Chapter 9 Section 6

In the third week after regaining consciousness, one night, I woke up from a dream.It was a nightmare. I dreamed that I was pierced through the forehead by that dead fish-eyed man.This is the third time since the memory of that event came back. The first two times, I woke up with no idea where I was, I subconsciously felt I was in a different place, but I didn't know exactly where, and it took me a while to remember why I was in this place. Symptoms are more severe today.For a moment I didn't know who I was.I hugged my head and buried my face in the pillow. There were only indescribable memory fragments in my mind, and then slowly connected into pieces.

After a while, the memory came back, and I remembered something about myself, and at the same time, I also had a wonderful feeling—my sensibility was completely different from yesterday. I straightened my upper body, my back was covered with sweat, and my pajamas were cold.I got out of bed and took out a change of clothes from the cardboard boxes stacked in the corner—Miss Orange had told me that underwear was kept there. After changing clothes, the physical discomfort disappeared, but the mood did not improve.The chest was stuffy like the heart was covered with a layer of clay.The strange thing is that all the cells in my body seem to be restless, and I feel restless.What's going on, I don't understand.

I feel thirsty, but I don't want to reach for the water bottle next to my pillow.I had a sudden craving for canned coffee - it was such a weird phenomenon, I didn't drink canned coffee much and didn't really like it, but now I really want it. I reached into the pockets of the trousers that were hanging on the hanger.Just like the day I went to the real estate agency, I had a black wallet in my pocket. Approaching the door, I inadvertently looked at the mirror above the washstand, and was startled suddenly.The people in the mirror are strangers.I couldn't help taking a few steps back, and the person in the mirror backed up at the same time.I moved my hands, and he did the same.I touched my face, and he also touched his face with the opposite hand.

I approached the mirror and looked at the man in the mirror.I thought it was someone I didn't know, but after looking at it, I realized it was me.Yes, this is my face, what is there to be afraid of?Why did it take so long to confirm what I looked like? " I made up my mind, took the change, and quietly opened the door to look outside.There was only a faint light from the night light, and the corridor was dim, and it seemed that no one was guarding it.I quickly slipped out of the room. I know there are no drink vending machines on this floor, nothing.I decided to go downstairs and have a look.

There is an elevator, but it shows that it is out of service.The stairs are next to it. As soon as I took a few steps, I had to stop.The exit of the stairs was blocked by the roller shutter door.Looking around, I didn't find the door switch. I rushed up the elevator and ran down the corridor.I know there is an emergency exit there.I pulled the doorknob, the door didn't budge, looked up, it was locked. It's outrageous!I kicked the door.How to escape if this is on fire? I went back to the stairs again and walked up.Fortunately, the shutter door was not closed here. This is the first time I have been to other floors, and the corridors on this floor are also empty.Filling the coffee was hopeless, so I walked on.

The first two were private rooms where the Doctor and his assistants probably spent the night.I know that they basically didn't go home during this time. I saw that the door of the opposite room was ajar, so I leaned over, took a deep breath and walked in.I fumbled on the wall to find the switch, turned on the light, and was surrounded by a blinding white light. There is a large table in the center of the room on which various instruments are placed.Medicine racks and cabinets line the walls.There is something that looks like a sideboard, and instead of wine glasses and teacups, there are beakers and flasks and other utensils.

I whispered - there is a refrigerator.It was a big five-door guy, and the slight sound of the compressor said the refrigerator was on.Even if there is no coffee in cans, there will always be juice or something, and maybe beer.Ruosheng, they might be able to drink by accident. I swallowed, suppressed my excitement and opened a refrigerator door.A row of small cans came into view, and I couldn't help but smile, but I immediately realized that something was wrong. There could be no chemical equation written on the sticker for filling the coffee.The same is true for opening other doors, which are full of test tubes and medicine bottles, sealed with unknown liquid parts.

Finally, I opened the door on the far side, and there were two glass containers the size of a portable safe, filled with gray liquid, on top of each other. Looking carefully, there were large pieces of meat flakes floating inside.My eyes widened.When I realized what it was, a strong vomiting sensation hit me. It's the brain, whitish, like a broken rubber ball, the unique shape is undoubtedly the human brain. A note was taped to the glass case.I suppressed the churning in my stomach and looked over. It said "Donor №.2". I looked at another glass box, same thing, but the floating pieces of meat were much smaller, and the sticker said "Recipient JN".

JN? Just as I was thinking about what it was, my initials appeared in my mind at the same time.In an instant, the accumulation in my chest rose sharply. This time I couldn't hold it back and threw up all over the floor. I closed the refrigerator door and ran out, down the stairs, down the hallway, and back to my room, which was called the "special ward."I curled up in bed, but couldn't sleep anyway.Until morning, I was thinking about myself and my brain.Naruse Junichi, JUNICHINARUSE...JN. Is that piece of meat my brain? If my brain is in that glass box, whose is it that is in my head now?