I recorded these on the bed board and covered them with a quilt, and then slept on the floor myself to avoid destroying the traces. Of course, it was also because the camera couldn’t see what I recorded, but I knew the other party should know what I was doing.
That was the ninth day when I recorded the play with a quilt, and the whole room started to rotate again.
After a one hundred and eighty-degree flip, I fell directly on the ceiling.
The pillow and quilt were also grabbed by the extended robotic arms and then rolled into the inside.
The camera poked out to observe the bed on the ceiling at this moment, and saw clearly what I recorded.
Then a robotic arm stretched out on the floor and cleaned the bed directly on the ceiling.
I threw out the new quilt and pillow and turned it back 180 degrees again, and I fell heavily on the ground.
Recording is not allowed, obviously this room is filled with institutions almost everywhere.
I squatted on the ground and looked at the protruding robotic arm that had changed roughly before, but the ground was neatly tidy and tightly.
Only by observing with the naked eye can you find that the gaps in the tiles are slightly different from those next to them.
Or it is not different at all, maybe every tiles can move.
That was the thirteenth day and I was taken to the experiment.
This time they cut my arm and filled it with a piece of metal. And I clearly told me not to take it out and to see the changes in the metal next week.
I don’t know what these people have, but at least there are more science than those in the last century. At least I will give me a skull opening every day and inject strange things regularly.