Arknights, but all characters are NPCs?

W is more slow, she hasn't even noticed anything wrong yet.

But this can't be blamed on W.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found myself in a strange place. Isn't this wrong?

But the problem is that W just experienced this kind of thing three days ago.

When they were ambushed on the battlefield, Kal'tsit and Theresa came to the rescue. At that time, didn't W just close his eyes, and open them again, and move from the battlefield to the hospital bed?

Isn't this a classic remake?

As for the weak body like a little girl?

W had just recovered from a serious illness and had been lying in bed for three whole days. Isn't it normal for her to feel a little weak?

As for the recovery from oripathy... unfortunately, with W's lack of prenatal education, she probably doesn't even know how to write the three words "oripathy", and can only see the two words "recovered" as scribbles.

"So...how did I end up in a place like this?"

"Could it be that I fainted again and was rescued by Kal'tsit? Tsk..."

W still clearly remembered what Kal'tsit said to her with a cold face...she had just recovered, so she shouldn't run around and should go back to bed and continue lying down, otherwise someone would carry her back.

But W didn't follow the doctor's advice at all. He wandered around and had fun all day.

In this situation, the disease relapsed, and then he fainted as soon as he lay down on the hospital bed...it seems barely reasonable?

But if this is true, then W will probably have to see Kal'tsit's ugly face again.

W grumbled for a long time, then finally sat up from the bed.

She looked around and found something interesting:

"Why is the decoration of this room so to my liking?"

"If I were to decorate it, I would definitely put a display frame there, and then put the gun I snatched from those Sakotas on it..."

No, there really is a display frame over there, and there really is a gun in the display frame.

"... ..., well, if it were me, I would put another workbench over there to make explosives..."

Well, there are workbenches too.

What a ghost.

Could this really be her room?

But she had no impression at all.

Where are the memories? Where are my memories?

W silently bent down and reached under the bed.

Because according to her personality, she will definitely put one under the bed...

"It's true..."

W held the dagger he had dug out from under the bed and a few potatoes that were about to sprout, and fell into deep thought.

Something's wrong...

It was this feeling of dislocation that it seemed like he had just slept, but when he woke up he found that several years had passed...that finally made W realize that something was wrong.

She stood up and put the dagger in her hand into the trouser leg strap as usual.

No, don't arrive.

Subconsciously looking down, W realized that what she was wearing was neither a hospital gown nor the mercenary camouflage uniform, but...

"Stockings? No, these look like leather pants? And... oh? A little skirt? What am I wearing?"

W put on his shoes, stood up and walked around.

Then he stopped in front of a red-framed floor-length mirror.

Looking at her own appearance in the mirror, W couldn't help but be amazed: "Oh my, I look so pretty~"

But after the joy, W's expression gradually became serious.

The little skirt is very pretty and suits her aesthetic taste very well.

But why is she still wearing red nail polish?

W doesn't think that with Kal'tsit's personality, she would dress up a patient who doesn't listen to the doctor's advice.

So who applied the nail polish? Yourself?

What about memory?

Why doesn't she have any memory at all?

Thinking of this, W took a deep breath.

She regained her vigilance as a mercenary, looked around, and after making sure that there was no obstacle around, W tentatively walked to the door of the room.

He held the door handle with one hand and took out the dagger with the other.

Slowly, slowly, he opened the door a crack, and then pulled it open with all his might.

This action is for prevention. If there is someone outside the door, W can catch the other person off guard in the first place.

But unfortunately:

"Hmm? No one?"

W first extended half of the dagger and used the reflection on the dagger to feel whether there were any sniper points or the like around.

After making sure there was nothing, W poked his little head out again and looked left and right.

"Still fine... The structure here... Am I still on Rhodes Island?"

"Am I overthinking it?"

While W was muttering, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

This made W retract her head immediately. When she continued to observe with the reflection of the dagger, she saw an operator in a Rhodes Island uniform walking past her door as if he was on night shift.

Although W still did not let his guard down, he only poked his head out again after three operators passed by without finding anything unusual.

It was not until the fourth operator came over that W tentatively called out, "Little guy? I have a question for you—"

But the operator ignored her and continued walking forward.

This made W frown: "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

After saying that, W also stretched out his hand and grabbed the operator's wrist.

Then W saw that the operator stopped instantly like a controlled corpse.

But even so, the operator had no intention of paying any attention to her.

Furthermore, the operator had a blank expression on his face and empty eyes. Although he was looking forward, it seemed as if he was not aware of W's existence at all.

"..."

W silently let go of his hand.

After the operator recovered, he walked away slowly with the same pace as before.

So, speechless and silent, W retreated back to her room.

"Something's wrong. Something's wrong. Something's wrong! Damn!"

W locked the door at the fastest speed possible, and even moved the cabinet next to it to block the door.

Even nine out of ten are wrong.

W is indeed uneducated, but she is not stupid.

The operator just now didn't look like a living person at all.

"It's not that I don't have any memory, but there's something wrong here!"

W hurried to the bedside. She remembered that Kal'tsit had given her the first and second editions of the notes, but she had left them here...

"No... That's right, this is not a ward, where did it come from..."

"No, even if there is, I can't understand it, right?"

"Think about it, think about what Kal'tsit told me before..."

Um, forgot.

Oh shit, it's over.

Kal'tsit, if you knew this would happen, you should have told me earlier!

It's like a riddle, who can understand it?

W thought hard for a long time, and then came to a general conclusion:

"There is something dirty"

Probably...the meaning is about the same, right?

"What else did Kal'tsit say to me afterwards...?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I remember it was "Keep calm, you can come back"? "

"So how do we get back? How do we calm down?"

It's impossible to just continue lying in bed and sleeping, right?

But apart from this method, W seems to have no other clues now...

So after hesitating for a long time, W lay down on the bed, hid the dagger under the pillow, then closed his eyes and tried -

dong dong dong.

The sudden knock on the door startled W, who was just trying to fall asleep.

But before W had time to open his eyes to look, he heard another voice:

Click.

The door that should have been locked was opened.

squeak-

The door was opened.

W: "..."

Something dirty is coming in!

022. Chasing is part of the game, you have to try it

W quietly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

But her ears were already perked up, listening to the movements inside and outside the house.

No matter what kind of thing opens the door and comes in, as long as it makes footsteps, W can use it to infer the other person's height, weight, and even general body shape.

In this way, we can judge the approximate location of the opponent's heart so that we can kill him with one blow.

Don't underestimate the Sarkaz mercenaries, this is their unique skill for making a living.

"..."

"..."

"..."

No? Where are the footsteps of your horse? !

Why is there no movement at all?

It couldn't be possible that thing was standing at the door and staring at me, right?