Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Startled, Tan Jing instinctively wants to yell, but her mouth is stuffed with a dirty and smelly rag. There is a strange smell on the rag. In a few seconds, Tan Jing feels dizzy. Her eyes turn black and she faints.

She was awakened by the cold. In a daze, she felt a cold breath coming from all directions, and quickly spread to all parts of her body.

Originally, she fainted under the action of drugs. Now she was so excited by the coolness. When Tan Jing woke up, she had a splitting headache, and tianlinggai felt as if she had been severely hit by something.

"Well..." she instinctively wanted to make a sound, but her throat was too sore, and the cry for help was stuck in her throat.

Surrounded by dark, Tan Jing opened her eyes and looked around. At last, she found a small window at the top of a wall. There was a faint sky light coming in, which added a little clarity to her blurred vision.

Arm was numb, after a long time to slowly recover consciousness, palm on the ground, can touch a cold hard.

Tan Jing soon woke up and found that she was locked in a basement!

The memory stayed when she was pulled into the van, and then she couldn't remember clearly. In that fear and panic, the only thing she can remember is that she struggled hard and smelled a bad smell. Now think about it again. It should be an anesthetic like ether.

But who on earth is it, and why do you want to capture her as a little actress in such a big way?

Tan Jing was cooking porridge in her head when she heard a crisp sound coming from one side, like the sound of some metal colliding together.

Following the direction of the sound, she was surprised to find that there was a little light in the lower part of the middle of the black wall! A rough hand came in, carrying a tray with a lunch box on it.

After putting down the tray, the hand quickly pulled out, and then Tan Jing heard a husky man's voice, "have dinner."

After that, he turned and left. In the basement, he could hear the sound of footsteps farther and farther away.

At first, Tan Jing shrank into a ball of terror. Instinctively, she didn't lean over. Now, when the outside is quiet again, she dares to approach slowly. When I opened the lunch box, I found that there were some simple meals in it, and it was very cold.

Tan Jing put down her lunch box and observed the light carefully. Then she found that there was a big iron door. She hesitated to get up and tried to find the doorknob, but gradually she was disappointed.

The door is cold to the touch. It should be made of iron. The side that can be touched inside is very smooth, not to mention the door handle. There is not even any bulge or depression.

With a chill in her heart, Tan Jing's knees softened and her body quickly fell to the ground again.

People always lose the concept of time in the dark. I don't know how long after that, the small window opens again. This time, it's a different hand, a different voice. It's also a lunch box coming in step by step. After putting down three words, it turns around and goes.

Tan Jing was really hungry this time, but she didn't care much. Her body instinct quickly overcame her fear of being imprisoned. She took the lunch box and ate it slowly. The cold food was in her stomach. It was uncomfortable, but it made her more sober.

Tan Jing slowly found that at regular intervals, a different person would come to deliver meals, which should be based on the time of three meals a day. She figured out the day and night, and finally one day, looking at the hand that came in, she asked, "who are you? Why did you arrest me? "