pointed it at the mouth of the glass bottle, and inserted the extraction potion.

"That's too much to talk about. Give him a taste of bitterness. 」

The red-framed woman immediately stopped him from acting impulsively.

I felt strongly that they didn't take me seriously...... To be more accurate, it is not to be treated as a person.

That's true...... It's infuriating.

"Huh, did I get it right? It turns out that you have really been studied (made) by someone......

That sentence destroys the rationality of the red-framed woman.

She had been on the calm side, and she had stopped her friends from trying to execute me instead of her. Now she can't get angry, and she just does it herself.

I saw the red-framed woman throw the clipboard and ballpoint pen at the person next to her, brutally snatched the syringe, and injected it into my drip bag without saying a word.

The agent quickly enters the body along the tube.

I suddenly felt groggy.

In a few seconds, I closed my heavy eyes.