who I am?
He struggled to wake up from the fragmented dream and welcome his new life. The surroundings felt very safe, and the layout was like home. It was a little cold but not unbearable. The lights were not turned on, but the light was neither bright nor dim. The curtains were drawn and it was daytime.
This is an... unknown room. he realized.
In addition to vision, the second sense that occupies one’s senses is touch. He found himself lying on a soft bed, wearing clothes of the same soft texture, very comfortable.
But there is a foreign body sensation in the mouth. It comes from the two upper left teeth. It must have been filled? The tongue is very rough when licking it...
Turning his head sideways, he found a book beside his pillow, with the title facing down. Hardcover edition, very thick. This caught his attention.
So he sat up, still a little dizzy. He subconsciously wrapped himself in a quilt, leaving only his furry head exposed——
Gray, with a few strands of slightly curly hair hanging in front of her eyes, a very strange color...born?
His attention was instantly attracted. He stretched out his hand and pulled at it. His scalp ached. It was indeed his own hair, gray hair, very uniform gray, not the black and white of old age, the gray effect seen from a distance... …
It is completely different from the known hair color that normal people should have. Although he doesn't know where his definition of normal comes from.
I kinda want to pull out a few and play with them... Hey, it definitely won't work! This is your own hair!
Wait... I seem to have forgotten something.
What did he want to do before he thought about pulling out his own hair?
By the way, that book!
If this were a game, there would definitely be a jumping exclamation mark next to the book to attract players. It's a pity that in real life, he has to rely on himself to ignore the messy distractions - such as that eye-catching gray hair - and focus on the real thing.
Fortunately, not much time was wasted.
He picked up the book.
""Grimm's Fairy Tales"? Hmm... It's very new. It hasn't been read much, but it has been on the bookshelf for a long time. There is a color difference between the outer cover and the inner lining... It smells very good of pine wood, and the pine wood bookshelf looks like it. I have a very sensitive sense of smell, and I don’t like overly strong smells. So, this book is not mine, but it should be specially prepared for me.”
He couldn't help but talk to himself. Countless trivial information flows were extracted by him in an instant, and he almost directed his thoughts to other unproductive questions:
For example, he likes aesthetic books, what kind of taste he likes... But he restrained himself and didn't let his thoughts diverge.
Opening this "Grimm's Fairy Tales", there is a sentence written in beautiful cursive calligraphy on the title page, in Japanese, blue and black ink, very new, written not long ago:
Your name is Cachaca.
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Kashasha...
Ca-cha-ca.
Something jumped out of his memory, telling him endlessly that cachacha is a kind of wine, the national liquor of Brazil, a spirit made mainly from fermentation and distillation of fresh sugar cane juice.
Remember kashacha is not rum, not rum, not rum...
Well, he seemed to attach great importance to the fact that Kashasha wine was not rum... Kashasha tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, ignoring the question.
He didn't hesitate to believe that "Kashasha" was his name - there was nothing wrong with using the name of a wine as a name. The pronunciation is very cute, catchy, and the rhythm is lively. The two repeated "ca" have a sense of symmetry and asymmetry.
Kashasha got out of bed.
There were no shoes, there was a carpet, so he was barefoot. He found that there were several cameras in this room, placed in secret places, but Kashasha found them easily.
"It's as obvious as a needle in a pile of straw." Kashasha whispered.
The camera was not turned on, so Kashasha just climbed on top of the bookcase, TV, and luxury refrigerator to turn away the lens of the camera instead of directly destroying it. By the way, he was very good at doing this kind of behavior similar to that of going to the house to reveal the tiles. , and did not cause any financial losses.
Then Kashasha began to explore.
The room is still a bit cold, there is heating facility, but Kashasha doesn't intend to turn it on. He wrapped the quilt on the bed around himself and walked around on the carpet with his bare feet.
The door could not be opened, and there were lush trees outside the window. Kashasha only opened the curtains a crack to observe the situation. The window was also locked and he couldn't get out.
"This is a brand new room, no traces left."
Kashasha cleared her throat and came to a conclusion,
"Every detail is well arranged, but there is no trace, no trace of anyone's life, and no dust. It was probably completed in a short period of time. Judging from the decoration style...the owner of the house is an older person. , conservative but not pedantic, cautious, fond of literature? At the same time, he is also very rich..."
Just from the material, Kashasha could tell that these furniture were expensive, let alone the design. I have to say that this kind of low-key luxury and somewhat Gothic style decoration is very beautiful.
"Gothic"? Another new word. A long list of detailed introductions came out of nowhere in my mind. Kashasha shook his head and took back his running thoughts.
"Master bedroom, guest room, living room, dining room, semi-open mixing station, bathroom and toilet and other basic configurations. I woke up in the guest room...Identity hint...I am a guest, but who is the owner? He should be the one who took me Getting it here means..."
Kashasha licked her lips, which were a little dry.
"He must know what happened to me."
He must have lost his memory, Kashasha thought. Surprisingly he wasn't panicked by this, more curious.
Countless conjectures were swirling in his mind, occupying his mind. After exploring the guest room, living room, kitchen and dining room, Kashasha gently opened the door of the master bedroom:
It was not much different from the layout of his room, but there was an extra row of bookshelves taking up the entire wall and full of books. Well... there's also a desk.
Kashasha resisted the thought of rolling around on the bed and judging the comfort. He noticed paper and pen on the desk, as well as a mirror with a Gothic patterned border.
After getting closer, Kashasha finally saw what he looked like:
Gray slightly curly hair, medium length. The face was pale without any blood, and the pure black pupils were large and lifeless. Kashasha admits that his face and facial features are very beautiful, and he has a gentle and harmless feeling, but there is always something...
"To be honest, it doesn't look like a living person." Kashasha said.
He instinctively put on a smile, which made him look better. This kind of expression that humans have evolved over the long years to express friendship can dilute the ghostly aura on Kashasha's body.
It's just that the eyes are still a bit scary, maybe you can use something to block them... There's no need, there's no one else here, and the guy who brought him here will probably not be scared by him.
He tried making a few faces, but after five minutes he lost interest in his own face.
Then Kashasha took a fancy to the pen and paper on the desk, as well as a "World Map".
Kashasha needed these things to clear his mind.
