Chapter 615 Imprisonment

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"Where is this?"

Tick ​​tock, tick tock——

In the dim room, the man opened his eyes with a pale face.

He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, as if his mind had been corroded by invisible forces, and no memory remained.

"What am I? Who am I? Why don't I have any memory?!"

Holding his head in severe pain, the man groaned in pain.

After a few minutes, as the spinning feeling in his brain faded away, he barely supported his weak body and climbed out of bed.

Looking around, the man found that he was in an extremely simple room.

There were no windows in the room, only one door, and there was no handle on the door. Obviously, this was not a door that could be opened from the inside.

Frowning, enduring the stinging feeling in his mind from time to time, the man looked around the room.

He saw that he was lying on a single bed that was only big enough for one person. The pale bedding looked drab and deserted. Turning around, he could see a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards in the corner of the room, with a flush toilet in the partition. There seems to be some problem. The sound of dripping water seems to come from there.

I scanned the room and found nothing useful.

The man sat weakly on the bed, his expression a little confused and absent-minded.

At this time, his brain was like chaos with no thoughts. He had no memory of his body, nor did he know why he appeared in this cell-like room.

In the chaos, the man reached out to grab his hair, but the strange feeling coming from his wrist made his expression pause slightly.

Lowering his head, the man saw numbers tattooed in black font on his wrist.

"125?"

Judging from the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it is obvious that this number was tattooed not long ago.

However, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still had no thoughts.

Staring at the numbers on his wrist, the man was frozen there like a statue.

I don't know how long it took, in a room without any time, ten minutes... half an hour... or even longer.

Bang, bang, bang!

From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of the footsteps was very strange, heavy but without any ups and downs, as if they were approaching step by step as if measuring.

A few seconds later, footsteps stopped at the door.

The next second, a piece of food was thrown in from the food slot on the door.

"Who are you and why are you locking me here..."

Looking at the food being thrown in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively. He had the narrow field of vision of the throwing port and vaguely saw a tall figure passing by the door of the room where he was, walking stiffly down the stairs. Go to a room.

But the other party didn't respond at all to the man's shouts.

"Tell me, your purpose is..."

Listening to the heavy footsteps fading away, the man banged the door and shouted loudly.

His hands turned red from the hard slaps, but he didn't feel anything at all.

"..."

The man stopped his movements, and the footsteps outside the door disappeared immediately.

"No need to waste your efforts. It won't respond to your shouts. It's even a question of whether it is a real human being."

However, just when the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"who?!"

Hearing this sudden sound, the man immediately shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed something strange about the voice.

The sound came not from his ears, but directly from his mind.

"My name is Charles."

Faced with the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his head answered.

"Just like you,

Also an experiment and a freak. "

"Experimental subject? Weird man!"

The message given by the man named Charles in his mind was obviously beyond the man's expectations.

"correct."

Not caring about the man's surprised reaction, Charles' voice continued to speak in his head.

"I think you should have seen the number on your wrist. This number represents your experiment number."

He listened to the other person's description and looked down at the tattoo on his wrist. The doubts in his heart seemed to be relieved a little.

"It seems like you know the situation here very well?"

Looking away from the numbers on his wrist, the man's face showed a look of caution.

The man was obviously very wary of the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ever since he woke up, everything around him was weird, whether it was the environment he was in or the man who called himself Charles in his mind.

"This may have something to do with my ability."

Feeling the man's wariness, Charles immediately explained.

"Ever since I became conscious, the guys here have been conducting experiments on me and a large number of weird people like me. They stimulate the power in the weird people's bodies by injecting certain compounds. Some weird people died because of the experiment, but there are also some. A small number of grotesque people mutated under the power of experiments and gained powerful extraordinary powers, and I am one of them. The ability I gained allows me to use my mind even when my body is trapped. The power to communicate with those around you.”

"The power of the mind?"

After hearing Charles' description, the man couldn't help but open his sleeves, and then saw a clear injection mark on his arm.

With this mark as evidence, the man couldn't help but believe a little bit of Charles's words.

However, if everything Charles said is true, then what abilities did he gain after the same test?

Frowning tightly, he looked down at his scarred hands. As his thoughts turned, he could feel a force surging in his body, but nothing in the room changed.

I tried for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the ability I gained from the experiment.

The man gave up his move with some regret and reached out to pick up the box containing food on the ground.

Open the box and you'll find a small piece of bread and jam, but nothing else.

Seeing the food, the hunger that the man had forgotten seemed to appear in his body, and he wolfed down the bread.

In my mind, the conversation with Charles did not stop.

"Haven't you ever tried to escape from here?"

After swallowing the bread in a few mouthfuls, the man opened the jam, tasting the rare sweetness, and asked Charles at the same time.

"Of course I have. I have tried to help escape by controlling the food delivery people more than once. However, no matter how I invade, these food delivery people seem to have the ability to isolate my spiritual power, and I cannot control them at all. Consciously, I even doubted that these guys were not human at all, because I didn’t feel the slightest bit of human breath from them.”

The message Charles gave made the man's heart, which was originally relaxed because of the food, become a little heavier again.

If even Charles, who possesses mysterious psychic powers, can't do anything, what should he do, a guy who doesn't even know what the abilities he has obtained are?

…

"I can feel that another of our fellow Freaks has left us."

In his mind, Charles' heavy voice sounded again.

In the room, after receiving this sad news, the man's expression became a little more solemn.

For this period of time, he has been trapped in a narrow room, living a life where day and night are reversed and the passage of time is unknown.

Among them, the only thing that can provide him with information and communicate with him is to prevent the man from falling into madness due to the empty environment.

Stopping his exercise, the man panted and climbed up from the ground.

He stood up with one hand supporting the edge of the bed. After this period of observation, the man already knew everything about the room he was in.

The layout of the room seems ordinary, but it is strange that there is no trace of metal in anything here.

Whether it's the wooden bed in front of you or the toilet with a partition.

After the man's inspection, he found that these were all made of plastic or wooden structures, including the food delivered every day, and the tableware used were mostly plastic or even no tableware.

Originally, the man thought this was a normal condition for all experimental subjects.

However, through the conversation with Charles, the man knew that this was his special case.

In other words, the rest of the grotesque human test subjects imprisoned in the room were not like this. Even Charles himself was roasted by a huge iron chain.

"Why is there no trace of metal in the room I am in?"

Knowing the strangeness of the room he was in, the man began to think.

According to what Charles said, the purpose of the mysterious organization that conducts experiments on these weird people seems to be to awaken them to extraordinary powers by injecting some unknown compound.

He once tried his abilities after Charles said this.

But nothing has changed.

However, if this situation is combined with the abnormalities in the room, it may be possible to speculate.

The ability he gained during the experiment may be related to metal to a certain extent, which explains why there is no metal in the room where he is imprisoned.

Perhaps, they are afraid of touching metal themselves.

In his heart, such thoughts flashed through his mind, but the man knew clearly that in the end, all this was just his guess.

If he wanted to prove whether this guess was true, he would have to come into contact with metal objects.

However, in the current situation, such a situation is simply impossible.

People from the unknown organization were extremely wary of him, and even the food they sent did not contain any metal.

"We can no longer sit back and wait."

In his mind, Charles' voice continued.

"I can feel that their experiments seem to have made breakthrough progress. During this time, more and more weird people have succeeded in their experiments. Once they get the experimental data they want, the next step is to make decisions about the experimental products. deal with."

"..."

After Charles' words, the man became a little silent.

He knew very well what Charles meant.

"I need metal, big or small, I need metal to prove a guess!"

After a while, the man said in his mind.

He clenched his fists, knowing this might be his only chance.

"If my guess is true, this might help us escape from here."

After hearing the man's words, Charles was silent for a long time in his mind.

The sound came.

"I'll try hard."

With Charles's answer, the corner between him and the man was cut off.

…

Just like that, in the imperceptible passage of time.

One day, two days, a week or more.

Bang!

The heavy thing was basically accompanied by the opening on the door, and a box containing food was thrown in.

Sitting on the bed, the man looked down at the box containing the food, feeling the familiar but instinctive feeling in it. He raised his palm, and in the next moment, a small rusty iron nail came out of the box. It flew out and fell into the man's palm.

Controlling the iron nails to move flexibly between the palms of your hands is like having life.

Looking at the iron nails that moved freely, the man finally understood what the ability he had awakened during the experiment was.

Magnetism, he can control the magnetism of metal and move it according to his wishes.

It is precisely because of his ability that the organization that conducted experiments on him deliberately imprisoned him in this special cell so that he could not come into contact with any metal products.

"How about it?"

In the room, just when the man was looking at the iron nail in his palm with an excited expression.

In his mind, Charles's voice sounded again.

However, compared to the beginning, Charles's voice in his head became obviously weaker.

It seems that his situation has not been good during this period of time.

"I've succeeded."

Sensing the weakness in Charles' voice, the man restrained the excited expression on his face.

He slowly stood up from the bed, raised his palm to control the iron nail in his hand to rotate rapidly, and dropped it to where the door lock was. The iron nail began to drill through like a drill, directly destroying the door's special lock. Stone locks, accompanied by lime smoke, cracks appeared in the closed door.

Bang——

Without hesitation, the man raised his leg and kicked the door open.

With a huge crash, the door was opened.

The man stepped out of the room and saw that the room he was locked in was a completely independent, specially-made cell made of stone that was separated by tens of meters.

"Warning, warning!"

He looked away from the cell behind him. As he escaped, the rapid alarm bells in the base also sounded.

Accompanied by the rapid sound of the alarm bell, tall bodies with the same appearance surrounded the man with heavy steps.

"It seems that Charles is right, none of you are human."

Scanning the surrounding 'pacifists', the man remembered what Charles had said before and couldn't help but murmured.

The next second, he raised his palm and pointed it at the 'pacifist' in front of him.

"You guys like this may be a problem for Charles, but in my eyes you are full of flaws..."