As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

The taste of the seawater is that bitter salty taste, and I got up from the ground while "poohing" the indelible taste in my mouth.

"Don't move." The person behind grabbed my neck hard, then pushed me forward, "Go."

I staggered a bit, speechless in my heart.

You took off my blindfold, I can't even see the road clearly, you make me feel very insecure.

Really, you tried your best to catch me, but in the end you treated me like this.

Hmph, you'd better not let me know who you are, or I will make you look good!

The people behind me kept rubbing my shoulders, so I could only keep moving forward with this strength.To be honest, my body is really riddled with holes, and I haven't gotten better at all.

After the turbulence just now, the wound on my abdomen was fine, mainly because the collarbone started to bleed again.

My blood won't run dry, will it?

With one last step, the man left.I should have entered an elevator, a subtle sense of weightlessness suddenly appeared, and the elevator was going down.According to the feeling of falling, I can probably calculate the speed of falling.

Five seconds, 15 seconds, 25 seconds.

I landed about 42 meters. As long as I let go of my eyes for a while, I can measure the height of the first floor, and then I can probably know how many floors I have crossed.

I'm too bored to count this kind of thing.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Another voice was outside, "Come out."

Anyway, it was just a lot of crutches and crutches, and finally stopped.I was pushed to sit on a chair, my hands were untied and stuck on the armrest of the seat again, and the black mask in front of my eyes was finally taken off.

The sudden light made my eyes uncomfortable for a moment. It may also be because the whole room is full of white furniture and equipment, which is so white that it reflects light, which really hurts the eyes.

I'm nearsighted, can you take good care of my eyes?

The hand behind me forcibly pulled up my head, which was looking down at my wrist, and then something was wrapped around my neck—moreover, this "ring" was still the kind fixed on the back of the chair.

I'm now forced to sit upright -- it's like I'm kicking my internet addiction here, with my wrists, ankles and neck under control.

It's as if my hands and feet are free and there is room for resistance.

"My neck hurts so much, can't it be lighter?" I tried to move my neck, but the pressure on the back was even tighter, even directly on my Adam's apple.

Too much.

My breathing is affected.

Even Zaizi is not treated like this, okay?

Am I so well-rounded now?

"Hey—are you dumb?" My eyeballs looked back and up, but the man ignored me. A man wearing a mask in front roughly tore off the bandages on my collarbone and abdomen, and then he wore a medical mask. The fingers of the glove poked in directly, as if to confirm that there was nothing hidden in my body.

How disgusting, can't you be more civilized?

Not only that, but I can see a machine in front of me checking something with high technology.

Fortunately, I'm resourceful enough, and I've already decided to use myself to try the adventure. How could I still carry important "book" page fragments?

After a series of inspections, they finally helped me to stitch up the open wound.I was even forced to take off my clothes and changed into a costume that looked like a patient in a mental hospital.

So prudent—no, not just a matter of prudence.Such a series of actions can undoubtedly put enormous psychological pressure on people. The blindfold all the way, and this pure white room are all to attack the psychological defense of the detainees.

I almost forgot, and the rough inspection method just now.

If you change to a weaker one, your mentality should be about to collapse.

But I am different, my heart is like a rock.

After everyone withdrew, the sound of the speaker sounded in the room——speaker, are you unwilling to even talk to me face to face?

It would be better to put me on Meursault to face Zaizi.

"No matter who you were in the past or what your name was, from now on, your number is 619." The voice over there had some mechanical currents, a bit like a changed voice.

Voice change is required.

Are you afraid that I will recognize this voice?

Is that someone I know, or a voice I've heard?

The voice I am familiar with...

I was born too short a time, not to mention voices with memories, I haven't heard too many voices even from ordinary people.

It is another simple method of elimination, and it is a question that is so short that it is almost an insult to IQ.

Filter the "insiders" around - even without filtering, there are only two people who can be related to the No. [-] agency.

One Anwu and one Tuo Zong.

Don't say that Ango doesn't have time to take care of me now, even if he has time, the first priority is not on me.

The answer is Mr. Tuo?

I suddenly thought of the conversation with Mr. Tuo in KFC. He seemed to have a certain guess about my identity.

Even the "book" can be used as a test, which means that for him, my value is more than the "book" itself - I am really flattered.

So he was perfectly motivated to fuck me.

It’s just that he skipped the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and the Rat of the Dead House. It’s hard to say what position the “No. [-] Agency” occupies in it, but once Mr. Tuo is involved, I always prefer to believe that Mr. Tuo is the dominant party.

In other words, it is very likely that this is his private plan.

Things are really getting interesting.

I sighed, "Fei Jia, why would I waste so many resources here? If you ask me to come, will I not come?"

The other side of the microphone was silent for about three seconds, and the harsh electric sound rang on the loudspeaker, and the voice on the other side finally became normal.

And as expected.

I reasonably suspect that all the actions along the way are Mr. Tuo testing my mental and physical conditions.

Otherwise, with his ability, it would not be necessary to reveal such a big loophole of the voice changer if someone else spoke.

He wanted me to recognize him on purpose.

Or rather, he wanted to give me a chance to recognize him.And my performance should determine his attitude towards me in the future.

The door in front opened, and a pure white Tuo Zong walked into the pure white room.

"It's the second time we met." Mr. Tuo walked in, followed by a person who put a chair for him across from me.

I rolled my eyes in response to the situation. I don’t know why his appearance suddenly wanted to stimulate me. Is this the charm of the script team?

"For me, it's not the second time." This sentence just blurted out, but after the memory went through in my mind, I found that I couldn't say exactly how many times I met him.

Why did this sentence come out suddenly?

Is there something wrong with me?

No, not myself, but my memory, my brain.

I glanced at Mr. Tuo vigilantly—could it be his tricks?

No, I will not be simply induced to change my memory, and the ability to change cognition will not work on me.

Even the "book" excludes me and Zaizi—wait a minute, why did I call Dazai-sama such a strange title as "Zaizi"?

Is this something I would do?

In other words, I am the one who has such doubts, and I am the one who has problems.

Someone did something to me - or rather, "something" did something to me.

What is the purpose of doing this?

What is the means of doing this?

Since when did you start doing this?

Is it just that I didn't notice it, or did more people not notice it?

Is it just me that has changed, or has everything changed?

— beyond the reach of human beings, I can only draw this conclusion.

Human power is the uncontrollable force of "book".

However, this is something that even "books" cannot do, because I believe that no one can write such a perfect script that subtly changes my mind.

So - what is the power of the "book" going up?