Inscription: This volume is an autobiography depicting Wu Ming's current doppelganger, that is, a copy volume, which will tell several stories around Wu Ming from a first-person perspective, and at the same time push the connection between Gu Wu and the current world.

The beginning of the next may be a little abrupt, but that is the biggest feature of Wu Ming's other living doppelganger (which can be regarded as another personality).

Body:

When I woke up, it was pitch black, I didn't know what covered my eyes, my limbs were stiff and I couldn't move, my lips were half open as much as I could, and I was gulping in the thin oxygen from the murky air.

"Where is this? Where am I?" I muttered to myself, hoping that someone would show up, even if it was a kidnapper, and that I was still in a good place.

However, I thought too much about it, and even if I couldn't see it, I could feel that there was no one here. Not even a living creature but me was silent, only my heartbeat and the sound of rapid breathing.

What about me, my name is Wu Ming, yes, that's the name, this has always become a knot in my heart, when I appeared, my parents couldn't afford so many names, but I chose this one, or an old fortune teller who looked like a god and a ghost, is that I will have a miracle and a turnaround in life in the future.

Who believes this?

But the name can't be changed, it's like the word for life, it's quite mysterious.

And after that, there were really things that made people feel suspicious.

I've had excellent hearing since I was bitten by a dog and went to the vet, and the veterinarian was a disease, a disease that was not enough to kill but could not be cured for the rest of my life. Who doesn't know that rabies is a disease and whether it is good to have an incubation period?

But doctor, I maybe, woo... Maybe later you'll hear something that others can't!

Alas, I thought it was a good thing, but now.

My drowsy mind was a little troubled, and my memories were vague, and I struggled to remember how I got here, and I couldn't think of anything for a while.

"This rope is really critical, the spinning rope tied on TV can be loosened at once, which two goods are this tied?"

I tried hard to break my hands free from the rope, and I tried all my strength to do so, but I couldn't. Instead, the rope was tied tighter, causing me to stagger my hands behind my back.

I thought someone would come to my rescue, and when I thought about it, I suddenly felt a chill in my back. Who will come to my rescue?

The first thing I thought of was my parents, but they, alas, couldn't put it into words.

They haven't heard from them since the last trip around the world, and they can still send a text message about three or four times before, and the content of the text message is quite straightforward, that is, tell me a word, that is, they are still alive, so I don't worry too much.

Then I guess they won't be able to come.

Forget it, this is a complicated problem that I have never understood when I have grown up, and the ship of friendship is not yet capsized. I'm afraid that by now those friends have been soaked in the Internet café, and they haven't noticed that there is no one missing by their side, right?

As for waiting for a stranger to come to my rescue, my good man, I guess it's the middle of the night, who will hang out inexplicably, and still come to me, if I want to guess, only the drunken old ghost, and some night owls can come, and besides, who will come here!

The more I thought about it, the more difficult it became, and finally I took a deep breath and sighed sadly, but immediately I woke up from that grief that no matter what kind of situation people go to, they must adapt to the environment at the first time, and since there is no one to save me, then save themselves.

"If you can't break free, then change the way. I don't believe it, after watching so many TV series, I can't deal with a kidnapping?"

The rope tied in front of me was the only place I could reach with my mouth. I opened my mouth, lowered my head, aimed it at the rope, and bit it hard.

Listening to the sound of my teeth rubbing against the rope, I told myself again and again, yes, that's it, little by little, I'm going to bite it off sooner or later?.

I don't know if my teeth are too soft, or if the rope is too hard. Half-bite, a mouthful of hair.

You can't break free, and you can't bite it. I kind of know what good quality is, but unfortunately I can't afford to enjoy it. I sat tired and moved my ass slightly.

Boom~

It was as if my pants had hit something sharp and made a tearing sound.

"I'll go, it hurts me to death, what kind of stool is this, why are there nails, no, not nails, yes, yes, knives?"

I endured the pain, but I couldn't help but laugh wildly in my heart, this sudden knife might take me out of this strange place.

I wouldn't mind who put the knife on the chair I sat down, maybe it was a favor from above.

I barely stood up, and only then could I cut the rope with both hands pinned to my back, which had laboriously hooked the knife to my ass.

"What kind of knife is this, why is the knife so sharp!"

I grumbled a little, and my right hand pulled down again to grip the handle.

I took another deep breath and pulled the knife out of my ass little by little. I don't need much force because my hands are so stiff that I pull out a little bit, and I shake it a little and poke it in a little more.

With a bang, the knife was pulled out of my buttocks, and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly it occurred to me that I had to use this knife to escape.

I paused to myself, and tried to find the knife on the ground with my other hand, trying to find the trumpet knife that had fallen beside me.

The cold concrete road made my already shaky hands feel even colder. My hands were like spiders, paddling around the ground.

The moment I touched the knife, I didn't hesitate and held it.

The knife cut through the rope effortlessly. My free hands lifted the cloth that covered my eyes, the big broken iron door, the weedy beams, the rusty steel piled up in a mess, and some colorful fuel drums, and broken wooden chairs that had been abandoned by the school. I looked around, and in the chair I was sitting on, in addition to the knife, there were these bare rusty nails where I couldn't sit just now.

Suddenly I was able to see it, and I couldn't accept so many images for a short time.

"Sure enough, this is this place, this is really the royal place for kidnapping. ”

In a word, go quickly. This place always makes me a little unnatural, and there is always a rotting smell of blood in the air, which surrounds me and cannot be dissipated.

I covered my ass with one hand, stretched forward with the other, and staggered to the big iron gate. And I threw the knife aside.

After pushing the door open, I followed the road and walked back to my dormitory. It's an abandoned factory right next to my school that I've never been to. It's very close to my dormitory.

I looked at my phone, and it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday. The old man in the dormitory has already slept. By chance, I followed the window of the toilet to the first floor and ran briskly up the stairs to my room.

Swallowing his saliva, he gently pointed the key at the keyhole.