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I opened my eyes slowly, the surroundings were very dim.

I can't remember who I am anymore, feeling a little wet behind my head.

I scratched my head with it, and it hurt so hot.

Putting his hand down and looking at it with the faint light, it seemed to be red blood.

But it was too dim, and I could only feel wet.

Thinking about the footage that happened before this scene, did I get hit by my head?

So where is it? I looked at everything around me.

Dim and damp.

This seems to be a closed room.

I walked to the wall and touched the wall, very hard.

Who is holding me here?

I began to think about the fragmented memory in my head.

In my mind, there is a scene of signing a contract, it seems that I am an entrepreneur.

But there seemed to be another picture in my mind, a group of students and a white chalk.

And what I was sketching on the blackboard, a clear pony appeared on the blackboard.

The children cheered happily, and I can hear them calling the teacher awesome.

Am I still a teacher?

I think logically.

So I am a successful entrepreneur. In my spare time, I teach children art in school?

So why am I showing up like this now?

I wanted to see if there was anything valuable in my body, but found that I was not wearing clothes at all.

I touched my figure and height, but found it difficult to judge.

Looking down, I saw my beer belly. It seems that I am still a fat boss.

Think about it too, which entrepreneurs are not socializing everywhere.

Big belly seems to have said the past.

Is it too beautiful outside? The ticket was tied here.

So the kidnapper would think I asked for a ransom?

No, I need to save myself.

My memories are all vague now, even if the kidnappers demand ransom.

But I can't even remember a phone call.

I looked at the surrounding walls against the dim light.

A lap down surprised me.

The building is completely closed, there is no window.

Then this is definitely not a house in the wilderness, it may be the basement of a mansion.

And it's still very deep underground because it's wet and wet.

There is only one dim incandescent lamp that can't be hung in the sky above.

I figured it out, the incandescent lamp is as tall as I am.

This is comparable to a dungeon, and it was built specifically.

Suspicious, I sat on the ground and thought about finding some clues.

A grunt came from my stomach at this time, and it seemed that I was hungry.

I guess if I did n’t eat, I would starve to death.

Calm down, I heard the sound of dripping water.

I fumbled with the source of the sound and saw a long water pipe.

The water pipe dripped out the liquid extremely slowly, and the speed of the liquid dripping was extremely slow.

Down the dripping liquid is a sturdy iron bowl.

I picked up the iron bowl and smelled it, with a light salty taste.

This wouldn't be prepared for me, his stomach growled.

Helpless, I took a sip and was surprised.

Very thick liquid, salty.

But then back to Gan, the taste is not bad.

Helpless, I swallowed it up and put the bowl back in place.

Look at the soup drop by drop and drop it into the bowl, just call it soup.

I looked at the soup in a daze, thinking about what to do next.

The kidnapper didn't seem to appear, and the speed at which the soup dripped.

This speed should be able to barely guarantee that I can sustain my life.

It happens to be liquid again, quenching thirst can also relieve hunger.

This should be regarded as a good thing by the person who held me, just to make me live like this.

Is it because I offended people when I was doing business, and I started to scratch my head again.

The pain is much reduced, but the memory has not been restored.

I am thinking again about why I am here.

By the way, I still seem to be a teacher.

My fingers were stained with sticky soup, and I began to draw the pony in my mind on the wall.

In front of the children, I seemed to draw a cute Q version of a pony.

But now I drew this monster with crooked twists and turns.

Horses are not like horses, and dogs are not like dogs.

I glanced at the lamp on the top, I think it affected me.

In other words, my current mentality is not suitable for painting, so the painting and the one in my mind are completely two things.

I sat down to take a break.

But just sitting down, a dark corner of my vision appeared in front of my eyes.

I crawled over slowly, groping with fear in my heart.

I touched it and it seemed to be a hole.

The hole is small enough for my head to enter.

The shoulders were firmly stuck on both sides.

Is it too fat for me? I thought about it and groped for myself.

But there is a lot of fat on my body, I guess I am going to lose weight.

I properly compared the hole with me, and there was a shoulder difference.

I fumbled if I lost weight, it seemed that I could just drill in front of me.

I stared at the black hole in a daze, wondering what was inside.

I think it may be an export, because there is no other export.

I started shouting for help through the hole, and then the curse and hysterical cry.

Until my collapsed preparations gave up, there was no response at all.

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