I was locked in the house by them all day, and I couldn't see the sun, so I waited and waited every day, and lived with my fingers broken every day. While thinking about how to escape, I thought that my wife must be very worried about me, and my wife is still a little pregnant, and she worries about me all day long, which must be harmful to her body.

I was thinking as I heard a movement at the door, and it turned out that another person had been arrested, and I asked him, "How did you get tricked in?" The man said to me, "I haven't heard that there are people with excellent medical skills here, and the people in my family are seriously ill, and I am also in a hurry to go to the doctor, so I was tricked in."

I also sympathized with him after hearing it, it turned out that they were all deceived for one reason, and I felt a little connected to the same disease, because we were all for the sake of our families. Over the next few days, several more people were tricked in, all for the same reason. I just think that these villains are really hateful, and it is really outrageous to take advantage of our love for our families to deceive us.

I was going to ask who these people were, but just as I opened my mouth, one of the guards came out to us and shouted, "Don't talk to each other, shut up anything, or cut off your tongues." We listened for a while, and I sat there, thinking carefully about how we were tricked in, and what these prisoners had tricked us in. I thought about it, I had a headache when I thought about it, and I didn't think about it, these people locked us up, and they didn't say why, so what is their purpose?

The next day, because I didn't have any idea yesterday, I wanted to continue to ask them about the situation, and I wanted to find some clues from it, so that I might find something else. But I didn't dare to ask openly, I waited for those who were in charge of us to go to dinner, and I asked this and this, and found many clues, and just as I was asking the key point, the man who was in charge of us came back, and after knowing that we were talking to each other again, he became angry and shouted to us: "I just left, and you have started to talk to me again, see how I clean you up."

So saying, he picked up the braids, and pumped each of us, and when he was done, he brought it, rags, and gagged each of us. I thought to myself that this is over, I blame myself, I was too careless, I was discovered by him, and now my mouth is blocked, I can't discuss it at all, I can only think on my own, and I have even caused everyone to be whipped, it really shouldn't be.

For the next few days, except for the fear that we would starve to death, when we were given some food every day, they would take down the rags for us, and the rest of the time, our mouths were gagged. They threw us leftovers every day, and then a bunch of people, like wild beasts, went over and gobbled them up, and when I looked at them, I was sick and couldn't eat at all.

One day, I hadn't eaten for days, and the guards threw the leftovers and left us to eat them by ourselves, and I still felt nauseous, even though I was hungry. After a while, the group ate the leftovers.

At this time, a person who looked two or three years older than me came up to me and said to me: "Young man, you haven't eaten for several days, you can't go on like this, your body will collapse, as the saying goes, stay in the green mountains without fear of no firewood." I said to him, "I can't eat it." After I finished speaking, the man took out a steamed bun from his sleeve, and he said, "This is a steamed bun left behind by stealing, you can eat it quickly, it's very clean." I looked at him gratefully, devoured it, and a warm current flowed through my heart.

It turns out that in this world, there are still kind people, some of whom may not be able to save their own lives, but they are thinking about others all the time. There is really true love in the world, and there is true love in the world. After I finished eating the steamed buns, the caretaker also came back from eating, continued to pick up the rags, and gagged our mouths.

One afternoon, a group of us were locked up together, and suddenly, the old man walked in, who had a cloth hat and a long beard, and was brushing his beard while staying.

When he came in, he picked up the needle, mixed the medicine, injected one into each of them, and when it was my turn, I tried to struggle, but my hands and feet were tied and I couldn't move at all. I had to let him inject me, after the injection, I was surprised to feel that I had no sensation up and down my body, I pinched myself hard, and I didn't feel it, and my legs were pinched out of blood and I didn't feel it, and my whole body was very weak, soft, and a little fluttering. And not only is there no sense, but there is also no hearing, nothing can be heard, no sight, nothing can be seen. I was at a loss, at a loss, and had no idea what to do next. This feeling of not seeing anything, hearing nothing, and feeling nothing is really scary. It was as if the sky had fallen.

Not only was I wrong, I didn't know what they were going to do to us, I was scared, I started thinking about my wife, and I was relieved of some of my fears, and I tried not to think about these feelings, and I started to think about the happy times I had with my wife, so that my fear would be relieved.

I think about my wife and me, and I still remember that we went to the amusement park together, and my wife sat on the merry-go-round, looking happy, like a child. My wife is very simple and kind, I have spent all my luck when I meet him, I don't dare to ask for anything more, I just want to live happily with my wife, no disaster, no hardship.

Thinking like this, maybe I've been so tired lately that I've fallen asleep, and when I wake up, I find that all my senses are back, my eyes can see, my ears can hear sounds, and even the wound I just pinched myself felt pain. I looked around and saw that the people who had been drugged with me were all scared, and I knew that they must have been drugged and had the same experience as me. Everyone's face was a look of horror, a kind of rebirth.

I speculate that it was about an hour or so from the time we were injected with the drug, to the time we lost consciousness, to the time we regained our intuition, and what did we go through in this hour, and what did that fake charlatan inject us? I'm starting to get a little scared, what if that fake charlatan gives us injections every day? At this time, a person dressed as a nurse walked in with bottles and cans.