The first time Amano showed what made him different was when he was two or three years old and began to speak.

Before that time, he was no different from the other children in the orphanage, he was supposed to eat, he should sleep, he rolled around when he was hungry, and he cried when he was spanked.

However, on that day, the aunt with the child suddenly noticed that something was wrong. Most other children can speak at about a year old, and at least express their emotions in simple words, but Amano is a child who always looks at you directly, his little eyes 'roll' and he doesn't know what he's thinking, but he doesn't say a word.

There are also several common reasons why he can't speak, and the aunts have wondered if he is hearing impaired or has abnormal development of articulatory organs, but after a hospital examination, Amano has no problem in both aspects. As for the possible 'sexuality' of intellectual development disorders, after the diagnosis of the hospital, Amano's intelligence is at least a little higher than the average of children of the same age, which can be regarded as a small genius.

After a long time, the aunts realized that it was not that he could not speak, but that he was unwilling to speak. Language is a tool for 'communication', and children's 'communication' comes from the expression of feelings. When he is happy, he will laugh and call your name, and when he is beaten, he will shout no, these words either come from happiness or fear, which is nothing more than the expression of the emotion in the 'chest'.

However, there is no such thing in Amano's body.

He just looked at the other people, observed them, and occasionally imitated how humans behave in different moods, trying to learn "what this is" as he did when he was learning to recognize things. He was fortunate that the orphanage was very well cared for, and there was an attentive aunt who took care of his warmth, so that he didn't need to ask for anything at all. Until one day when he was two and a half years old, an aunt accidentally spilled the half-fed soup on him. The aunt wiped him dry in a panic, and then went to fetch another bowl of soup.

"No need Auntie, I'm too full."

The sound is like a cold magnet. It's nice to listen to, it's seductive, but it's emotionless.

This is the first time that Amano has used his vocal cords, tongue, teeth and lips to produce syllables the length of a sentence, but his pronunciation is extremely accurate, as if he had been practiced a thousand times.

The miracle that happened to Amano shocked everyone present at the time.

From then on, until he was scolded as a "monster" and kicked out of the orphanage, "little genius" was Amano's nickname.

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There is no need to close the 'door' of the pavilion, the transparent force field naturally generated by the pavilion already separates Amano from the others.

Amano stood silently in the pavilion, looking at the blood stains on the ground and the 'base' cap in front of him. He found the sprayer as soon as he entered, and as expected, the sprayer in the pavilion with less damage was much smaller than the one in the white suit's hand before, and it was basically gone after two sprays.

(Is it used specifically for pain relief...... That is, as soon as you reach for your hat, your nails will be peeled off in an instant? ）

Amano hesitated and didn't want to stretch out his hand. If it was really a knife that suddenly came out, he could still dodge, but I was afraid that it would be like the barrier at the entrance of the 'door', for no reason, irresistible, and he could only watch his nails being pulled out.

It's not that he's afraid, it's just that the lack of emotions doesn't mean that he doesn't have basic physical perceptions, and even if he hasn't experienced it, Amano knows that it must be painful to pull out his nails alive.

The bald man outside the 'door' was already pounding on the 'door' vigorously, and he pointed vigorously in the direction of the LCD screen, where the displayed time had passed for nearly thirty minutes, and there was so much that Amano didn't even feel that time was passing so quickly.

The meaning is very clear, it is urging him to hold on. The total time was only two hours, and now a quarter of the time had passed, and there were not necessarily other rooms outside of this room, so time was still very short.

(Okay, okay, as you wish.) ）

Amano shrugged and reached out with his left hand to grab the 'base' cap. Just as he was taking it back, an irresistible force was like an invisible palm, gripping his palm tightly.

(Is it coming!) ）

Amano subconsciously wanted to let go and retract, but he couldn't move! He could only watch as his fingernails flew out of his fingertips one by one, some with small pieces of flesh and blood. Pulling out the nails was certainly not a serious injury, and Amano could vaguely see that the health gauge below the field of vision had only been reduced slightly, not even a third of the reduction in the punch just now. However, as the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the sharp pain from his fingertips made his whole face twitch uncontrollably.

The torture lasted only a few seconds, but Amano felt as if years had passed. When the clamp of the left hand was finally released, Amano, who was covered in cold sweat, hurriedly ignored the thirty-seven twenty-one, picked up the sprayer and sprayed wildly at the bloodied left hand. The cold sensation temporarily relieved some of the pain, but the tingling sensation from his fingertips touching the hat again still made him frown.

How many more times will this pain come back? Breaking a finger, cutting off an arm, will it hurt more than that?

(But it's just a matter of moments, anyway.) ）

Amano looked down at the 'base' cap in his hand, a common street-level 'base' cap with a conspicuous New York Yankees logo in the middle. The whole hat is not 'fine' in workmanship, it feels like a knock-off from a flea market. He flipped the 'base' cap over and over again, but couldn't find anything written on it.

How would such a hat help to get out of this completely sealed room? Amano really had no clue. But as a common sense, as an escape room game, it generally does not set up a useless prop.

The bald man outside the 'door' pounded the 'door' again and urged him to go out. Regardless of whether the 'base' cap is useful or not, it is better to take it out and study it together than to observe it yourself. Of course, Amano understands this, but he also knows that the bald man's urging is not entirely because of this hat, but to tell him to hurry to the next pavilion and continue to exchange damage for clues to clear the level.

He really didn't want to go out and suffer one more pain if he could, but what could he do? The time limit of the game is there, and he really wants to drag it out and not get out, and wait for two hours, and the iron hood clicks, which is still a dead word.

Speaking of which, what does it feel like to die? Let's not talk about whether the scaremongering death setting is real, can this game really simulate the feeling of the moment of death? If he could, Amano would really like to give it a try.

Is death, this strange thing, hiding anything other than a moment of pain? Why is everyone so afraid of it?

If so, can I experience such a thing as "fear" for myself?

Amano shook his head and walked out of the pavilion.

However, at this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up behind him!

When he turned around, he saw an identical 'base' cap.

Just put it in its original place.