I woke up.

It is a very elegant room. With white as the main color, the décor is understated and luxurious. I lay on a large white bed in the middle of the room, surrounded by a long beige drapery.

I don't know who I am or where I am.

Quiet all around. It was just me in the room, and it was horribly empty.

I looked around and saw a white triangle bathed in the sun, and a round French glass table. Next to the table are two matching white chairs, and there is a half-drunk glass of water on the table. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows is an endless sky, and the sun is shining through the glass uncontrollably.

I felt my eyes stinging a little bit, so I got out of bed and pulled up the blackout curtains.

This may be my room, because I naturally feel the switch of the wall lamp / in / the dark / in the dark/darkness/.

In the right amount of light, I noticed a few white pills and a note on the only table in the room, in addition to a glass of water, and a note: "Give yourself - remember to take your medicine." ”

Without any doubt, as if subconsciously, I naturally grabbed the pills and swallowed them with the water in the glass. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my long pajamas and walked out of the room.

Outside the room was a dark hallway that was completely different from the one in the room, and it was a long time that I couldn't forget. The light leaked through the crack in the door onto the heavy carpet in the hallway, but it couldn't extend farther to the left and right.

…… Did someone close the blackout curtains at the end of the hallway?

I felt to the right, in the quiet darkness I was getting farther and farther away from the light source behind me, I counted my steps with my heartbeat, and when I counted "27", I reached forward with both hands, grabbed something soft, and pulled it to both sides - in an instant the sunlight filled the otherwise dark and gloomy corridor.

I looked back and saw a staircase on the other side of the hallway, a heavy blood-red carpet on the floor.

I went downstairs, and the blood-red carpet broke at the last step of the staircase, replaced by a neat wooden floor, and in the center of the wooden floor was inlaid with a whole piece of white jade, and the sunlight cast directly above the center of the spiral staircase, which shone right on the white jade, and the white jade was crystal clear.

Surrounding the white jade is a group of milk coffee-colored sofa groups, on which are also messily placed several fabric toys filled with particles, one of which has a zebra-shaped one that has been cut open, and the filling inside is scattered all over the ground. I recognized it as the kind of white pill I had taken in the morning. I walked around the sofa group and headed for the main entrance.

The main entrance has a straight ceiling, and the texture of mahogany makes it look huge and brilliant. I unscrewed the handle, pushed open the heavy front door with all my strength, and couldn't wait to look out.

Outside are endless fields of flowers, and a straight gravel path stretches from the doorway that disappears into the horizon.

I took a few steps outside in disbelief and walked around the house without giving up, finding no means of transportation. I walked a little further along the path, and when I saw that the houses behind me were getting smaller and smaller, the scenery around me remained unchanged, it was still a field of red flowers, and the path still had no end in sight, and I finally realized that it was all in vain, so I gave up and turned around and walked back.

By the time I got back to the front door of the house, the sun was already shining brightly in the middle of the sky. That's when I felt the hunger in my abdomen.

In the spacious and clean kitchen, breakfast, lunch and dinner wrapped in plastic wrap were found. Knowing that it was past breakfast, I ignored the whole wheat bread slices stacked with tempting omelettes and sausages, and microwaved the curry rice in the middle, and served it to the table.

Putting the dishes in the dishwasher, I started walking around on both floors. I found that all but the room I had come out of was locked. I had no choice but to go back to my room and start rummaging around hoping to find something.

Of course nothing.

When I returned to the living room, the TV screen had been twisted into a strange shape, but it didn't affect its use.

I turned on the TV. Full of snowflake screens. In order to get more information, I didn't give up pressing the remote control.

Suddenly, at one of the stations, I heard some faint voices.

Although the screen is still a snowflake screen. I turned the volume up to the maximum. I heard a man's voice: "...... As the profession changed, we found that the user's emotions ......"

The voice weakened again, and then the screen suddenly lit up, and a medicine bottle appeared. I immediately thought of the white pill I was taking. However, the pills in the brown pill bottle in the picture are blood-red.

The picture shows a woman pouring out a pill and eating it, her face distorted by the screen folded in half. After she finished eating, she showed a weird smile, and then the picture returned to the snowflake screen.

“…… This strange phenomenon has occurred, and the expert group noted that no reference has been found to refer to the cause or coping strategy...... "The man's voice has returned." That's when I seemed to hear something coming from the kitchen.

After a moment's hesitation, I walked to the kitchen. I saw a strange reflection in the hall mirror, like a twisted arm, pointing straight at the kitchen. When I looked closer, I realized that it was a broken potted plant, and the pot was broken and fell to the side. The strange red flowers growing on the potted plant smelled sweet, and reminded me of the blood-red pills and the woman's lips on the TV just now.

I continued to walk towards the kitchen. The breakfast in the kitchen was still in its entirety, but the dishwasher seemed to be stuck. Confused, I walked to the dishwasher and pressed the stop button, but there was no response, so I pulled the door open.

Whoa...... What was sprinkled was a full load of blood-red pills, some of which had been shaken and turned into blood-red powder, and they were all flying, and the plates that had been put in them were long gone.

At this moment, an emotionless mechanical voice appeared above the house: "Subject 3170, failed the test, please wait in place for recovery." ”

I was still stunned when a group of suspicious men in chemical hazmat suits and armed with firearms rushed in from the kitchen door, encircling me in the middle.

Before I could react, I was caught, felt a pain in my neck, and then lost consciousness.

It seems like a long time has passed.

“…… Subject 3170 has regained consciousness. When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was this familiar mechanical sound. I squinted my eyes slightly, and as I got used to the light, I began to look around.

It's a room that's too simple to do. There were snow-white walls everywhere, and there was only one bed under me in the room.

At this moment, the wall in front of me gradually became transparent, and there was a straight snow-white corridor outside, and the rest of the place was pitch black. I heard footsteps, the sound of high heels, and then a woman appeared at the farthest end of the hallway.

It's the woman on TV. She walked towards me with that weird, blood-red smile on her lips.

I heard her say, "No. 3170, you're disappointing me. You didn't notice the existence of the 'species' and didn't take your medicine on time. If my troops hadn't shown up in time, you'd have been dead. ”

“…… What do you mean? I asked in a hoarse voice.

"The 'species', the origin that led to the world what it is today, exists in our bodies. Our world is facing destruction, and the only hope is for you who have volunteered to be sent into the laboratory. I didn't expect your reactions to be worse than the other. ”

"Voluntary? But I don't have any memories of that......"

"It's okay, everyone who just enters the lab must be erased, and the agreement you signed says it's all right. But now that it has been proven that you are not a dangerous person sent by some terrorist organization, the memories can be returned to you. She said, walking to the other end of the transparent wall and starting to type numbers on the wall.

A wave of sleepiness hit me, and I fell asleep again.