六月初的中午,烈日猛烈地燃烧着.吃完午饭后,在从食堂回课堂的路上,我捡起了一部黑色的手机.最初,我打算四处打听是谁的,但发现太麻烦了,我决定改去老师办公室.
刚到办公室门口,黑色手机就收到了一条短信.随便打开它,我被第一行吓了一跳."恭喜宁海先生."宁海是我的名字."你被选中参加这一轮的生存剧本.距离剧本开始还有 20 分钟.请做好准备.信息到此结束.看完文字后,我开始沉思.这到底是谁的恶作剧呢?是的,一个恶作剧.这就是我对这件事的第一反应.这部黑色的手机只是我偶然捡到的东西,但它收到了一条叫我名字的短信.这让我怀疑是不是有人故意把它放在我不可避免的道路上.
然而,虽然我知道班上有几个学生喜欢恶作剧,但我不认为他们会对我恶作剧.到现在为止,在我高中二年级的时候,我还没有在学校建立起良好的人际关系.我甚至不记得一些同学的面孔和名字.另一方面,我被老师和学生视为暴力少年,因此被疏远.有哪个同学敢这样逗我玩吗?他们不怕被我打吗?
事实上,即使他们对我恶作剧,我也不会用暴力来回应.我不是一个有严重暴力倾向的人.我们班上有两个同学,他们从初中就认识我了.他们也被我初中毕业后关于我的各种谣言所迷惑.但是由于我们的关系不是那么亲密,他们没有替我反驳这些谣言.
回到正题,我继续检查这部黑色手机.这是一部未知品牌的触屏手机,外壳为哑光黑色.但是,没有摄像头,音量按钮或插孔.右侧只有一个电源按钮.里面没有杂项应用程序.甚至连最基本的拨号功能都没有.我只能在浏览后找到短信和联系人的功能.我点击了联系人选项.界面已更改,显示空白页.多么奇特的手机.
难道我想多了?短信里的宁海只是和我同名的人吗?然后,我专注于短信本身的内容.上面说我被选中进入了这一轮的生存剧本名单,距离剧本开始还有二十分钟.这是什么意思?
那部黑色的手机甚至没有时间显示功能.我不得不拿出自己的手机来查看时间.幸运的是,还有充足的时间.距离午休结束还有四十分钟.我真的很想看看你能玩什么把戏.时间慢慢地过去...
在短信指示的那一刻,我失去了知觉.
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我不知道过去了多少时间.我恢复了意识,睁开了眼睛.乍一看,我看到的是白色的天花板.我警觉地坐起来,环顾四周.这是一间普通的卧室,有一张床,一张电脑桌,一个衣柜等等.它看起来像一个男生的房间,但特别整洁.荧光灯照亮了房间.这个地方在哪里?这不是我的卧室.一切都是那么陌生.我的衣服被人换了.现在我穿着深灰色的睡衣,非常合身.我向侧面看去,看到床边的白色墙上贴着一张电影海报.上面的文字全是日文.奇怪的是,我能听懂上面的日本人.这是怎么回事?
我下了床,赤脚碰到了冰冷的木地板.然后,我发现桌上有一部黑色的手机,看起来无比熟悉.我走过去捡起它.是的,这就是我之前在学校捡到的黑色手机.它一模一样,即使是里面的稀缺应用程序也是一样的.有一条未读的短信.我打开它并阅读它."去上学."这就是短信的内容.这是否意味着我应该去上学?不,在此之前,我想知道更多.我为什么在这个地方?我之前还在上学,但现在我在这个奇怪的卧室里.分隔线是上一条短信指示的时间.考虑到即使在这间陌生的卧室里,我仍然能看到这部手机,我几乎可以得出结论,这件奇怪的事件一定与这部手机有关.
接下来,我再次调查了卧室.房间的一角是一个书架,上面摆满了五颜六色的书,都是用日语写的.我拿出一些,简单地翻阅了一下.就像我之前能莫名其妙地理解海报上的文字一样,现在我也能读到这些书上的日文了.首先是一张日本海报,然后是日本书籍.看来这个房间的主人真的很喜欢日本.
然而,除了卧室的主人喜欢日本这个事实之外,另一个看似合理的原因也出现在我的脑海中.我打开桌上的电脑,用它在互联网上找到我现在的身体位置.日本,海狸城!右下角的时间显示现在是 12 月下旬的早上,而当我失去知觉时,显然是 6 月初的中午.窗外可以听到微弱的鸟鸣声.我迅速走到窗户前,打开了它.冷空气冲进房间,让我不由自主地打了个寒颤.回头一看,我发现卧室里的空调正在散发着温暖的空气.
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A minute later, I calmed down. I had to seriously consider a hypothesis that didn't conform to common sense: There was a supernatural force that had made me lose consciousness. During this period, I had been transported to a different place at a different time. And all of this must be related to the mobile phone I had picked up earlier. This hypothesis wasn't so difficult for me to accept. I myself was the best proof of the existence of supernatural forces. Because I was a person with superpowers.
I first realized that I had superpowers shortly after graduating from junior high school. I found that I could use my mind to remotely disturb a single strand of hair. Three days later, I could lift a pen remotely. Two weeks later, I could lift a pen case full of pens remotely. Eleven weeks later, I could lift a schoolbag full of textbooks remotely... Although the progress was slow, it had never stopped getting stronger. I conventionally called this superpower telekinesis. Until now, although it was a bit strenuous, I could already lift a person. Because of using telekinesis to fight with others, I had also become a violent person in the eyes of others. In fact, I had never initiated violent disputes. It was just that after awakening my superpowers, my style was no longer so submissive. Instead, I had become tougher, which had led to a series of events. But let's not talk about these things for now.
I investigated again using the internet and soon found that I couldn't find the city where I originally lived. Not only that, even the capital and important cities of my country couldn't be found. Instead, there were some seemingly similar but actually different cities. It seemed... My previous hypothesis that I was transported to a different place at a different time was still too mild. This was clearly a different world.
I took the black mobile phone and read that text message again. "Go to school." Although I was still completely confused, I might as well do as it said. However, when it said to go to school, which specific school was it referring to? And where was it located?
I fiddled with the mobile phone again and suddenly found that the contacts item was no longer blank. There were two names added, namely "Aoba Suzukaze" and "Alphonse Elric." After a brief three-second thought, I clicked on the name "Aoba Suzukaze," which clearly belonged to a Japanese person. The screen showed the interface of a call in progress. I put the mobile phone to my ear and heard a monotonous dialing tone. After a while, the call connected.
"Hello?" A girl's voice came from the other end, with obvious hesitation and a little fear. The content was in Japanese. Incredibly, I, who had never learned Japanese, could understand this sentence just like I could read the Japanese books I found in the bedroom earlier. Not only that, I could not only understand and read but also feel that I could speak and write. This was also one of the evidences that made me convinced that I was being interfered with by supernatural forces. For the purpose of an experiment, I said "Hello" in Japanese. Surprisingly, I really said it, and the pronunciation was very standard.
There was silence on the other end for a while. I vaguely heard her unsteady breathing. "Um..." The girl asked nervously, "Excuse me, who... are you?"
Her question made it very easy for me to infer that perhaps she, like me, was a victim of the black mobile phone. We were in the same situation. "I am Ning Hai." I said. "You are Aoba Suzukaze, right?"
"...Yes." The girl was very nervous.
"Now, I need to ask you a question. I hope you can answer me honestly." I said.
"Yes." The girl agreed.
"After you picked up a black mobile phone, you received a text message addressing you by name. Then you lost consciousness and came to a strange place... Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right!" The girl's voice was faintly excited. "Ah, but my mobile phone is not black. It's purple."
Purple? The color didn't matter.
"I see." I said. "I am in the same situation as you."
For this last sentence, I deliberately used Chinese.
The girl on the other end of the phone asked in confusion, "Excuse me... What did you just say?"
It seemed she couldn't understand.
Strangely, under the interference of supernatural forces, I had learned Japanese. But she hadn't learned Chinese? Was it because we were transported to Japan? If my unsubstantiated reasoning was correct, then she really didn't need to learn a language.
"I mean, I am in the same situation as you." This time I used Japanese again. "After you came to this place, did you also receive a second text message?"
"Yes." The girl was very obedient.
"I also received a second text message." I said. "The content is 'Go to school.' Did you receive the same text message?"
"Yes, yes."
I could almost imagine the girl nodding vigorously on the other end.
Although it was a bit late to say this now, but this Aoba Suzukaze seemed to be a particularly young girl. Her voice had an obvious sense of childishness. Perhaps she was just a junior high school girl? No, since it was in Japan, should it be said that she was a junior high school student? Such a girl being involved in this kind of event was really a disaster. Although I was just in a similar situation.
"Do you know which school is referred to by this text message?" I asked without much hope.
Unexpectedly, the girl immediately gave useful information.
"I know." The girl said. "It should be Beaver High School."
"How do you know?" I was surprised.
"After I woke up, I found that I was put on a high school uniform..." The girl answered slowly while recalling. "There is a student handbook in the pocket of the uniform. It's from Beaver High School. After that, I saw the text message... I think the school that the text message is referring to should be Beaver High School."
"So that's it. Beaver City, Beaver High School..." I noted it down.
"Moreover, for some reason, although I have never been to this high school, my name is written on the student handbook, and there is also my photo on it." The girl added.
"Really?"
While on the phone, I didn't stay idle. I kept walking around the bedroom and investigating while multitasking. Suddenly, I found a photo frame on top of the bookshelf. Taking it down, I saw a family photo. In a computer-generated grassland background, a family of three was gathered together, posing in the direction of the camera. The boy sandwiched between the parents was exactly what I looked like when I was a child.
My attention was immediately focused on it.
"I found a family photo." I said to the girl. "A boy who looks exactly like me when I was a child is sandwiched between his parents. But I don't know those parents at all."
"Is that so..." The girl was speechless.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Um..." The girl hesitated for a long time. "If this is a game, then, maybe... Your child identity and my student identity are just role identities that we have assumed in the game?"
I didn't expect her to give a speculation from the perspective of a game. Do girls these days all like games so much?
This perspective was very useful to me.
"Ah, I'm just saying it!" The girl seemed very embarrassed. "Sorry, in this situation, I suddenly talked about games and such..."
"It's okay." I said. "Your idea is very fresh. I should thank you instead."
"Eh..."
While talking to her, I had already taken off my pajamas and started to change into a black Japanese school uniform.
"You go to school first. I will contact you again later."
"Okay." The girl paused for a moment. "By the way, um... Ning Hai?"
It seemed she hadn't forgotten my name.
"If you want to go to school, it's better to go as soon as possible." The girl persuaded me. "If this is a game, going to school may be a task. Being late might lead to task failure."
"Okay." I said. "I'll hang up now."
"Um..." There seemed to be a bit of reluctance on the other end.
I hung up the phone.
Soon, I had changed my clothes and found a schoolbag full of textbooks in the bedroom. I also found a student handbook inside. There was the name of the school on the handbook. Sure enough, it was Beaver High School. And just like Aoba Suzukaze said, my student handbook also had my name and photo on it. The name was also Ning Hai, and the photo was exactly the same as me. I thought my identity in this world might be that of an international student or something like that. That would make sense.
After getting ready, I left this bedroom and came to a bright living room through a corridor. Standing in the center of the living room was a woman with long black hair, facing away from me. Judging from the situation, this woman should be my mother in this world. Although I had no interest in calling a stranger mom, I still planned to say hello. However, before I could say anything, I suddenly stopped. My intuition told me that this woman was dangerous.
Since I became a person with superpowers, my intuition had also been strengthened. I always drew good lots in lottery games, could pick the desired card when playing cards, and could walk in the dark without bumping into anything even with my eyes covered. Nearly two years had taught me the necessity of trusting my intuition. If I were an ordinary person, I would be more willing to trust my thinking. But now that I was a person with super intuition and superpowers, I chose to trust my intuition. I was mentally prepared to take action.
The woman slowly turned around and faced me. Her eyes were a eerie bright red.