part one That place is more comfortable than I imagined. I can have my own room and toilet, or I should say, I can have my own apartment, which has two bedrooms and a living room with a simple kitchen. It is spacious and bright, and the furniture is modern. Decorated in pastel tones with good taste.There are monitors in hidden corners of the house, and I soon discovered that there are microphones hidden in the house, the monitors are not hidden, they are small, but clearly visible, installed in the four corners of the ceiling, and invisible from the ceiling In every corner of the room and in the hallway, for example: in the wardrobe, behind the door, on the protruding cabinet.There are even monitors under the beds and under the kitchen sink, and cameras in every space a person can crawl into or crouch in.Sometimes as you walk around the room, the monocular will follow you, making a low hum to indicate that someone on the surveillance team is bothering to watch at this very moment.The bathroom is no exception, with no fewer than three monitors installed in the small bathroom space, two on the ceiling and one under the sink.This pervasive surveillance activity exists not only in private residences, but also in public areas, and the surveillance density of public areas is no less than that of private residences.Nobody here is allowed to kill themselves or harm themselves.Once you come here, you must accept the conditions.If you have a tendency to self-destruct or self-harm, you must think about it before deciding to come here.

At one point, I had suicidal thoughts that involved hanging myself, jumping in front of a speeding train, doing a U-turn on the highway, sprinting full speed into oncoming traffic, or driving off the road.But I didn't have the courage, so I obediently got into the car at the door of my house at the appointed time. The first snowdrops of winter bloomed in my garden, and they bloomed for several weeks along with the yellow dodder.It was Saturday morning, and I lit the fireplace early, so there was still a quivering wisp of white smoke rising from the chimney as I stood outside in the road waiting.There was no wind outside, and the air was cold and crisp.

The SUV was wine red, with a shiny metallic finish that reflected the harsh sunlight.The SUV drove slowly down the hill through the village and stopped in front of me.The windows are jet black except for the windshield and the front windows.It is completely impossible to tell which organization the car belongs to, and there are no signs or stickers on the body to reveal where it came from or where it went.The driver was a woman, wearing a black quilted jacket. She opened the door and got out of the car. She nodded to me and greeted me with a friendly smile. She helped me carry the large suitcase into the back compartment, and gestured to the back seat, asking me to get on. car.I put on my seat belt, put the shoulder bag on my lap, and wrap my arms around it.The driver shifts into first gear, releases the handbrake, and the car rolls forward.There were only the two of us in the car, and neither of us spoke a word.

The windows were so dark that I couldn't see which way the car was going, and it was hard to tell which direction I was being driven.After driving for two hours, the car suddenly tilted forward, and the sound of the engine and tires became very faint, accompanied by an echo, as if the car was passing through a tunnel.The window went dark first, then the other side window lighted up slightly, and then the car stopped and the engine died.The rear door on the side where I was sitting was opened from the outside, and what came into my eyes were the faces of a man and a woman.With a smile on her face, the woman said, "Hi, Dolly!you are here.

I got out of the car, and the place in front of me seemed to be an underground parking lot. A man and a woman were wearing green shirts, the color of which was like a linden flower, and the logo of the organization was embroidered on the breast pocket of the shirt, which was printed on the information bag sent to my house a few months ago. There is that logo. The man and woman introduced themselves as Dick and Henrietta.Han Lieta added: We are the servants in your district. Han Lieta walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, lifted out my luggage, and walked to the elevator at the other end of the parking lot.There were about fifty vehicles parked in the lot, mostly regular family cars, RVs and minibuses, but there were a few ambulances as well.During the handshake, I had put the shoulder bag on the floor, and Dick picked it up from the floor.I'd prefer to carry the shoulder bag myself, since it holds my most personal belongings, but Dick insists on carrying it for me, and not wanting to freeze the scene, I shrug and let him do it.Dick gestured to the elevator, and I followed Henrietta empty-handed, and Dick walked behind me.

The lift only goes up one floor.We got out of the elevator and Dick said: This is the K1 floor, the upper floor of the basement. We walked along a wide corridor, the walls, ceiling and floor of which were all red.We came to the elevators, took one of them, went up a few floors, and stepped out of the elevator into a fairly ordinary stairwell, with a door at each end of the stairwell, which looked like a normal apartment door.Dicket's shoulder bag was light, so he hurried forward to open a door and held it for me.The door says Area H3.I walked in, and there was an open and ordinary space inside, which looked like a living room, much like a hospital or a student dormitory.On the sofa in the corner sat a woman with curly red hair that was turning white, reading a magazine.On the table in front of her was a steaming cup of tea, which smelled like peppermint tea.The woman looked up, smiling.

This is Megan, Hanlietta said: This is Dolly. I tried to say hello, but it was a muffled husky sound, and I found my lips were dry. I live in the two rooms next to you, Megan said: If you have any questions, want to talk, or even don’t want to talk, just want to find someone to accompany you quietly, anyway, you can come to me no matter what.For the next few hours I was either here or in my room with Megan.Orson. good.I barely managed to utter a word. Megan looked straight at me, her pupils were green. Without thinking too much, she added a few more words: You don't have to worry about disturbing me, we spend a lot of time here.

good.I said it again, but felt as if I should say something more, so I said: Thank you. A corridor led from the saloon, with five doors on one side, and my name was written on the second door.Dick pushed down the handle and opened the door.We went through the door and into the living room. Hanlietta put the suitcase on the ground, Dick put the shoulder bag on the suitcase, turned his head and asked me in a pleasant tone: Do you want us to stay here for a while? Need not.I answered in a less pleasant tone. Then don't bother you, Dick said: Don't forget to come to the orientation party at two o'clock.

Dick looked at me with sharp eyes, as if he was checking whether I could last until two o'clock alone, and I couldn't help snorting.They turned and left, closing the door behind them. So I stood in the apartment. The living room is very warm, almost twenty degrees Celsius.Not used to such a high indoor temperature, especially this season, I took off my double-breasted coat, winter boots, cardigan, and finally my socks.I let the laundry temporarily pile on the floor and stood barefoot looking at the simple beech dining-room setting, a deep and wide sofa, and two armchairs with off-white cushions.At the other end of the living room was an alcove with a desk.To my left is the kitchenette, to my right is the door to the bathroom, and next to the bathroom is the bedroom with the door open.I looked into the bedroom and was surprised because there was a double bed in it.I've never had a double bed in my life.I laughed a few times.That's when I heard the monitor hum for the first time, and a small dark eye turned to look at me, and I imagined it magnified my face.I subconsciously turned my head away.