Chapter 3 2

23:57 It was very dark in the room.But our eyes are getting used to the darkness a little bit.woman sleeping in bed.Beautiful young woman.Mary's older sister Ellie.Eri Asai.And no one told, but somehow we knew.Black hair spread out on the pillow like spilled ink. It's okay for us to become a point of view to watch her image, or it's called peeping.The point of view becomes a camera floating in space, which can be moved freely in the room.At this moment, the camera is filming her sleeping form directly above the bed.Change the angle at regular intervals, just like the blink of an eye.Her small, well-shaped lips were closed in a straight line.At first glance, you can't feel the movement of breathing, but if you look closely, you can see that there are really tiny peristalsis in the throat from time to time.is breathing.She rested her head on the pillow and assumed a posture of looking up at the ceiling, but she wasn't actually looking at anything.The eyelids are closed like hard flower buds in winter.I slept soundly.I'm afraid I didn't even dream.

While watching Eri Asai's sleeping position, I gradually felt that there was something extraordinary in that sleep.Her sleep is so pure, so perfect.The muscles of the face, even the eyelashes, were motionless.The slender and white neck maintains a high density and quietness like a handicraft, and the small chin becomes a perfectly shaped headland, with an impartial angle.No matter how soundly one sleeps, it is absolutely impossible for a person to step into such a deep sleep realm, and it is impossible to abandon consciousness so comprehensively. However, the presence or absence of consciousness is another matter, and the bodily functions required to maintain life are still operating.Minimal breathing and heartbeat.Her presence, it seems, rests on the narrow threshold between the inorganic and the organic—quietly, carefully.How and why this happens is unknown.Eri Asai seemed to be engulfed in warm wax pellets, in a state of perfect sleep, which obviously contained something incompatible with nature.Right now, that's all that can be judged.

The camera retreated slowly, conveying the scene of the entire room, and then began to observe in detail, hoping to make a breakthrough.It is by no means a decorative room, nor does it reflect the taste and personality of the owner.If you don't look carefully, it may be difficult to see even the young girl's room.There are no dolls, plush dolls, and accessories.No posters, not even a calendar.There is an old wooden table and a swivel chair by the window.The windows were hung with roller blinds.On the table was a simple black lamp, a late-model laptop (with the lid closed), and some ballpoint pens and pencils in large mugs.

There was a simple single wooden bed against the wall, and Eri Asai slept on it.Snow white fig bedspread.On the wall on the other side of the bed is a shelf with a small modular stereo and several CD cases stacked on top of it.Next to it is a telephone and an 18-inch TV.A western-style dressing table with a mirror, in front of the mirror there are only lip balm and a small round comb.There is a large walk-in closet on the wall, and five framed photographs arranged on a shelf are almost the only decorations.All of them are photos of Eri Asai herself, none of them are photos of herself, there are no photos with her family or friends, and all of them are professional photos posing as models, which must have been published in magazines.There is a small bookshelf, but there are few books, and most of them are textbooks used in college classes.Otherwise, there are only a bunch of large-format fashion magazines.It seems difficult to call her a book lover.

Our point of view as a virtual camera picks up these presences in the room one by one, taking the time to film them meticulously.We are nameless invaders out of sight.We see, hear, smell.However, we are not physically located here, and no trace is left.That is, we obey the same rules as orthodox time travelers, observing, but not intervening.But frankly speaking, the information about Eri Asai that can be obtained based on the situation of the room is definitely not rich.It gives people the impression that her character has been quietly hidden somewhere, cleverly escaping the eyes of observation.

At the head of the bed, the digital display electronic clock updates the time accurately and silently.At this time, only this clock can show movement in the room.The discreet, electronically driven nocturnal animal.The green LCD numbers surreptitiously and briskly emerge.It was 11:59 in the middle of the night. The camera as our point of view retreated immediately after observing the details, scanned the room as a whole again, and then maintained this wide-angle view for a while as if he couldn't make up his mind.During this time, the line of sight is temporarily fixed in one place.The meaningful silence continued.But soon, it stopped its eyes on the TV in the corner of the room as if remembering something, and approached there.Sony brand square black TV, the screen is black, lifeless like the back of the moon.But the camera seems to sense some movement from it, or something like a symptom.The screen expands.In silence, we share this movement or omen with the camera, and we stare at the screen.

We wait, between holding our breath and listening. The clock shows the digits as 0:00. "嗞嗞嗞"—electrical noise came to my ears.Then the TV screen got a glimpse of life and began to blink slightly.Could it be that someone came to press the TV switch unknowingly, or started the appointment procedure?No, neither is possible.The camera meticulously pans to the back of the TV, and it turns out: The TV's power outlet has been unplugged.Yes, the TV should die, should be hard and cold, and keep silent at midnight, logically and theoretically.However, it didn't die. Scan lines appeared on the screen, flickered, blurred, disappeared for a moment, then flashed again.During this time, the noise of "嗞嗞嗞" continued.Soon, images began to appear on the screen, and the images began to gather and form, but soon they were crooked like italics, and disappeared suddenly, like a flame being blown out in one blow, and then the same situation was repeated from the beginning.The image staggered to its feet with all its strength, trying to visualize what was there.The image is grotesque, the information is messy, and the outline is covered with cuts and bruises.The camera feeds us all the fission processes.

The sleeping woman seemed unaware of the mutation in the room, and was completely indifferent to the unscrupulous light and sound from the TV.She just slept soundly in the consummation that had already been set, and nothing could disturb her deep sleep right now.The TV is the new intruder in the room.Of course we are also invaders.But unlike us, the New Invaders are neither quiet nor transparent, nor neutral.Its unmistakable attempt to intervene in the room, we are intuitively aware of this intention. The erratic TV picture seems to be gradually stabilizing.The screen protrudes from the interior of a room somewhere.Quite a large room, like a room in an office building, or a classroom somewhere.Large open glass windows, many fluorescent lights lining the ceiling, but no furniture in sight.No, upon closer inspection, there was a chair roughly in the center of the room.An old wooden chair with a backrest and no armrests, practical and simple.A person sits on a chair.Because the image has not been completely stabilized, the figure sitting on the chair looks like a vague silhouette.The deserted atmosphere of a long-abandoned place permeated the room.

The camera beaming (approximately) that image this way is cautiously approaching the chair.Judging by the body shape, the person sitting on the chair should be a man, leaning slightly forward.Face forward, in a pensive pose.Dark clothes, leather shoes.The face is invisible, but he is not tall and seems to be on the thin side.Age is hard to judge.In all the time we've been collecting information piece by piece from this blurry screen, the image still appears jerky from time to time.The noise is rising and falling.Fortunately, this disorder did not last long, the image returned to normal, and the noise died down.The image advances step by step in a stable direction amid repeated mistakes.

Something was actually going to happen in this room, something of presumably significance.