The dim light and the black veil made my visibility so low that I stuck to one of the walls and started rubbing my head.

I tried to scrape the black gauze off my head, but after a few attempts I managed to get my left eye out of it.

But the black veil was still on my head at the moment, and it was holding my right eye.

I looked closely and sat up cross-legged.

I saw faint blood stains on the ground, what seemed to be from the back of my head.

It seems that the injury is really serious, and I can see the room in front of me clearly.

The previous conjecture of ten square rooms was confirmed, and it was barely empty.

There was a bed and a toilet, and the bed was a solid black board.

The material is not clear for the time being, and it seems to have been welded to the ground directly.

There was also a thin quilt and pillow on top of the bed, and nothing else.

The toilet appears to be embedded directly into the wall without any buttons.

While I was still researching, the lights came on.

I had a thorough view of the room, which was filled with cameras.

There was a strange mechanical ticking sound, and my arms could be separated.

I stood up and tore off the black veil and looked at my hands.

It was two octagonal metal bracelets, and I tried to put them together.

Apparently I locked my hands behind my back like this before, and I guess my hands can be locked up if they want to.

Looking at the reflection of the handcuffs, it seems that I can barely see something.

I raised my hand behind my head and leaned into the two bracelets with an extremely reluctant view to see the wound on the back of my head.

The wound healed, and a piece of glass fell to the ground.

It was so hard that one of the glass ashtrays that smashed me was embedded directly in the back of my head.

When I was still trying to pick up the glass on the ground, a crack the size of a thumb opened in the ground.

The whole room actually began to rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, and by the time I translated, I seemed to be on the ceiling.

The next moment the whole room was reduced to me and I shook on the floor, I don't know how many times the whole room shook.

The glass and black gauze were gone, apparently thrown into the thumb-sized opening from before.

At this time, the opening was gone, and the quilt and pillow were messy in the corner.

At this moment, I realized why the bed and toilet were welded to it, it was really uncomfortable.

I got up and walked to the toilet and pushed it open, although it was the shape of a toilet, it was just a storage space.

I spat into the inside, and the lid closed slowly and automatically.

I tried to break my hand but found that I couldn't do it at all, and after a sucking sound, I managed to remove the toilet.

It was empty again, and the phlegm it had had been missing before.

I think it's supposed to be a vacuum pumping device, but it's too smart to recognize.

The glass slag I brought, the small piece of phlegm I spit out can be recognized?

I looked up, and apparently the surveillance overhead was supposed to be human.

Maybe it's still monitored 24 hours a day to make sure nothing goes wrong. I don't know if the people who monitor are in three shifts, and there is one person in charge of a few.

The wall against the wall actually has a small air window, which is round and the size of a palm.

I immediately walked over, and it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

I tried knocking on the glass, but I didn't dare to use it too much to know it wasn't an ordinary material.

"Brother, it's new."