"Where is this?"

Tick, tick –

In the dimly lit room, the man opened his eyes with a pale face.

He looked at the unfamiliar surroundings around him, and his mind seemed to be corrupted by an invisible force, and there was no memory left.

"I am, who am I, why don't I have any memory?!"

Holding his severely aching brain, the man's mouth let out a painful moan.

After a few minutes, as the sensation of the whirling in his brain faded, he barely managed to support his weak body and got out of bed.

Looking around, the man found himself in a very rudimentary room.

There were no windows in the room, only a door, and there were no handles on the door, so it was clear that this was not a door that could be opened from the inside.

Frowning at the tingling sensation that came through his mind from time to time, the man looked around the room.

He saw that he was lying on a single bed, barely enough for one person to sleep, and the pale futon looked monotonous and deserted, and when he turned his head to the corner of the room, he could see a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards, and the toilet in the partition seemed to have some problems, and the sound of ticking water seemed to come from there.

Swept everything in the room and didn't have any useful items.

The man sat weakly on the bed, his expression a little dazed and a little distracted.

At this point, his mind was as thoughtless as chaos, with no memory of his body, or why he was in this cell-like room.

In the confusion, the man reached out and grabbed his hair, but the strange feeling from his wrist made his expression pause slightly.

Looking down, the man saw that there were numbers tattooed in black on his wrists.

“125？”

Judging by the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it is clear that the number was tattooed not long ago.

It's just that, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still doesn't have any thoughts.

Looking at the number on his wrist, the man froze there like a statue.

I don't know how long it took, in a room without any time, ten minutes...... Half an hour...... Or even longer.

Bang dang, bang dang!

From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of footsteps is very strange, heavy but undulating, as if it is approaching step by step with a measurement.

A few seconds later, footsteps stopped in the doorway.

The next second, a piece of food was thrown in through the food inlet on the door.

"Who are you and why are you keeping me here......"

Looking at the food being poured in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively, and he had a narrow view of the inlet, and vaguely saw a tall figure pass by the door of the room he was in, walking towards the next room with stiff steps.

As for the man's shouting, the other party did not react at all.

"Tell me, your purpose is ......"

Listening to the sound of heavy footsteps fading away, the man banged on the door and shouted.

His hands were red from the hard slapping, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling.

“……”

The man stopped, and the footsteps outside the door disappeared.

"Don't waste your efforts, it won't respond to your cries, and even whether it's really human or not is a question."

However, just as the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Who?!"

Hearing this sudden voice, the man immediately shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed something strange about the sound.

The sound sounded not in his ears, but directly in his head.

"My name is Charles."

Faced with the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his head answered.

"Like you, a test subject and a grotesque."

"Subject? Freaks! ”

The message given by the man named Charles in his mind was obviously beyond the man's expectations.

"That's right."

Not caring about the man's surprised reaction, Charles's voice continued in his head.

"I think you'll already see the number on your wrist, and that number represents your experiment number."

He listened to the other party's description, and looked down at the tattoo on his wrist again, and the doubts in his heart seemed to be solved.

"Looks like you know a lot about what's going on here?"

His gaze withdrew from the number on his wrist, and a look of wariness appeared on the man's face.

The man was obviously very wary of the voice that suddenly appeared in his head.

Ever since he woke up, everything around him had been strange, whether it was the environment he was in or the man who called himself Charles in his mind.

"Maybe it has something to do with my abilities."

Feeling the man's vigilance, Charles immediately explained.

"Since I became conscious, the guys here have been experimenting with me and a large number of weirdos like me, they injected a certain compound to stimulate the power in the body of the weirdos, some of the weirdos died because of the experiment, but there are also a small number of weirdos mutated under the power of the experiment, and gained powerful extraordinary power, and I am one of them, the ability I have gained can allow me to communicate with the people around me through the power of the mind even when my body is trapped."

"The power of the heart?"

Hearing Charles's description, the man couldn't help but flip open his sleeve, and then saw a clear injection mark on his arm.

With this mark as proof, the man couldn't help but believe Charles's words a little.

It's just that if everything Charles said is true, then what kind of ability did he get from the same experiment.

Frowning, he looked down at his scarred hands, and as his mind turned, he could feel a rush of power surging through his body, but nothing changed in the room.

I tried for a long time, but I still didn't figure out what I was capable of in the experiment.

The man gave up his actions with some regret and reached for the box containing the food on the ground.

Open the box, a small piece of bread and jam, and nothing else.

Seeing the food, the hunger that the man had forgotten seemed to appear in his body, and he devoured the bread.

In my mind, the conversation with Charles did not stop.

"Haven't you tried to escape from here?"

Swallowing the bread in three or two bites, the man opened the jam and savored the rare sweetness while asking Charles.

"Of course there were, and I've tried more than once to help escape by controlling the people who deliver food. However, no matter how much I invaded, these food deliverers seemed to have the ability to isolate my psychic power, and could not control their consciousness at all, and I even suspect that these guys were not human at all, because I did not feel the slightest human breath from them. ”

The message given by Charles made the man's heart, which was originally relaxed by food, a little heavier again.

If even Charles, who has mysterious psychic powers, can't do it, then what about him, a guy who doesn't even know what the abilities he has acquired, are there.

……

"I can feel that another fellow grotesque has left us."

In his head, Charles's heavy voice sounded again.

In the room, after receiving this sad news, the man's expression became a little more solemn.

For all this time, he has been trapped in a cramped room, living a life where day and night are reversed and time passes.

Of these, the only one who could provide him with information and communicate with him to prevent the man from falling into madness because of the empty environment.

Stopping his workout, the man gasped and got up from the ground.

Standing up with one hand on the edge of the bed, after a period of observation, the man already knew everything in the room he was in.

The room is deceptively ordinary, but strangely enough, there is not a trace of metal in everything.

Whether it's the wooden bed in front of you, or the toilet with a partition.

After the man's inspection, he found that these were made of plastic or wooden structures, including the food that was delivered every day, and the utensils used were mostly plastic or even no cutlery.

Originally, the man thought this was normal for all test subjects.

However, through the conversation with Charles, the man knew that this was his special case.

In other words, this is not the case with the rest of the grotesque people who were imprisoned in the room, and even Charles himself was roasted by huge chains.

"Why, only the room I'm in doesn't have any metal traces?"

Knowing the strangeness of the room he was in, the man began to think.

According to Charles, the purpose of the mysterious organization that experimented on these grotesque people seemed to be intent on instilling them with supernatural powers by injecting them with some unknown compound.

He had tried his hand after Charles had said this.

But nothing has changed.

However, if you combine this with the anomalies in the room, it may be possible to speculate.

The abilities he gained during the experiments may have some degree of correlation with metal, which explains why there is no metal in the room where he is imprisoned.

Perhaps, they are afraid of touching the metal themselves.

In his heart, such thoughts flashed, but the man made it clear that all this was just his guess in the end.

If he wanted to prove that the speculation was true, he would have to come into contact with metal objects.

However, in the current situation, such a situation is simply not possible.

The people of the unknown organization are extremely wary of him, and they don't even have any metal for the food they deliver.

"We can't afford to sit back any longer."

In the back of his head, Charles's voice continued.

"I can feel that there seems to be a breakthrough in their experiments, and over this period of time, there have been more and more grotesque people who have succeeded in their experiments, and once they have the experimental data they want, the next step is to process the experiment."

“……”

Charles's words, the man became silent for a while.

He knew very well what Charles meant.

"I need metal, big or small, I need metal to prove a guess!"

Half a ring, the man said in his mind.

He clenched his fists, knowing that this might be his only chance.

"If my guess is true, it might help us get out of here."

Hearing the man's words, in his mind, Charles was silent for a long time.

The voice came.

"I'll try to give it a try."

With Charles's answer, the corner between him and the man was also cut off.

……

And just like that, in the imperceptible passage of time.

A day, two days, or a week or more.

Bang dang!

The heaviness was basically accompanied by a box of food being thrown in the opening on the door.

Sitting on the bed, the man looked down at the box containing the food, feeling the familiar but instinctive feeling in it, he raised his palm, and the next moment a small rusty iron nail flew out of the box and fell into the man's palm.

Controlling the continuous movement of iron nails between the palms of the hand, it is as if you have life.

Looking at the freely moving nails, the man finally understood what the abilities he had awakened in the experiment were.

Magnetism, he is able to control the magnetic force of the metal and move it according to his own ideas.

It was because of his ability that the group that experimented with him deliberately imprisoned him in a special cell, leaving him without access to any metal objects.

"How?"

In the room, when the man looked at the iron nail in his palm with an excited expression.

In the back of his mind, Charles's voice rang out again.

It's just that, compared to the beginning, Charles's voice in his head has obviously become a little weaker.

It seems that during this time, his situation has not been good.

"I've made it."

Noticing the weakness in Charles's voice, the man restrained the excited expression on his face.

He slowly got up from the bed, raised his palm to control the rapid rotation of the iron nail in his hand, and fell to the position where the door lock was, and the iron nail began to drill through like a drill, directly destroying the special stone lock of the door, accompanied by lime smoke, and there was a gap in the closed door.

Bang –

Without hesitation, the man raised his leg and kicked the door open.

With a loud bang, the door opened.

The man walked out of the room, only to see that the room where he was locked was a special cell made of stone, completely independent and dozens of meters apart.

"Warning, warning!"

His eyes were withdrawn from the cell behind him, and as he escaped, the rapid alarm bells in the base rang out.

Accompanied by the rapid sound of alarm bells, tall bodies with the same appearance surrounded the man with heavy steps.

"It seems that Charles is right, none of you are human."

Sweeping the 'pacifists' around him, the man remembered Charles's previous words and couldn't help muttering a word.

The next second, he raised his palm and aimed it at the 'pacifist' in front of him.

"You guys like this may be a problem for Charles, but in my eyes they are full of flaws......"