Infinite Possession of Beauty

"Where is this place?"

Tick, tick—

In the dim room, the man opened his eyes palely.

He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and there was no memory left in his mind as if it had been corroded by invisible power.

"This is me, who am I and why I don't have any memory?!"

Holding his severely painful brain, the man groaned in pain.

A few minutes later, as the whirling feeling in his brain faded, he barely supported his weak body and got up from the bed.

Looking around, the man found that he was in a very simple room at the moment.

There is no window in the room, only a door, and there is no handle on the door. Obviously this is not a door that can be opened from the inside.

Frowning, enduring the tingling sensation in his mind from time to time, the man looked around the room.

He saw the single bed he was lying on, which was only enough for one person to sleep. The pale bedding looked drab and deserted. Turning his head, he could see a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards and a flush toilet in the partition. There seemed to be some problems, the ticking sound of water droplets seemed to be coming from there.

Sweeping everything in the room, there are no useful items.

The man sat weakly on the bed with a dazed and lost expression on his face.

At this moment, his brain is as chaotic as without thoughts, there is no memory of his body, and he does not know why he appeared in this prison room.

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

Lowering his head, the man saw that there were numbers in black lettering on his wrist.

"125?"

Judging from the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it is obvious that the time when the number is tattooed is not long.

However, looking at the numbers on his wrists, the man still has no thoughts.

Looking at the numbers on his wrists, the man is 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.

Clang, clang!

From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of the footsteps is very strange, heavy but without ups and downs, as if they are approaching step by step with a measurement.

After a few seconds, the footsteps stopped at the door.

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

"Who are you, why are you keeping me here..."

Seeing the food being thrown in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively. He had the narrow vision of the mouth, and vaguely saw a tall figure passing by the door of the room he was in, stepping stiffly down. Walk to a room.

As for the man's shout, the other party had no response at all.

"Tell me, your purpose is..."

Listening to the heavy footsteps drifting away, the man slapped the door and shouted loudly.

His hands turned red because of the hard beating, but he didn't feel the slightest.

"..."

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

"Don't waste your efforts. It won't respond to your shouts, and even whether it is a real human being is a question.

However, just as the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly rang in the room.

"Who?!"

Hearing this sudden sound, the man shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed the weirdness of the sound.

The place where the sound sounded was not in his ears, but directly in his mind.

"My name is Charles."

Facing the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his mind answered.

"Like you, he is also an experimental subject and weird person."

"Experimental body? Weird people!"

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

"correct."

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

"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, then looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, and his doubts seemed to be resolved.

"It seems that you have a good understanding of the situation here?"

His gaze was retracted from the number on his wrist, and the man's face showed a look of alertness.

The man was obviously on strong guard for this voice that suddenly appeared in his mind.

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

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

Feeling the man's alertness, Charles immediately explained.

"Since I became conscious, the guys here have been experimenting with me and a large number of weird people like me. They injected a certain compound to stimulate the power in weird people. Some weird people died because of the experiment, but there were also A small number of weird people mutated under the power of the experiment and gained powerful extraordinary powers, and I am one of them. The abilities I have acquired can still enable me to pass through my mind even when my body is trapped. Power to communicate with people around."

"The power of the mind?"

Hearing Charles' description, the man couldn't help turning his sleeves open, and then he saw a clear injection mark on his arm.

With this mark as proof, the man couldn't help but believe Charles' words.

However, if everything Charles said is true, then what ability has he gained after the same experiment.

Frowning his brows tightly, looking down at his scarred hands, as his mind turned, he could feel an eager force surging in his body, but everything in the room did not change.

After trying for a long time, I still haven't figured out the ability I got in the experiment.

With some regret, the man gave up his actions and reached out and picked up the food box on the ground.

Open the box, a small piece of bread and jam, nothing else.

Seeing these foods, the hunger that the man had forgotten seemed to appear in his body, and he gobbled up the bread.

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

"Don't you try to escape from here?"

Swallowing the bread in two or three mouthfuls, the man opened the jam, tasting the rare sweetness, and asked Charles at the same time.

"Of course I have. I have tried more than once to help escape by controlling the food delivery people. However, no matter how I invaded, these food delivery people seem to have the ability to isolate my spiritual power, and I can't control theirs at all. Consciousness, even I suspect, these guys are not human at all, because I didn't feel the slightest human breath from them."

The message Charles gave made the man's heart relaxed because of the food once again become a bit heavy.

If even Charles, who possesses the mysterious spiritual power, can't do anything, then what about this guy who doesn't even know what the abilities he has acquired are.

...

"I can feel that another grotesque fellow 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 serious.

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

Among them, the only thing that can provide him with information, communicate with him to prevent men from falling into madness because of the empty environment.

Stopped his exercise, the man got up from the ground panting.

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

The layout of the room seems ordinary, but it is weird indeed, there is no trace of metal 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 made of plastic or wooden structures, including food delivered every day, and most of the tableware used was plastic or even no tableware.

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

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

In other words, the rest of the grotesque people imprisoned in the room are not like this, and even Charles himself is roasted by a huge iron chain.

"Why, there is no trace of metal in the room where you are alone?"

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

According to Charles, the mysterious organization that conducted experiments on these weird people seemed to aim to awaken their extraordinary power by injecting some unknown compound.

He once tried his abilities after Charles said about this situation.

However, nothing has changed.

However, if this situation is combined with the abnormality in the room, it may be speculated.

The abilities he obtained in the experiment may be related to metal to a certain extent, which also explains why there is no metal in the room where he was imprisoned.

Perhaps they are afraid of touching metal themselves.

Inwardly, this thought flashed through, but the man made it clear that all of this was just his guess.

If he wants to prove whether this guess is true, he must touch metal objects.

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

The people of the unknown organization are extremely guarded against him, and even the food delivered does not contain any metal.

"We can't just sit and wait any longer."

In his mind, Charles's voice continued.

"I can feel that their experiment seems to have made breakthrough progress. Over this period of time, more and more weird people have succeeded in the experiment. Once they get the experimental data they want, the next step is to make the test product. deal with."

"..."

Charles' words, the man became silent a bit.

He is very clear about what Charles means.

"I need metal, no matter the size, I need metal to prove a guess!"

After a while, the man said in his mind.

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

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

Hearing what the man said, Charles was silent for a long time in his mind.

The voice came.

"I will try hard."

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

...

In this way, in the undetectable passage of time.

One day, two days, or a week or more.

Cang Dang!

The heavy is basically accompanied by a box containing food being thrown in the opening on the door.

Sitting on the bed, the man looked down at the food box, feeling the familiar but instinctive feeling in it. He lifted his palm, and in the next moment a small rusty nail from the box came out of it. Flew out and fell into the palm of the man.

Controlling the nails to move flexibly between the palms is like having life.

Looking at the iron nails that move freely, the man finally understood what his ability to awaken in the experiment was.

Magnetic force, he can control the magnetic force of metal and move it according to his own thoughts.

It is precisely because of his ability that the organization that conducted experiments on him will deliberately imprison him in this special cell, so that he cannot touch any metal products.

"how about it?"

In the room, when the man looked at the iron nail in his palm with excitement.

In his mind, Charles's voice sounded again.

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

It seems that during this period of time, his situation is not good.

"I have succeeded."

Perceiving the weakness in Charles's voice, the man reduced the excited expression on his face.

He slowly got up from the bed, raised his palm to control the rapid rotation of the iron nail in his hand, and fell to the position of the door lock. The iron nail began to penetrate like a drill, directly destroying the special-made door Stone lock, along with lime smoke and dust, a gap appeared in the closed door.

Bang--

The man raised his leg without hesitation and kicked the door open.

The door of the room was opened amid the loud impact.

The man stepped out of the room and saw that the room he was locked up in was a special stone cell that was completely independent and separated by several tens of meters.

"Warning, warning!"

His gaze was retracted from the cell behind him, and as he escaped, the alarm bell in the base rang.

Accompanied by the rapid alarm bells, the tall bodies of the same appearance surrounded the men with heavy steps.

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

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

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

"You, like this, may be a problem for Charles, but in my eyes it is full of flaws..."