I recorded this on the bed board and covered it with a quilt, and then slept on the floor myself so as not to destroy the traces. Of course, I was not able to see what I was recording, but I knew that the other party should know what I was doing.

It was the ninth day I recorded playing with the quilt and the whole room spun again.

With a 180-degree flip, I fell straight to the ceiling.

The pillow and quilt were also grabbed by the outstretched mechanical arm and subsequently rolled inside.

The camera poked out to observe the bed on the ceiling at this moment, and saw what I had recorded clearly.

Then a robotic arm stretched out from the floor and cleaned the bed directly on the ceiling.

Throwing out a new quilt and pillow, I turned it 180 degrees upside down again, and I fell heavily to the ground.

No recording is allowed, and apparently the room is almost full of mechanisms.

I crouched on the ground and looked at the mechanical arm that had roughly changed before, but the ground was neatly and neatly fit.

If you look at it with the naked eye, you can see that the gap between the tile is slightly different from the one next to it.

Or rather, it's not different at all, maybe every tile is movable.

It was the thirteenth day, and I was taken to the experiment.

This time they cut straight through my arm and filled it with a piece of metal. And I was told not to take it out, and to see how the metal changes next week.

I don't know what kind of thinking this group of people has, but at least it's more scientific than the last century. At least every day I play craniotomy and inject strange things regularly.

I'm also very satisfied with what they said, and they won't come back to me for at least a week.

And after the sixteenth day of the transition, I heard Jock's voice.

"Brother, we need to talk."

I was skeptical of Chen Hao's attitude, but I was even more puzzled by the fact that it took sixteen days to get in touch.

"What's going on?" I said.

"D63 was originally being held for a girl, named Usu. I've talked to her for the longest time, and she was locked up more than 20 years before me. A very simple girl died seven days ago. ”

"How did you die?" I said.

"I don't know, Usu's ability is to liquefy himself. Every time she was brought to the experiment and saw me, she would tell me that the number of experiments on her in the laboratory should be relatively small. But lately, experiments have become more frequent almost every two days. When I met her, Usu said that she had been poured a strange liquid while she was in a liquid state, and that she had a fever that had been almost incessant. Because I knew that room D63 was a guest room, and when it was converted seven days ago, nothing was gone, except for a pot of Usu's favorite orchid. The rest is being cleaned and destroyed, which means the room is empty. ”

"Are you sure it's dead?" I said.

"The rooms are all cleaned."

I could hear that the other party was crying, obviously uncomfortable.

"You want to get out of here now?" I said.

"Don't take it for granted, I don't have any hope in your escape plan. Yesterday when I was being experimented, I asked directly where the girl in room sixty-three was, and the group in the lab didn't answer but asked me how I knew about it. I'm just saying that my abilities aren't just shown-ups, and subsequent experiments have begun to test whether I can communicate over the wall. I suffered a lot, but I didn't indicate what I was capable of. I knew that the experiments on me would continue, and I didn't want to continue this uncomfortable feeling. ”