I slowly opened my eyes, and it was very dark. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I couldn't remember who I was, and I felt a little wet in the back of my head.

I touched my head with my upper hand, and it hurt hotly.

He put his hand down and looked at it with the help of the faint light, and it seemed to be red blood.

But it was so dim that I could only feel it wet.

Thinking about the clip that happened before this scene, did I get hit in the head?

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

Dimmy, damp.

It seems to be a closed room.

I walked over to the wall and touched it, it was hard.

Who the hell is keeping me here?

I began to think about the fragmented memories in my mind.

I had in my head images of signing contracts, as if I was an entrepreneur.

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

I was sketching something on the blackboard when a clear pony appeared on the board.

The children were cheering happily and I could hear them calling the teacher awesome.

Am I still a teacher?

I thought about it logically.

So I'm a successful entrepreneur who teaches art to kids in my spare time?

So why am I here now?

I wanted to see if I had anything of value on me, only to find that I had no clothes on me at all.

I touched my stature and height, but found it hard to judge.

Looking down, I saw my beer belly, and it looked like I was still a fat boss.

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

A bigger belly seems to be in the past.

Is it too beautiful outside? Someone kidnapped a ticket to get here.

So the kidnappers will want me to ask for ransom, right?

No, I need to save myself.

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

But I can't even remember a phone number.

I leaned into the dim light to look at the walls around me.

I was amazed by the lap down.

The building is completely enclosed, without a single window.

Then this is certainly not some house in the middle of nowhere, but probably the basement of some mansion.

And it's also very deep underground, because it's damp and humid.

There is only one stop when you look up, and the dim can't hang in the dim incandescent lamp in the sky.

I did the math, and the incandescent light was as high as several of me.

It's comparable to a dungeon, and it's purpose-built.

Confused, I sat on the ground, thinking about it and trying to find some clues.

There was a rumbling sound in my stomach at this point, and it seemed that I was hungry.

I guess I'll starve to death if I don't have anything to eat.

Calm down, I heard the sound of dripping water.

I groped my way to the source of the sound and saw a long water pipe.

The water pipe is dripping liquid down very slowly, and the liquid is dripping very slowly.

Descending down the dripping liquid, is a sturdy iron bowl.

I picked up the iron bowl and smelled it, a faint salty smell.

It can't be for me, my stomach growls.

I took a sip of helplessness, but I was unexpectedly surprised.

Very thick liquid, salty.

But then it tastes good and not too bad.

In desperation, I gulped down and put the bowl back in place.

Leaning on the glimmer to look at the drops of soup that fall into the bowl, let's call it soup.

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

The kidnappers seem to have been slow to show up, and the speed at which the soup is dripping.

At this speed, I guess I can barely keep me alive.

It just happens to be liquid again, quenching thirst and quenching hunger.

This must have been calculated for me by my captors, so that I could live like this.

Is it because I offended people while doing business, I started to touch my head again.

The pain has lessened a lot, but the memory has not returned.

I thought again about why I'm here.

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

I dipped my fingers in the sticky soup and began to draw the ponies in my mind on the wall.

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

But now that I'm in this soup, what I'm drawing is a crooked monster.

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

I glanced at the overhead light and I thought it was affecting me.

Or that my current state of mind is not suitable for drawing, so what I draw and what I have in my mind are completely different things.

I sat down to take a break.

But as soon as I sat down, a dark corner of my vision appeared in front of my eyes.

I crawled over slowly, letting go of the fear in my heart and groping.

I touched it and it seemed to be a hole.

The hole was small, just big enough for my head to get into.

And the shoulders are firmly stuck on both sides.

Am I too fat? I thought and groped for myself.

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

I compared myself to the cave and was about a shoulder apart.

I fumbled for a slim down, as if I could just get through it.

I stared at the dark hole in a daze, not knowing what was inside.

I think it might be an exit, because there's no other exit here.