"You're trying to get Sylvester to let you go by going through his soft heart. Alas, he won't." Silas sounded very confident when he said this.
I lowered my head in thought, and not a moment later, his voice sounded again. "Before you think things through, you’d best get settled in. You won't be able to escape with me watching you."
After he said that, I heard the sound of the microphone.
It seemed that Silas had left the surveillance room.
However, there was definitely someone in the surveillance room 24/7.
Could it be that someone was watching me even when I was asleep?
I found a piece of cloth and covered the pinprick in the TV. I found a few more miniature cameras after that and covered them one by one with either cloth or paper towels.
What were they going to look at now?
I walked up to the wardrobe. It was bigger than all the ones I had before and consisted of several layers. There were all sorts of clothes displayed neatly on the top according to their suitability for spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
They were probably my mother's. This room used to be hers.
I brushed the soft clothes with my hand. I could almost imagine how my mother looked in them. She was beautiful.
I used to have no memory of my mother, but some image of her had recently always been in my mind. I seemed to have developed some feelings for my mother despite only imagining all these scenes and never witnessing them.
I casually fished out a set of pajamas. Even though it was decades old, it was timeless now. I would wear this tonight.
Fortunately, there were disposable undergarments in the lower drawer. I grabbed them and went into the bathroom.
I accidentally came across a disc under the TV after I was done washing up. It looked like one that someone had personally burned something on.
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