冷.像是被浸泡在没有尽头的冰水里.
Cold. As if soaked in endless ice water.
林墨猛地睁开眼,视野被一层雾气笼罩.
Lin Mo jolted awake, his vision shrouded in mist.
天花板是潮湿的灰色,长满斑驳霉点,看起来像是一张张阴冷的眼睛.
The ceiling above him was damp and gray, covered in patchy mold that resembled countless cold, staring eyes.
他躺在一间破旧教室的地板上,四周静得可怕.
He was lying on the floor of a dilapidated classroom, the silence so heavy it felt terrifying.
他试图坐起身,感觉全身酸痛,好像沉睡了很久.
He tried to sit up, his entire body aching, as if he'd been asleep for a long time.
空气里弥漫着粉笔灰与霉菌的混合气味.
The air reeked of chalk dust and mildew.
"...这里是哪里?"他低声喃喃.
"...Where am I?" he muttered.
回音在教室里来回反弹,像幽灵在模仿他的声音.
The echo bounced around the room like a ghost mimicking his voice.
他看向自己的手腕,发现戴着一个红色金属环,上面刻着一道冷冰冰的编号:"017".
He looked down at his wrist and saw a red metallic band, cold and numbered: "017."
他穿着一件深灰色的制服,没有口袋,没有拉链,就像是囚犯.
He wore a dark gray uniform—no pockets, no zippers—like that of a prisoner.
而他完全不记得自己是怎么来到这里的.
And he had no memory of how he got here.