Beauty Man: Infinite Possession

Chapter 616 Imprisonment
"Where is this place?"

tick, tick-

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

He looked at the strange environment around him, as if his mind had been corroded by an invisible force, there was no memory left.

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

Covering his severely aching brain, the man moaned 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 an extremely simple room.

There is no window in the room, only one 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 that what he was lying on was a single bed that was only big enough for one person to sleep on. The pale bedding looked monotonous and deserted. Turning his head in the corner of the room, he could see a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards, and a flush toilet in the partition. There seemed to be some problems, and the sound of dripping water seemed to come from there.

Scanned everything in the room and found nothing useful.

The man sat weakly on the bed with a dazed and absent-minded expression.

At this moment, his brain was as clueless as a chaotic one. He had no memory of his own body, nor did he know why he appeared in this prison-like room.

In the confusion, the man reached out 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 tattooed in black letters on his wrist.

"125?"

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

However, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still didn't have any thoughts.

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

I don't know how long it has passed, in a room without any time, 10 minutes...half an hour...or even longer.

Bang, bang!
From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of the footsteps was very weird, heavy but without any ups and downs, as if they were approaching step by step like they were being measured.

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

In the next second, a piece of food was thrown in from the food opening on the door.

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

Seeing the food being thrown in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively. He had a narrow view of the feeding port, and vaguely saw a tall figure passing the door of the room where he was, walking stiffly towards the door. Walk across a room.

As for the man's shout, the other party did not respond at all.

"Tell me, your purpose is..."

Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps fading away, the man slapped on the door and shouted loudly.

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

"..."

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

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

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

"Who?!"

Hearing this sudden voice, the man immediately shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed the strangeness of the voice.

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 head answered.

"Just like you, he is also an experimental subject and a weird person."

"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 mind.

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

He listened to the other party's description, and then looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, and the doubts in his heart seemed to be resolved.

"It seems that you are very familiar with the situation here?"

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

For this voice that suddenly appeared in his mind, the man was clearly on guard.

Ever since he woke up, everything around him seemed weird, no matter the environment he was in or the man who called himself Charles in his mind.

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

Sensing the man's guard, Charles immediately explained.

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

"The power of the mind?"

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

With this imprint as evidence, the man couldn't help believing what Charles said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After swallowing the bread in two or three bites, the man opened the jam and asked Charles while tasting the rare sweetness.

"Of course I have. I have tried to control the food delivery people more than once to help escape. However, no matter how I invade, these food delivery people seem to have the ability to isolate my spiritual power, and they cannot control theirs at all. Consciousness, I even doubt that these guys are not human at all, because I don't feel the slightest 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 spiritual power, can't do anything about it, then what about him, a guy who doesn't even know what the abilities he has acquired are.

……

"I can feel that another grotesque compatriot has left us."

In his mind, Charles' heavy voice sounded again.

In the room, upon hearing the sad news, the man's expression became a bit more dignified.

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

Among them, the only one that can provide him with information and communicate with him can prevent the man from falling into madness because of the empty environment.

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

Supporting the edge of the bed with one hand, he stood up. After observing for a period of time, the man already knew everything about the room he was in.

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

Whether it's the wooden bed in front of you, or the flush toilet on the partition.

After the man's inspection, he found that these were made of plastic or wooden structures, including the food delivered every day, and most of the tableware used was plastic or even without tableware.

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

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

That is to say, this was not the case for the rest of the weirdo test subjects imprisoned in the room, and even Charles himself was roasted by huge iron chains.

"Why, only the room I'm in doesn't have any traces of metal?"

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 conducting experiments on these grotesque people seems to be to inject some unknown compound into them to awaken their extraordinary power.

He once tried his own ability after Charles said this situation.

But there is no change.

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

The ability 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 fear touching metal themselves.

Thoughts like this flashed in his heart, but the man knew that all of this was just his guess.

If he wants to prove whether this guess is true, he must come into contact with metal objects.

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

The people from the unknown organization were extremely wary of him, and even the food they sent didn't contain any metal.

"We can no longer sit idly by."

In his head, Charles' voice continued.

"I can feel that their experiment seems to have made a breakthrough. During 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 some changes to the experimental product. deal with."

"..."

What Charles said, the man became silent for a while.

He knew very well what Charles meant by dealing with it.

"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 that this might be his only chance.

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

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

The voice just came.

"I'll try hard."

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

……

Just like that, in the imperceptible passage of time.

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

Bang!

The heavy 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 almost instinctive feeling in it, he raised his palm, and the next moment a small rusty iron nail came from inside the box It flew out and landed in the man's palm.

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

Looking at the freely moving iron nails, the man finally understood what the ability he had awakened in the experiment was.

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

It was 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 touch any metal products.

"How about it?"

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

In my mind, Charles' voice sounded again.

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

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

"I've made it."

Aware of the weakness in Charles' voice, the man restrained the excitement on his face.

He slowly stood up from the bed, raised his palm to control the rapid rotation of the iron nail in his hand, and fell to the position where the door lock was. The iron nail began to penetrate like a drill bit, directly destroying the special door lock. Stone locks, accompanied by lime smoke, gaps appeared in the closed door.

bang——

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

With a loud crash, the door was opened.

The man stepped out of the room, and only then did he realize that the room he was locked in was a completely independent, special cell made of stones separated by tens of meters.

"Warning, warning!"

Looking 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 and tall figures with the same appearance surrounded the man with heavy steps.

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

Scanning the 'pacifists' around, the man remembered what Charles had said before, and couldn't help but muttered something.

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

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

　Thanks to the wise guy for the 500 starting coins, the crazy 200 in Maple Leaf and the 100 starting coins for the pain in the dark.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)