Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Based on experience, if a volunteer cannot be categorized as any other prototype, they can be included in the general experimental population.

The general experimental population is a consumable and its feeding/storage/maintenance costs should be assessed regularly.

Clue to Room 785

A pair of high heels was definitely the most jarring thing in this dirty setting, but those high heels were also stained with blood, including the huge curves. With each movement, drops of blood could be seen falling onto the bedroom carpet. Fortunately, the carpet did not make any other unnecessary noise for Jamie, allowing him to hide himself well.

Perilanka, outside the window, was unaware of what was happening inside and could only continue to hide in the barrel, waiting for his teammates to send a signal that it was safe.

"Sister, where are they? I clearly heard them..."

A voice other than the two people came from inside the room. It was obviously the madwoman who smashed the door talking to herself. But who was the sister she was talking about? Was there another person like her here?

"No, no, no, you heard right, they must be around here. If not here, where else could they be?!"

...The same person's voice?

These two sentences sound like a simple dialogue, yet they come from the same voice?

Jamie adjusted his posture slightly, trying to broaden his field of vision, but the loud crash that pierced through the wooden planks made him stop abruptly. Only then did he realize that the massive curve was a scythe, stained with the blood of countless people, and even with half of its intestines hanging from it...

"Aaaaaah!!! Sister, why can't I find them?! Did I go to the wrong place again?!"

"Calm down, you damn lunatic! Can't you hurry up and search somewhere else? Why are you wasting time here?!"

The two sentences, spoken by different people, came from the same voice. Perilanka could make a preliminary judgment that this was a schizophrenic madman with a severe hysterical mentality.

"They're not here...not here...wait, I see them!"

Jamie felt a chill run down his spine. Had she discovered him?

Sweat poured down his face, and even a simple turn of his head took all his strength. When he finally managed to turn his gaze to where the other person was, he saw him pick up a sickle from the ground, quickly jump out of the window, and judging from the hurried footsteps, he must have been running along the inner corridor towards the annex.

Could it be that guy Adnan?

Jamie crawled out from under the bed and peered out the window. Using the night vision goggles, he tried to see into the distance, but the limited field of vision prevented him from seeing anything further. He only knew one thing: the mad killer had already left the guest room.

"Hey, that guy's gone!"

He whispered a reminder, and Perilanka climbed out of the tub and together they entered the guest room. Their legs were so weak that they needed to rest briefly on the bed; this guy was too fast.

Perilanka lay down and offered his guess: "This guy must be schizophrenic; he's been talking to himself the whole time."

"I know I should thank her hysteria for making her lose interest in searching the place, otherwise I would have been finished."

After the conversation, the two of them simultaneously recalled what the guy had just said. If it wasn't them, then it must have been someone from the side room—Villes? Adnan? Whoever it was, they were both in trouble now.

However, they are currently unable to warn the other party, so they can only try to complete their part of the task, which is to find their own bedroom, find the mechanism to unseal the documents, and destroy them at the designated location.

They were already relatively familiar with the route through the main house. With the main house temporarily safe, the two returned from the game room to the main house, followed the corridor to find the stairs, and then went up to the second floor to search. This time, there wouldn't be a naked big guy blocking their way.

Finally, they could take a good look at the second floor... It didn't seem like much. It was still a narrow corridor, with large pools of blood and corpses lying sprawled out. They had begun to adapt to this environment.

"Be careful, we don't know if anyone's here..."

The two looked around in the corridor, walking quietly, afraid of disturbing the other madman. After all, the corridor was not a dark place, and they would be discovered immediately if they bumped into each other. There were not many places for them to escape.

The question is, which room is mine?

Jamie asked, puzzled.

"You don't know which room is yours?"

Standing in the middle of the corridor, Jamie realized the most serious problem: he hadn't left his room, so naturally he couldn't know where his room was.

He had to explain this to Perilanka in order to better resolve the issue...

"I woke up outside the main entrance of the mansion, and started exploring from there, so of course I didn't know which room was mine."

The bedrooms in front of us all use fingerprint locks, and not every bedroom has a brand name lock, or even a space they can enter. This is troublesome. Where do we even begin?

"Why don't you go to my room first? Maybe we can find some clues about ourselves there?"

Perilanka made the suggestion in a low voice, and Jamie naturally had no objections; it was the best solution at the moment.

Following the route Perilanca remembered, Jamie paid close attention to the rooms he passed. The doctor's and lawyer's rooms were open, but the priest's room remained locked...

He just felt unlucky. He had only taken money from someone to kidnap a woman from Donghuang, but he ended up in this mess. He should have known better than to take on this hot potato.

PS: By the way, the protagonist of this side story, Jamie, is the same person who tried to kidnap Yingque in the previous story and was taken away by Morido.

The activity space on the second floor wasn't large, and they quickly and safely arrived at Perilanca's awakening point. The sign on the door read...

"The kindergarten teacher's room..."

He quickly began to connect the dots between the areas they had passed through, Adnan's mention of finding the mechanism in each person's bedside table, the lawyer Veles who was preparing to destroy the documents, and the already opened rooms of the lawyer and doctor...

"...Are you a kindergarten teacher?"

Jamie asked tentatively.

As soon as she finished speaking, Perilanka paused for a moment, as if she had suddenly remembered something, and slowly said, "Emmmm... I didn't notice this sign when I came out. It seems that my original profession was indeed a kindergarten teacher."

......

Jamie was skeptical of her hesitant answer, but if she was indeed a kindergarten teacher, then it proved that the room's information corresponded to each person's profession in their original society.

If this is the case......

“Then I think I know how to find my room,” Jamie said, turning to leave. “Wait here for me. I’ll come over once I find it. Be careful.”

"no problem."

786 Mystery

"The lender's room."

The nickname was quite ironic, but it was indeed Jamie's identity. Although he was a little annoyed, the fingerprint lock wouldn't lie to him.

Although it's unclear when they registered their fingerprints...

This bedroom is newer than I imagined, and... it even feels like my old room...

"Damn it, did these lunatics create a one-to-one replica of my room?"

He could find anything familiar in any familiar place; aside from the traces and details left by time, it was no different from his own room.

Jamie was in a daze for a while, as if he had really returned home, instead of a bloody mansion full of murderous madmen. He went to his desk as usual, pulled out a chair and sat down, and took out an old photograph from the drawer. Damn it, the photograph even had the marks of time.

The photo is a family portrait, with myself, and... my wife and daughter...?

The existence of a photograph must have its significance, but why is it that Jamie doesn't have a strong impression of the other two people in the photograph at this moment?

You remember the photo, but not the content of the photo?

"hiss...!"

A sharp pain invaded his brainstem. He seemed to remember something, but it shattered like glass. It was as if he was trying to piece together a broken vase, but he couldn't even reshape it before it broke into pieces again, all in vain.

......

"The fluctuations in EEG data have increased; we need to speed up the recording."

"Recording completed, archived, critical signal stored successfully."

......

After a while, he put down the photo and decided to stop thinking about the content that was bothering him. His reason told him that if he continued to dwell on it, a knife might be piercing his chest to force him to come to his senses.

Following Adnan's instructions, Jamie went to the bedside table and began rummaging through it. It was spotless; besides cigarettes and canned beer, there was nothing else. However...

Where did these documents come from?

He picked it up, but what first caught his attention was a red button at the bottom of the document; it seemed to be the mechanism.

After pressing it, an electronic announcement sounded from inside the cabinet: "The document has been opened."

It seems I can successfully retrieve the documents once I return to the second floor of the annex, but there should still be some time...

He sat down on the bed and began to carefully read the information in the documents, which were really just a few old, expired newspapers.

"A sudden accident occurred at the kindergarten, resulting in the tragic deaths of four children due to aging electrical wiring. We are forced to re-emphasize the importance of children's electrical safety..."

Several parents gathered in front of the kindergarten the following day to protest non-violently, but the situation did not escalate further...

When did this happen? Wait a minute...!

An even more intense pain swept through his mind. Jamie pounded his head violently, utterly unable to comprehend the source of this pain, and...

Why am I even in the protest photos in the newspaper...?

What exactly is going on...?

He had no recollection of ever experiencing this incident; he only remembered that he was collecting loan sharks for a local New York gang. However, he clearly remembered many of the layouts and old objects in the room.

Damn it…!

The shock of extremely contradictory memories gave Jamie a splitting headache. There was too much he could understand about what he saw in the room. The feeling of his thoughts being in turmoil was unbearable. He wanted to burn the whole place down to relieve the pain.

"Are you okay?"

Perillana's concerned voice pulled him back to reality. Jamie immediately stuffed the newspaper into the bedside table and closed it, then stood up from the floor, pretending that everything was fine.

"It's okay, I've already finished on this side."

Perilanka nodded and said, "Me too, let's go."

The two left quickly without discussing the layout of Jamie's room too much. After all, they both realized that the decorations in these rooms were no different from their own real rooms, so it was better not to make unnecessary judgments.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, the atmosphere seemed to have become a little tense, but Jamie still wanted to confirm something...

"Perilanka?"

"what happened?"

"When you pressed the button just now, it was in the bedside table, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Is there something on top of the button?"

"There are some old photos on display, but I don't remember what they show."

"Is being a kindergarten teacher your profession?"

"Yes, why are you asking these questions?"

"It's nothing, just checking if I found the room the right way."

……

However, if that's the case, there's still a logical flaw...

That was the lawyer's room; if Attorney Villes had originally been waiting in the study for Dr. Adnan to find the mechanism...

So how did Dr. Adnan get into the lawyer's room?

......

Jamie couldn't confirm which of her statements were true and which were false. Asking too many questions would only worsen the current relationship. After all, the only person he could completely trust at the scene was Perilanca. He couldn't unilaterally destroy the relationship before confirming Adnan and Villes's attitudes.

But this also raised more questions about his memory: why he appeared in the protest photos, what necessary connection the orphanage had with his experience, whether he was searching for some uncertain truth, or just being entertained by some people behind a screen.

He really disliked this feeling, but he had no power to resist and could only remain silent and wait for further observation.

Perilanka, noticing the awkward atmosphere, quickly changed the subject to something more important: "Shall we go directly to the annex from the second-floor corridor?"

"Okay, the first floor should be more dangerous now."

There was no disagreement on how to get to the annex. Along the way, Jamie began collecting portable bottles and bricks, hoping to put up a fight if he was discovered.

As for whether it will be effective on those crazy people, that's hard to say...

Damaged cans occasionally hung in the corridor, along with simple sound traps. The two crouched and crouched as they passed through these crude traps, successfully reaching the sky corridor connecting the main and auxiliary rooms on the second floor without encountering any other lunatics.

"Wait, who is that?"

Jamie noticed two figures running towards them from the corridor. They were two men and didn't seem to be one of the lunatics. One of them, in particular, matched Adnan's description of the lawyer, Villes...

But it seems it's too late for them to confirm each other's identities...

"Run! Run! That guy's catching up!"

"My God, how can there be such a terrifying madman...!"

Correspondence between Dr. Heinz and Mrs. Gray

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