The envelope is made of yellow paper, which is hard and smells faintly lemony.

The mouth of the envelope was sealed with red fire paint, and after carefully removing the fire paint, a piece of letter paper folded in half fell out of it.

The letter paper is softer than the envelope, and I can't tell what material it is.

The handwriting on it is scribbled and messy,

There are also many water stains and stains that have long since dried up.

The letter reads as follows:

"Hello, Morgan.

By the time you read this letter, you must have installed your batteries, searched around the house, and were very confused about your current situation.

Thou art terrified, despairing, helpless,

I couldn't remember who I was, I didn't know where I was, and I had nothing but a cage-like rubber garment.

While this is a bit cruel for a person who has lost his memory, the current situation is what you deserve - you are a greedy, cowardly, insensitive, despicable, insidious, selfish, irresponsible, and only a villain who will only think of solving problems with evasion.

Perhaps only in this way can you awaken some of your conscience.

Your ultimate goal is to get out of here,

That glass battery, which can give you the energy you need for 3 hours of action,

If you exercise vigorously, it will drain faster – you need to keep an eye on the remaining solution in the battery, and when it runs out, you will die.

Unless you can find some kind of 'raw material' to get this machine back up....

I'm sorry I can't give you any more hints,

Thinking that you are looking at the letter at this very moment, thinking with that clumsy brain what I have written,

I felt sick all over.

In short, good luck. ”

Leon held the letter, frowned slightly, and glanced at the glass battery on his left shoulder.

The level of the transparent liquid inside the cylinder has dropped slightly, about one-eighteenth less.

"I've been in this room for ten minutes since I put the battery on, which means two hours and fifty minutes to use."

Leon said: "If the contents of the letter are true, then I, or 'Morgan',

It's because of something, you're stuck here - there could be many reasons,

For example, if you sleep with someone else's wife,

slept with someone else's husband,

Or maybe it's just plain moral turpitude that attracts righteous people, knocks me out, clears my memory and imprisons me here.

Just like Saw Horror. ”

He glanced around the room again, "If the person who set up the lynching has a vendetta against Morgan,

And he (possibly an alchemist) has enough technical skills to brainwash,

and create a huge space - the first phase of the mission description is to leave room A, which is enough to prove that the cage is more than just this small house.

So, will Morgan repeat this escape game?

No matter how many times you finish it, you will be knocked out with a stick by a lynchist in a full state at the last moment when you are about to escape.

Then clear your memories, move back here, and wait to wake up and do it all over again, endlessly, endlessly.

to enjoy the pleasure of revenge. ”

trapping the enemy in a cage of circulars so that he can never reach the truth of death,

It's a good idea indeed,

But when the object is yourself, it's not so interesting.

"There's no drag friction on the ceramic floor, the bed is neat, there's no blood or other bodily fluids – it doesn't look like a recycling.

Of course, it's also possible that the alchemist has reconstructed the room, or that it's a new unused room.

There are so many possibilities. ”

Leon scratched his head, and the leather gloves rubbed against the metal helmet, making a creaking sound.

"The handwriting of the letter is scribbled and blurred, slanted to the right,

It's all in English,

I don't know if the translation function of the system was secretly launched, and the exotic tadpole text was changed to English.

Or is it that the world is in English, and the travel diary is specially encrypted. ”

Leon groaned, took the envelope to the sink, dipped it in water with a leather glove, and carefully smeared it on the envelope and stationery, trying to find out what was hidden.

The result of the attempt is naturally failure,

Leon took the letter to the gate again, pointed the words on the letter at the keyhole of the door, and moved back and forth,

In order to detect whether the keyhole of the door is fake, its actual function is to use letter paper to activate.

The result of the attempt, of course, is another failure.

"Well, I knew these two unrelated things couldn't possibly take effect."

Leon put away the letterhead, turned around and walked to the metal cabinet, and tinkered for a while, but to no avail.

"I can't find it.... to be able to open the door or the key to this garment..."

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faucet of the sink in a daze.

"Wait..."

The wandering gaze focused on the wall above the sink, where a mirror should have been hung,

But when the mirror was removed, only a small exposed broken screw was left to hold the mirror in place.

Leon got up and stepped forward, pulling, turning, twisting, and breaking the screws.

Still can't remove the screws,

Luckily, the leather gloves are tough enough, otherwise your hands would have been scratched by the sharp tips of the screws.

"If this were a well-designed secret room, everything in the room would be useful..."

Leon groaned, turned and walked to the bed, picked up the sheets,

Pierce with screws and tear the sheets into strips of cloth.

"There's no mezzanine, so what about the mattress."

Leon took the mattress off the spring bed, placed it on the sink, and pressed it down on the screws, puncturing the surface of the mattress.

The gloves are too clumsy and heavy, they can't do fine work, and they can't tear the mattress.

But now with the help of screws, Leon spent a little effort,

The mattress was torn apart and removed, and a pile of white sponges and a painting fell out.

"Sure enough!"

Leon was in high spirits for a while, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

This is a crayon painting, the style of painting is immature, the color is bright, it should be a child's handwriting,

A glass window is painted on it,

and a little girl lying on the bottom panel, looking at the glass window with big eyes full of longing.

"What does that mean?"

Leon flipped through the drawing paper, "Why did the person who set up the dungeon put the painting in the mattress?" Is it implying that I will be punished for arching his cabbage?

This can't be a bureau set up by Officer Wang, right? ”