It's time for you to wake up......

It was as if a deep voice was whispering in my ears, the sleeping consciousness faded little by little as if it was frozen in isolation, I took a careful but instinctive breath, a slight hoarse feeling came from my throat, my fingertips trembled, and I gradually woke up from my deep sleep, and I slowly opened my eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dim yellow light brightened the white tiles under me, and my blurred vision became clear and focused little by little as my mind became clear, straightening my right leg, my left leg remaining bent, and my gaze fixed on the dark jeans in front of me.

My hair hung down on my cheeks, my head was like a sponge sucking up dirty water, and my chaotic thoughts were accompanied by a dull pain deep in my brain, like the pain of a nerve being compressed, and I could clearly hear my own slightly heavy breathing.

Sitting up slightly upright, there was a hard touch behind me, and I tilted my head sideways, looking at the dim light on the low ceiling, as if I had been in the same position for a long time, and my body felt sore.

Lamps, walls, sinks, floor tiles......

The eyes are moving little by little, and the brain is like a circuit that is slowly being turned on, regaining the body's consciousness little by little.

It's a small square room.

I sat against the wall at the corner sink, and I looked up slightly and saw a square mirror fixed to the wall of the sink on the left. Except for the sink and mirror, all that remained in the room was a small window facing the sink, a closed small window, and outside the frosted glass was a dark night, without light, like the eyes of a desperate stare.

"Tick."

There was a clear dripping sound from the faucet of the sink, and I squinted and sniffed the air, cold and damp, mixed with the smell of detergent.

Where is it......

With my right hand propped up on the slightly damp ground and my left hand on the sink, I stood up on my feet. I sat in this position as if I had been fixed for a long time, and when I stood up, my feet felt numb, and I bit my lower lip and staggered, holding the sink with my hands half my height, and stood with my head down.

The gaze shook for a moment, as if there was a ghost, an indescribable sense of oppression, as if it was suffocating, heavy, and holding the last trace of desire in life. I shook my head to get rid of the drowsiness in the depths of my head, and the scene before me became clear again, and I saw a piece of paper soaked in cold water in the sink.

"Tick."

Water droplets dripped down the faucet and smashed onto the paper half-soaked in water below. The spout was blocked, and less than half of the water had accumulated in the sink, and the paper was leaning against the smooth sink, half soaked.

Supporting myself with my left hand, I carefully fished out the softened paper from the pool.

The moment the cold water soaked his fingertips, the originally chaotic senses seemed to be a little clearer. The part of the paper soaked in water had softened and rotted, and when I lifted it lightly, it broke in half, leaving only a piece that had not touched the cold water.

How long have I been in a coma?

The question broke into the mind out of place.

From this faucet, it leaks little by little, until it is almost half full......

Before I had time to think about it, I leaned down slightly and took the piece of paper closer.

It was a file paper, and there was a nearly 2-inch photo pasted in the upper right corner, in the photo, a woman in black clothes stood in front of the camera, with a tall horizontal line behind her, her eyes were level ahead, brown hair to shoulder length, the tips of her hair were slightly curled, she was not tall, from the horizontal line behind her, it was nearly 165cm, a pair of brown eyes stared at the camera blankly, as if she could stare at me at the moment through the lens, the darkness in the depths of those eyes, as if there was no end to the abyss, It was as if a black hole that could suck in all light, without hope or anger, so she just stood in front of the camera and took this expressionless photo, like a walking corpse.

The left side of the archival paper, contaminated with a dark red droplet of liquid, and some of the handwriting was directly covered, and I squinted my eyes to see only black prints that were not contaminated by the liquid.

Vera.

Arsonist.

Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia Police Department.

In 2012.

Other than that, there were no valuable clues to be seen, and the rest of the text was covered in dark red liquid, or left on the other half of the paper, which had been softly distorted by the blisters, and had long since been blurred.

What is a dark red liquid?

I took the paper closer, but I couldn't smell it.

Is it a pigment? Is nail polish? Still is......

Not daring to think any further, I put down the piece of paper, my eyes roughly swept over my sleeves, I suddenly found myself wearing black clothes, the cuffs were wet with cold water, the cold air in the small room made me shudder, brushing the hair on my cheeks behind my ears, I slowly raised my head, the mirror full of stains, through the dim light, I saw the figure in the mirror clearly.

"Tick."

The sound of water dripping into the pond is very clear at the moment.

Perhaps, it was because I was holding my breath.

Black clothes, brown pupils, slightly messy hair.

I've seen this face in the mirror.

Just now.

It's on that archival paper.

I couldn't believe my eyes, my head was groggy, my breathing became a little rapid the moment I saw myself, the suffocating feeling was like a pair of hands holding my throat, I leaned closer to the mirror, desperately trying to see the person in the mirror a little more clearly, the dim light flickered slightly, and I clearly saw my slightly dilated pupils and a shocked expression in the mirror.

You should trust the mirror.

Mirrors don't lie.

Who am I......

I took a step back, lowered my head and picked up the half of the paper.

A wave of fear instantly invaded my heart.

I suddenly realized that I was even "Who am I?" "No simple question can be answered. There was a gap in my memory, and the memories before I woke up were blank, as if someone had deliberately erased them.

How did I get to this little room?

What exactly have I experienced?

Who am I......

It's a horrible thing -- I don't know anything about myself.

The face in front of the mirror was a completely unfamiliar face.

I frowned, trying to recall even the tiniest fragment of my memory.

But the dull pain in the depths of my brain became more and more obvious with my obsessive recollection, as if someone had smashed my skull again and again with a hammer, and the pain was transmitted abruptly with the nerves, I threw down the half of the paper, covered my head, and my vision blurred again, and the pool in front of me was ghosted.

Turning on the faucet, the slightly turbid water flowed out of the rusty faucet, I took a handful and splashed it on my face, wetting the ends of my hair, and the instant cold feeling stimulated my nerves at once, and my mind cleared up.

"Tick."

I looked up, and the water ran down the corners of my eyes and cheeks, dripping from the pool.

I stared in the mirror, a completely unfamiliar face.

Although my brown pupils were not as desperate as in the photo, they were slightly enlarged to reveal the fear in my heart. My brown hair was tied behind my ears, I wore a black coat, my neckline was wet with water, the dim light shone overhead, and my pale face was marked with obvious dark circles under my eyes.

It happened so much that I didn't have time to react.

I woke up in this place I didn't even know about.

I bit my lower lip and stared at myself in the mirror.

I don't know who I am, I don't know where this is, I don't know what that file is all about, I don't know who is going to help me at this moment, where am I going? Or maybe I'm not going anywhere......

"Boom—"

Outside the window, thunder roared, and a burst of lightning pierced the sky, instantly illuminating the world outside the frosted glass.

The moment the lightning flashed, I looked through the mirror and saw a black figure standing in the window behind me.