Chapter 3 three

The suitcase is not too heavy, I just hold on to the handles and swing it onto the table.I opened the suitcase and took out the contents.The box was mostly clothes, nothing out of the ordinary, sweater, shirt, pants, a black coat for parties and formal occasions, sportswear, sneakers, loafers, sandals. After much deliberation, I stuffed the little black dress into my shoulder bag at the last minute, along with the blue skirt, white fitted top, magic bra, some stockings, and a pair of high heels.I don't know if there's an opportunity to wear these here, I don't think so, but they don't take up much space anyway.Besides, these clothes are all mine, and they are expensive, so it is not so easy to get them.And I also know that if I suddenly had an urge to look feminine and didn't have these props to satisfy that urge, I'd be very unhappy.

Standing with my back to the ceiling monitor, I touched the dresses, skirts, and tops I had just taken out of my shoulder bag, and opened the closet to hang them up.At this moment, I saw that there were also monitors in the closet.The monitor was facing me, as if I had been caught doing something wrong.I blushed, and then became annoyed. I pointed the middle finger to the monitor, hung the clothes on the hanger firmly, and closed the cabinet door. I also brought a few books and temporarily put them on the small table in the living room, put the laptop on the table in the alcove, and kept my favorite pens, a notepad, an envelope with a few photos Put it in the drawer of the bedside table.

The envelope contained photos of York, Niles, my house, and my family as a child.The family portrait is a Polaroid photo, taken on the couch at my parents' house, with my parents in the middle, with baby Ole on her lap, next to Ida and me, next to my dad are older brother Chance and older sister Sif, the two sat tightly together.Everyone was smiling, Ida and I were laughing.The photo was taken by my mother's best friend when I was eight years old.I remember that I liked the aunt who took the photo very much. She loved children very much, but she had no children. That day she insisted on taking pictures of our family with the newly bought Polaroid camera.It was the only family photo of our family, I am so glad that the auntie convinced us to take a photo, unfortunately I don't remember her name.

Now my family is scattered all over the place, like dandelion balls being blown away by the wind.My parents passed away very early, and if they were still alive, I would probably be exempted from caring for them for a few years.Chance, Ida and Ole now have families of their own, living and working in different parts of Europe.Big sister Sif is dead, or so I think.She has no children and is seven years older than me, so there's little chance she'll be alive, unless she gets a waiver, and I don't even know if she has that chance. I unpacked everything in the suitcase, put the suitcase, double-breasted coat, and winter boots in the upper wardrobe, and walked back and forth between the living room, bedroom, and bathroom, and my initial apathy gradually turned to restlessness and finally agitation.I turned on the faucet, pushed down the toilet flush handle, opened drawers and cabinets, checked the kitchen supplies, made sure the fridge and freezer were working, made sure the ice maker, ceramic hob, conventional oven, microwave and kettle were working.I went to the alcove and sat down on the chair at the desk.It was a nice chair, made of molded wood, but it was uncomfortable to sit on, with no way to rest the lower back, a high back, below the shoulder blades, and no armrests.According to my experience, I only need to write on this chair for a few hours, and within a week, my back and shoulders will start to ache.But I'm pretty sure they'll send a better chair if I ask for it.From now on, they will keep me in top health, which is what matters after all.

I got up from the chair and walked over to the sofa to see how it would sit.The sofa is great, comfortable to lie on or sit on.I sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, and pressed it on the TV. A German channel appeared on the screen, and a talk show was playing.I flip through the channels at will and find that there are countless channels, and the whole world is presented to me, although now I have no contact with the outside world, no communication with the outside world through letters, e-mails, text messages or phone calls.From now on, all I can use is the internal phone line, and as for the Internet, I can only surf the Internet under surveillance, that is, there will be an orderly or other person sitting next to me when I surf the Internet.I can't be in chat rooms, I can't blog, I can't post or reply to ads, I can't participate in opinion polls.

After finishing fifty or so channels, I turned off the TV, got up from the sofa, stretched, and looked around the living room.What am I going to do now?I look at the clock on the DVD player under the TV. It's still a while before the two o'clock orientation.This is not good.I'm already starting to feel the creeps.I don't know if the feeling is from anxiety or anger, and don't want to know.If there is a window, I go to the window and look out, which usually calms me down.But I just found out that there are no windows here, and every room has no windows.I may have subconsciously noticed it when I was brought into the apartment, but now I'm aware of it.How is it possible that there are no windows and yet it feels like daytime here?The light doesn't come from a bulb, it doesn't seem to come from a particular direction, it feels like the whole space is filled with light.I looked around the living room suspiciously. The only light bulb that was on was over the kitchen sink.Although I knew it was useless, in order to solve the mystery, I went over and turned off the light.Sure enough, there was no difference.I give up.

It took me a few days to solve the daylight mystery.I climbed up on a chair to set up a shelf over a table in the alcove, and happened to see a rectangular vent in the wall, high up near the ceiling, several in each room.Turns out it wasn't a vent, because when I stood on a chair and squinted at the angled louvers inside the vent (sort of like the blinds you use to keep sunlight out of the room), I could see the glow inside. The diodes emit a blinding white light that dazzles me. With no windows to calm me down, and the creepy feeling inside me that seemed about to get out of hand and take over, I wondered if I should go to the saloon, or knock on Megan's door.However, when I thought about it carefully, I realized that I was not ready yet.I was very tired, so I went into the bedroom and lay down on the side of the double bed.I lay on my bed, stared at the ceiling, tried not to think, and began to breathe deeply, focusing on exhaling slowly.After a while, I drifted off to sleep, and didn't open my eyes until I was startled by a sudden chirp from a loudspeaker somewhere in the house.After the chirping, a male voice sounded, his tone seemed to be preaching in a friendly manner:

Those who arrived today, please note that the orientation meeting will be held in the D4 conference hall ten minutes later, and every new employee must attend. D4 Conference Hall is located in D stairwell on the fourth floor.The easiest way to go to the D4 conference hall is to take any elevator down to the K1 floor, walk along the blue corridor, and then take the D elevator to the fourth floor.Welcome everyone!The broadcast ends.