I kicked and kicked on the iron door, and suddenly the whole iron door was a little twisted and deformed along with the door frame, but the chain attached to the back was enough to be the thickness of a child's arm, and it still didn't move.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but die completely.

"TM, someone must be trying to harm me, who will it be."

Until the sky outside the window was a little dark, it should have been about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and I was lying on the iron bed and turning over and over again.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that a crisp and strange phone ringing couldn't help but wake me up completely.

"Shhhhh

I gasped and answered the phone with some ecstasy, only to hear the familiar crying on the other side before I could speak first.

"Uncle Gan, where are you..., I'm really scared to be alone in the cold basement right now... Woo woo woo, they're all dead..."

I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, thinking that the call was actually from Lao Yan's daughter.

I just wanted to comfort her softly, but suddenly remembered that I was in the position of the "police station" at the moment.

"Girl..., don't be afraid that your uncle is in a little trouble here, do you remember the exact location of the police station... For example, which street and alley, and what number? ”

After asking these questions, I couldn't help but pick up the paper and pen that I put next to the phone, until I listened to the bleak and heartbreaking voice on the phone.

The blank paper in his hand had already written down a list of detailed directions to the area.

I whispered a few words of comfort to her, and as quickly as I could, tore off the old map on the iron gate and compared it with the address on the paper.

"Plop... Plop plop plop.... ”

The only thing left in the empty reception room was the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears.

It was late at night, and the only thing on the phone at the moment was the strange electronic sound that came from the signal interruption.

"Toot toot... Toot toot toot.... ”

I couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off my face, but I was already panicking in my heart.

"How can this be..., it's exactly the same as what is shown on the map, is it because I misremember the memory or is Lao Yan's daughter lying."

"Smack... Syllable. ”

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed outside the corridor, and I couldn't help but put down the work at hand for a while.

But as the voice drew closer to me, I saw a pair of eyes through the crack in the door, which were now staring straight at me.

"TM, the main master is finally here."

"Tell me quickly, what is the purpose of keeping Lao Tzu here?"

My violent temper was a little overwhelmed for a while, and I almost forgot that I was the prisoner to be slaughtered at this moment.

The owner of the strange eyes outside the door seemed to be frightened by me, and turned around and hid in the darkness without raising his head.

The first day of house arrest passed quietly, and Lao Yan's daughter's phone never rang after that.

I was a little worried about her safety, but more often than not, I couldn't sort out my thoughts and the strange truth in front of me.

The place under his feet coincided with the place where Lao Yan interrogated him at the beginning, and according to the instructions on the map, it was exactly the same.

At the moment, it seems that this is both a pig feed factory and a police station, but the logic does not make sense in any way.

"Shhh

"Could it be that some different dimension has overlapped?"

When I subconsciously said this, I couldn't help but be startled by this strange thought that popped up in my head.

It's just that I once heard that foreign scientists have discovered the hypothesis of space folding theory that subverts cognition after research, but the hypothesis is a hypothesis after all.

I also never believed that the world I had lived in for decades could overlap.

But if we don't explain it this way, how can we understand the strange events that overlap between the two at the moment?

Before I knew it, the fourth day had passed, and one of the strangest things had ever happened, and that was no matter how I dialed the number.

The echo she heard was always disconnected, but she had obviously communicated with Lao Yan's daughter on the phone yesterday, and she still complained that she was scared without exception.

When I told her about my predicament and the assumptions in front of me, she suddenly fell silent on the phone, and no matter how much I shouted, she didn't answer.

At first, I thought it was my own inaction that made her feel hopeless, but then I thought about how a little girl as thin as her could survive for so long in the underground fortifications left behind by the Japanese army.

This in itself is fraught with doubts.

Outside the window, it gradually dimmed, and the night sky did not shine as many stars as expected, but was dark and lonely.

I sat around the table next to the phone, watching the burning red candles melt little by little, and I couldn't help but have the terrible thought of wanting to set fire to the end together.

But the weird thing doesn't stop there, for example, today is the sixth day of my house arrest.

I haven't felt the slightest bit of hunger in my stomach until now, and I'm also very clear-headed.

It's hard for me to imagine that a person who hasn't closed his eyes and rested for six days in a row can maintain so much energy.

And this kind of strange thing turned out to be impartial, and it happened to let me bump into it.

I couldn't sleep until the second half of the night, not counting the first night here, and my brain didn't seem sleepy for the next few days.

I couldn't help but dig out the old newspaper from under the bed and read it carefully, all because it was boring to pass the time.

For a moment, I even thought that it was cancer that reversed the functions in my body, and that maybe I had an immortal body at this moment.

However, with the occasional mouthful of black phlegm coughed up, I realized how naïve my thoughts were, and I really had a big life when I counted the days.

If ordinary people know that they have a terminal illness, they may either spend all their wealth and lie in the hospital ward, or they should start to take care of their own affairs.

And people like me who can eat and sleep and don't care about it, it really seems like this is the only one in the world.

At this time, it is already two or three o'clock in the morning, maybe someone is working overtime, someone is jet lag abroad... Someone is sneaking into an upscale neighborhood to steal.

Someone is cheating, someone is cheating.

The thoughts in my head were a mess, and as the seventh day came, I felt the excitement in my body and even began to be a little scared.

Will I die suddenly at any time?

But all of this was completely disrupted by the eerie ringing of the phone.

On the night of the eighth day, I cursed the men behind the scenes more than a dozen times in a row, as usual.

Although I don't know who he is at the moment, and what purpose he put me under house arrest, I firmly believe that he must be some inconspicuous passer-by next to him, but he is very hidden and has not yet revealed his flaws.