空气中弥漫着刺鼻的消毒水味,还有淡淡的福尔马林气息.
The air reeked of strong disinfectant, laced with the faint stench of formalin.
林墨缓缓睁开眼,发现自己正躺在一张病床上,床单雪白,没有一丝皱痕.
Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hospital bed, the sheets perfectly white and unwrinkled.
天花板上挂着滴液瓶,透明液体沿着管道缓缓滴落.
An IV bag hung above him, clear liquid dripping slowly through a tube.
他动了动身体,却发现四肢被皮带绑住.
He tried to move, only to realize his limbs were strapped down by leather restraints.
"又是一场新试炼."他心中这样判断.
"Another new trial," he concluded inwardly.
系统的声音果然在这时响起,低沉而无情.
Right on cue, the system's cold, detached voice filled the room.
「欢迎进入第三层:木偶医院.」
"Welcome to Floor Three: The Puppet Hospital."
「本层主题:自我复写 / 替代人格.」
"Theme of this floor: Self-Rewrite / Substitute Identity."
「当前身份:患者编号017.你即将接受'镜像人格重塑术'.」
"Current identity: Patient No.017. You are scheduled for a 'Mirror-Personality Reprogramming Procedure.'"
林墨脸色一变,心脏开始加速跳动.
Lin Mo's face tensed, and his heart began to race.
就在这时,他听见窗帘后传来一阵低声抽泣.
At that moment, he heard soft sobbing coming from behind the curtain.
一道熟悉的身影缓缓走出——竟然是他自己.
A familiar figure slowly stepped out—it was himself.
那"人"穿着一模一样的病号服,脸,眼神,伤痕...全都一样.
The "man" wore the exact same hospital gown. His face, his eyes, even the scar on his jaw—identical.
"你睡得太久了."
"You've been asleep too long."
"所以我...先代替你活着了."
"So I… took your place for a while."
林墨眼睛睁大,不知是惊恐还是错乱.
Lin Mo's eyes widened—he couldn't tell if it was terror or confusion.
那个人影露出诡异的微笑,拿起一把手术刀,向他走来.
The figure smiled eerily, picked up a scalpel, and began walking toward him.
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