"Z-z-"

Strange sounds echoed in my head, sometimes noisy, sometimes silent, followed by the faint heartbeat that came from the chest, barely audible.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The sluggish heartbeat sounded like a heavy hammer, hammering hard into the deepest part of my consciousness.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Gulping and greedily sucking the oxygen contained in the air, I sat up from the bed with a sharp slam.

I am...... Who???

I gently shook my palm, and there was no discomfort as I imagined, but the slight tingling sensation in the back of my head and the blank memory in my brain told me that something had happened.

Look away from the palm of your hand, the white sheets, the white walls, the white curtains, and the white ...... Huh??

I noticed that the clothes I was wearing didn't seem to be a simple outfit, it looked like some kind of uniform, and I tugged hard, the quality of the uniform was good, but what was more striking was ...... I have a number plate on my chest.

3 is just a number, and it doesn't seem to represent anything.

So...... Where is this? Why am I here? Who am I?

There was only a bed and a white cabinet in the room, and I tried to open the cabinet, but I found that the cabinet was locked, or a combination lock.

Six figures, 100,000 digits.

I guess I'd be exhausted before I could try them one by one, so I thought about leaving the room.

Can...... Where's the door?

Yes, there is no such thing as a "door" in this room, and there may be some secret door, but I couldn't find it.

In other words, this is a secret room?

No, there are windows.

I opened the curtains, and I didn't see any traffic, let alone the wilderness, but the situation was not very pleasant.

Because the window was open to the sea, the blue sea was at least a good place to bury, at least that's what I thought, the room I was in seemed to be very high, dozens of floors, because the land at the foot of the house looked small.

When I poked my head out of the window and was looking at a young girl next to me, I noticed that her collar was the same as my uniform.

"Do you know what this place is?"

The girl shook her head, opened her mouth, and pointed to her throat, I figured that if I was not mistaken, she could not speak.

This was not good news, because the distance between me and the girl was at least five meters, and the distance from the window to the wall was about two meters, which probably meant that the girl was next door to me, and I begged the girl to wait a moment, and hurried towards the wall, but it was very cloudy, and there was no mechanism hidden in the white wall.

But if two windows are five meters apart, then the distance from the window to the wall is two meters, and I bet the same uniform will match the same room, which means the wall is one meter thick?

Are you kidding? Someone else put so much effort to put us in this room with a meter of walls to make us wait for death?

Well, my subconscious has admitted that it's no coincidence that the girl and I are here.

But escape rooms, I hate this thing, and although I don't know why, I seem to be better at cracking what secret rooms.

If this was some people's fun, then I swear I'd go out and beat that guy up and throw him in.

I realized I couldn't keep the girl waiting, so I stuck my head out the window.

"Is it still there?"

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to see the girl cautiously poking her head out of the window, at least there were other people in this hellish place, though they couldn't speak.

"Did you find anything?"

The girl shook her head, and lo and behold, that's the disadvantage of not being able to speak, she can only communicate through her movements, and she can't convey any complex information.

So the only clue that can be used is the locked cabinet?

No! I seem to have something in mind.

The sheets, the quilts, the mattresses, the pillows, everything was white and looked new, but if there was anything to hide, I thought I would have to take them apart and look at them.

Thinking of this, I'm glad that the quilt and pillow are zippered, otherwise I would have had to bite down.

However, I guessed wrong.

Yes, there's nothing strange in the quilt except cotton, well, maybe I'm not fit to decipher.

"Hey, anyone?"

Then there was a shout from the window, great, it looks like there are other people here, and the girl and I stuck our heads out of the window at the same time.

"Sheets?"

I saw something hanging from the window, followed by a person's legs, and I hurried up to catch it.

"You're upstairs?"

It took a lot of effort to get the man into the house, and I noticed that he had the same number plate as me on the system.

9。

"Looks like you're trapped here, too? Number 3. ”

Number 9 glanced at my number plate, he looked a little disappointed, but I think we were all in a state, an escape room.

Ah, number 3, number 9, who can say it's not a live game?

"What did you find?"

After casually telling the girl next door that it was okay, I turned my gaze back to Number 9.

"Some of the walls are hollow."

Number 9 spat out, and according to him, the room he was in had a wall that was probably hollow, flanked by just one wall, and a one-meter-thick wall had an extra gap of nearly seventy centimeters.

"Don't talk about hollowness, even if the inside of the wall is the exit, we can't do it, although the wall is thinner than the normal wall, but we don't have the tools, it's still too difficult to break it."

"Beds and cupboards?"

"That's fixed to the floor."

"Are you sure?"

I pulled off a buckle that held the leg of the bed in place, so that the corner of the board was out of the leg, and No. 9 seemed to be white, and he looked at the buckle in my hand for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"This ...... What is this? ”

"Assemble the bed!"

I laughed along with him.

"No, look at this!"

As he spoke, Number 9 walked to the other end of the bed, pulled out another buckle as I did, and pointed the inside of the buckle towards me.

Yes, that's a number.

0。

And this one in my hand is 3......