Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 231, The Cage (Dream is not over)
I don't know how long it's been like this...

When I woke up again, I found myself in a white and transparent room. The floor and walls of the room were made of some kind of latex texture. There was no furniture in the room, only a bed made of the same material as the whole room.

There is no one in the place except me.

I found that the clothes I was wearing had also been changed, and the outer clothes were replaced by a set of blue loose pajamas with a silk texture that looked expensive.

"What is this place…"

I yelled loudly, and my voice echoed in the empty room.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What did you bring me here for?"

"I guess they want to persecute me. If so, I'll tell you, just come, collude with everything, and trample on the law. I won't give in."

"You flies..."

I kept yelling, but there was no response.

In the end, my voice was almost hoarse, so I had to stop.

After calming down, I carefully checked and fumbled everything in this room.

In addition to the humble furnishings in the house, this spacious room like my previous home is very strange without any windows, as if it was cast in one piece, without any gaps.

After observing for a long time, I found that there are countless tiny holes on the ceiling that even ants cannot get through. Standing on the bed, I can vaguely feel the airflow, which should be used for ventilation.

There are no lights in the house, and the light source relies on the light emitted by the wall itself.

This place is like a cage that prevents all possibility of escape.

Thinking of this, the chill in my heart grew stronger, and I couldn't help but want to escape more and more.

I groped the wall inch by inch, and finally found a rectangular gap on a certain wall that looked like a door frame.

This should be the door to go in and out.

I kept pounding on the door, screaming behind it, knowing it might be futile, but it was the only thing I could do.

At this moment, a small rectangular hole suddenly opened at the bottom of the door, and at the same time, two packs of soft liquid were stuffed in through it.

I immediately knelt down and yelled towards the hole, but after stuffing two things in, the open skylight closed instantly, no matter how much I slapped it, there was no movement.

Reluctantly, I had no choice but to pick up these two packages, open them, and found that the contents inside turned out to be eau-de-vie.

This should be the food served for me.

Thinking to myself, it feels more and more like being in prison.

Therefore, I can't help but reject this food.

But after stroking his stomach that had started to growl slightly, he had to eat if he wanted to live, so he tore the bag and drank.

The taste is indescribable. The only thing that is gratifying is that the taste of this eaux-de-vie is my favorite original flavor. What's even more commendable is that Marsala is still our family's flavor.

After eating and drinking, I continued to make a fuss, but there was still no response from outside the door, but the small hole would open and food would be stuffed in every once in a while.

I don't know if there are people outside or if it's just a machine delivering food.

In this sense of loneliness that seemed to be forgotten by time, I gradually gave up struggling, and gave up the desire to release information to the outside world and communicate with it.

Lie in bed every day, waiting for food at a fixed time.

I don't know how long it has been like this, but one day, there was a clicking sound from the door that had been silent for a long time, and then it slid down and closed, and the door suddenly opened.

But it may be that this period of time has completely worn out my dryness. Looking at the exposed passage leading directly to the outside of the house, I did not show any excitement, but just watched quietly.

After a while, I heard light footsteps, and then a person walked into the room.

It was the handsome man who was sitting opposite him in the car of Lord Brahmin, whose status seemed to be no less.

At the moment, he doesn't have a suit or leather shoes, but wears traditional local classical clothing, a windbreaker-like gown, with an open front, a collar, intricately embroidered hem and the bottom of the calf. The specific name seems to be a strange dialect , what is called 'Sherwani', I know a little bit about this because I have learned some of it as a purebred aborigine.

"It's you, it really is you, what are you trying to do by bringing me here?"

The man was a little puzzled and said: "I really can't understand your expression. I saved you. If I didn't tell you, you would have died by now. You should be grateful to me. Why do you look like that?" Desperate gesture?"

"help me?"

I sneered, "You are clearly the same breed, but now you have imprisoned me even more."

"Since you want to avenge your kindness so much, then go ahead."

He took a deep breath, shrugged, and turned to leave.

Just looked around and didn't do anything?It's really confusing.

After the man left, the door closed naturally, and then everything returned to the way it was before.

In eternal silence, food appears at fixed times, as if in some sort of mechanical cycle.

If it weren't for the fact that the memory in my mind is so clear, I would have thought it was an illusion produced by me staying alone for a long time.

Time passed little by little, I counted carefully, and just after I had eaten twenty meals, there was another sound from the door, and the man came in again.

He is still wearing the rather eye-catching local traditional costume, but compared with before, there are some changes in the details, gemstones and patterns have been adjusted, and it can be seen that it is not the same set.

Looking at this stranger who finally appeared, I asked with doubts and eagerness for communication: "What kind of conspiracy do you want to cast?"

"Conspiracy?" He seemed to have heard some kind of joke, "Do you think you have something worthy of my covet?"

I opened my mouth, and this is something I have been unable to understand for a while.

"Who knows, anyway, you must have some ulterior conspiracy, otherwise why imprison me."

"Perhaps you are right."

He took a deep breath, then smiled, turned and left again.

He still said two meaningless words and left without showing any obvious purpose, as if he just wanted to see me.

This kind of inexplicable made me both incomprehensible and inexplicable.

I recalled the details of the two appearances of this mysterious man, but did not find any useful clues.

The only thing is...the distance between him and me seems to be closer the second time than the last time.

Then there was another long wait, and after the 15th meal, the door opened again, and a man with the same attire walked in...

(End of this chapter)